Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 40: A letter

Chapter 40: A letter

The sky turned dark with smoke while the ground was dyed red with blood. As far as Damon’s eyes could see, he saw bodies covering the ground.

"Are you alright, my lord." the man could not help but ask. It had been an hour. All the survivors had gone for their treatment. Their exhausted bodies were resting even if it meant to lay on the ground. But Damon did not move. He kept staring at distance as if he had turned into a statue.

"How many?" the question stirred the man. He bowed his head as if he did not hear it.

"How many, Gaston!" the man lowered his head as if praying for the lost souls.

"Too many to count, my lord. But if I still take a number, around two hundred of them." Damon closed his eyes. Mourning for the death of soldiers.

Half of them wanted to kill him in this expedition. Half were too weak to protect themselves while a few were just unlucky.

"We will pray for them tonight." he sighed, running a hand in his hair. "Is there any threat left?"

"I.. it could be too much of a risk, my lord." Gaston was not sure. The cemetery was behind the church where commoners could visit.

If any of them attacked Damon under the instructions of the duchess.

"We have not even dared to eat what the staff cooked for us. We can not trust anyone, my lord. Let me complete this task." Damon laughed looking at him with a gut wrenching look on his face.

"Perhaps, it would be for the good. So many had died to protect me. Perhaps, my death would.."

"Your death would bring the dark era, my lord. The duchess would not let any innocent survive. Your life is our only hope. Hope that a new sun will rise one day." Damon gritted his teeth. His chest heaved with rage.

Just for this hope, just for him, they were ready to die. What was the use then! What was the benefit if he could not even protect them?

"The marquis had yet not replied. If he does not support us, we must resort to coup. And then... I will only be called a tyrant. The morning you are awaiting for... would never come then."

"We must wait then even if it takes an eternity. You must go and treat your wounds, my lord." the man sighed and spoke in a tone which would not accept arguments.

Damon inhaled a deep breath. Every inch of his body was brimming with hatred for his father, and his step mother.

As he entered the large manor, he did not go for treatment as requested. But he went to the physician to check on the wounded first. Then he went to the kitchen where the maids were working their best to provide meals, and warm water.

Many were helping in boiling herbs for the wounded. There were dozens of them, yet he found the two maids he had brought with him. They were working the hardest while many of them were just pretending to work.

If not for Olivia, his eyes hardened as the name crossed his mind. He still did not know what that woman intended to do.

The girl noticed his gaze and paused. She looked around as if making sure no one noticed her hesitation. Damon’s eyes narrowed.

"My lord, are you here to ask for medicine?" she looked at him pleadingly. Her lips parted again but no voice came out.

His eyes narrowed and he nodded.

"Yes, do you know how to sew wounds?" The maid looked relieved by the positive reply and nodded her head hurriedly. "Very well, follow me."

Under the sharp gazes of the staff, the maid followed Damon and they soon reached his private chambers.

"What is it that you need?" His voice turned sharp instantly when she closed the door.

Though it was still low so that the guards waiting outside could not hear him, it held a domineering aura. Mixed with his cold gaze, the voice demanded complete submission.

The maid lowered her head instantly.

"My lord, you might not trust me. But I must report this matter to you." She took out a parchment and passed this to Damon.

Damon frowned looking at the parchment. It was covered with dirt and smelled like potatoes. But as he read the contents of the parchment, his eyes widened.

"This is.."

"I am not sure but it looks like a map. I found it in the rations. There is one more. I wanted to give it to you before anyone else saw it because I could not find Liam. my lord... aaahhh!" Before she could continue, Damon held her by her neck and pulled her high in the air.

Her eyes widened with terror and her legs started to struggle. She held his hand by her flail hands but the struggle was futile. She was no match for him.

"I knew from the start that the deal was too good to be true. You are sent by Olivia right? That shrewd woman had asked you to trap me!" he growled hard with his eyes burning with the desire to kill.

The woman shook her head since she could not speak in such a state. She was already coughing hard. He pulled her higher until her face was pale. But when she still did not speak, he let her go.

The girl fell on the ground. Her legs gave away so she did not move. Her body was trembling with fear while she held her neck tightly and coughed hard.

"My lord... even if you kill me, I have nothing to confess. I only brought it to save my lover. I have not seen him and I am worried. I... i.." her sobs did not let her speak further and he cursed.

"This letter... This is the map of the area attached today. How could anyone make it even when we did not know where the barbarians were going to attack?"