Chapter 100 - It’s Time To Feed The Candy (1) (1/2)

Chapter 100 – It’s Time To Feed The Candy (1)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Dict Groiler

The grip I had on the candy tightened up until my knuckles turned white. What was wrong with him? And just what does he think he’s doing?!

The only thing left in my mind was how ridiculous the things he was spouting on about right now.

This was all nonsense!

Right?

Of course I couldn’t allow this to continue.

I was well aware by now that my face had settled into a frown. I must stand my ground. I will refuse…

But then he looked up at the ceiling, with eyes like a beast, before he shot up to his feet, as if trying to mark his territory. I could see, from my point of view, that there was a dangerous glint in his eye…

Maybe he heard something from the floor above us. That is why he looked up to see what it was about.

“Oh, I think someone’s coming.” He muttered, following the sounds as it moved. I turned back to him.

“What?” I asked in slight alarm, “People?”

“Yes.” Ricdorian nodded, he then closed his eyes, his eyeballs darting back and forth beneath his eyelids. I could tell he was trying to listen to something…

“There could be three of them, no,” he murmured, eyes still closed, before he opened them up, “There’s a lot of them up there.”

My eyes darted back up at the ceiling.

It’s quite obvious that I didn’t hear anything. I could only hear the silence in the cell. But I knew Ricdorian had sharp senses. He couldn’t be wrong with this, especially with what I’ve seen him do before. He’s less likely to make stories up now.

I bit my lower lips at the thought of people headed our way. But why? Why were people on their way here? Usually it was just the lone senior guard making his rounds before going back to stand guard by the entrance of the prison cell.

I remember him telling me once that Lenag had specifically assigned him here because there was no immediate danger, and quite comfortable.

Perhaps it was just a delay in the motions, and was just reaching them now? It could be because there was nothing much happening at this section. But one thing was for sure, I was beginning to get impatient.

I could feel the nervous thumping of my heart threatening to burst out!

If guards really were on their way here, then that would mean time was running out. Ricdorian must become sick by the time they arrive!

That way the guards would see for themselves that Ricdorian isn’t fit for the Archduke’s visit.

“What shall I do, Master?” Ricdorian asked me.

My fidgeting continued, my thumb running circles over my palm as I thought of what to do quickly. Meanwhile as I was doing this, my gaze trailed off to Ricdorian’s, seeing the smoothed lines of the calluses of his palms…

The urgency splurged me on, and clutched onto the candy resolutely as I turned to him and thrusted it his way.

“Come on, eat this quickly.” I told him, and he looked at it with slight apprehension.

“Why should I?” he asked me.

Unfortunately I neither had time nor luxury to explain to him in detail why for I heard a distinct click off a distance…

I could hear the footsteps now. The sound of hinges creaking, and the iron door sliding across the floor.

“I think they opened the door.” I murmured.

I remembered the way down clearly. They’d pass through a long spiral staircase first. It took me a long time to walk down here, and therefore it’ll take a while for them to reach down here.

I turned back, whipping my head at Ricdorian, eyes darting between him and the candy. Why doesn’t he eat it yet?

Steps. Steps.