"Jeez, what the hell is going on?"
Fontaine said to himself as if he were chewing on it.
The underground prison has been quiet since earlier. All the men guarding the cage were already gone.
He swiftly looked around and struggled to untie the shackles.
Then, in the distance, he heard the door of the cellar opening.
A profit from one's talent
Fontine stopped moving and watched over the bars.
But when he finally saw someone who appeared before him, he had no choice but to twist his face.
This is because it was Deon who came to the underground prison.
He stood outside the cage and looked around once. Soon, a slow gaze slipped on the tied Pontine.
"What about Rant?"
"You don't even call him a father anymore?"
Despite Fontaine's sarcastic tone, Deon did not respond.
"If he wasn't inside, then he ran away."
That's what Fontine said and gritted his teeth.
No wonder you were quiet since earlier, but you ran away alone. Damn it.
"Hey, Deon. If you used me to take your father's place anyway, you don't have to do this, do you?"
In order to get out of the dungeon, Pontine decided to conciliate Deon.
"I didn't even want to be the head. But Roxana kept whispering next to me, so I was just surprised."
When he was first called in front of Rant and was beaten, he thought he would die like this, but the situation went in an unexpected direction.
But Fontaine didn't think it was a bad direction for him.
No, it was more than welcome to him.
After pretending to be so noble, he wanted to laugh loudly thinking whether what Deon wanted was the same as him.
Those who have a clear desire are rather not difficult to deal with.
In that sense, Fontine felt that the present Deon was easier to conciliate than Deon before who had never shown his intentions until now.
At first, when Fontaine was imprisoned in this underground prison, he thought he would at least park a stake in his limbs, but it was surprising that he just tied it up like this.
Of course, that didn't mean that it was a very good situation, but at least he could avoid the worst ending he imagined when he was in the judge's room.
"If you let me go now, I'll give you this hand of my father's neck. I felt sorry for my father while I was living. So if you'd rather be the head, I could get along with you better than ever."
Of course, Deon didn't have the slightest intention of cleaning under him.
"I'm a man who knows how to give in to victory or defeat. I'll back off." T/N: *snorts* sure
However, we should live and see for now so that we can work on our future work.
"If you want, I will leave Agriche and live as quiet as death. But if you're suspicious, write a memorandum. I will never disturb you from now on...…."
However, the insensitive voice that followed from Deon's mouth stopped Fontaine's tongue.
"You're under a delusion. I can't believe you think you could be a stumbling block to my future."
"What?"
"It has been and it won't happen again.
You bastard...!
Fontaine's eyes sparked. His forehead and neck also had thick blood.
However, Fontaine tried to swallow up the soaring heat and gave out a voice that seemed to be being chewed up.
"So you don't mind if you just let me out of here? If you don't care whether I'm here or not. Don't you think so? If my existence is not a threat to you anyway, where is there a need to put me in prison like this?
Deon was silent. He coldly stared at Pontine, who was trying to live somehow.
Damn, what are you standing there staring at?
As Deon's silence grew longer, Fontaine's nervousness and irritation grew together.
"What have you been thinking so long? It'll be simple if you do as I say."
When Fontaine urged him, Deon finally opened his mouth.
"I was just thinking about going through this door and killing you."
"What…."
"It turns out that I haven't liked you in the meantime."
"Come on, wait a minute...…."
"Especially sometimes I wanted to pull those eyes out."
For a moment, Fontaine thought he was fucked.
What went wrong, suddenly Deon changed his attitude.
No, it wasn't exactly the change in his attitude toward Fontaine.
With a cool, indifferent face, he approached a steel cage with a Fontaine.
However, his subsequent actions were quite intimidating to Fontaine.
Knock, knock, knock!
Deon just broke the lock of the cage without a key. As if he won't have to lock this door again after this moment.
"You…! Are you serious now?"
Fontaine was shocked to see if Deon was really trying to kill him.
Clang!
The sound of the door opening of the cage felt more creepy than ever.
Deon's foot stepped into the cage. Cold eyes were lodged in Fontaine's face.
Whoooo!
At that moment, they heard a loud noise outside.
When Deon came inside, the dungeon was left open, and the sound that entered was quite loud.
It was an intruder alert.
Deon, who was pushing the door of the cage, stopped moving.
He turned his head and stared at the far door.
Fontaine couldn't even breathe properly and watched him.
That buck.
After a while, when Deon began to walk again, Fontaine was unknowingly stunned.
However, the place Deon was headed for was not in the cage with the Fontaine inside. It was a relief for him.
Deon turned around and walked towards the door of the underground prison.
Only after Deon's appearance disappeared from view and his footsteps were completely deaf could Fonatine breathe out the deep breath he had endured.
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"What the hell?"
Jeremy looked up instead of heading to the annex.
Whoooo!
His eardrums getting irritated by the loud intruder alarm ringing in his ears.
Come to think of it, somehow the path that he had come from became noisy. As Iheturned around, he could see smoke and flames rising from one side of the building where had just come from.
Jeremy hurriedly threw the servant in a hurry and started running again toward the path where he had come.
That was where Roxana was. Of course, she couldn't have been in danger because she couldn't escape that fire.
But the sudden intruder alert and he couldn't figure out what was going on.
So he had to go back to Roxana for now.
Unlike a few years ago, the intruder alert was real, and an outsider with a weapon appeared in front of him.
"Get out of my way!"
Jeremy quickly struck the man in front of him, avoiding flying weapons.
Normally, he would have played with it for a longer time and dealt with it, but he didn't have time for that today.
The thought of going to Roxana was filling his head.
However, a large number of people quickly flocked to him and blocked him, leaving him stranded.
Chaeng-gang! Chaeng!
Around him, intruders and Agriche's soldiers were intertwined and sprinkled blood.
At that time, a red snowstorm came in front of him.
They all stopped moving for a moment on the bloody afterimage that quickly covered the view across their heads.
Jeremy was the first to notice that it wasn't a blizzard.
He quickly turned his head in the direction that Roxana's butterflies flew in.
However, before Jeremy could take his next move, the space in front of him was distorted and a huge fantasy unfolded.