Part- 02

A man, wearing formal clothes and a badge at his hand stands in the doorway. He seems to be in his early thirties. His clothes seem to be made of fine garments and he appears to be well mannered. Whoever he is, he has high rankings, I note that to myself.

At first, he takes in his surroundings and drawing his attention back to the officer sitting before me. He begins, “I come from Lord Danibill with an urgent message.” and shows the badge to the officer. So, he is a messenger.

Officer Kraspor inquires, “What is the lord’s message about?”

“He summons the suspected murderer. Lord Danibill orders you to release the criminal for his daughter’s death this instant and take her to him.”

The officer’s face shows pure irritation and disappointment as he says, “But she’s the murde-”

“Are you disobeying the lord’s order?”

“N-no. It’s just that I-” he stutters at the messenger’s claim.

“Then who are you to dare question the lord’s choices? His order for you is to release her. This instant.”

Kraspor mutters a curse under his breath and says, “Alright. But it will be dangerous to take a criminal to his manor with only one person.”

“About that matter, I have guards waiting outside to accompany her.”

What in the world are they talking about? I am going where? To the lord’s castle? The lord who rules this territory I live in? One of the five inhuman lords of this empire? Why? Does he plan to kill me on his own to quench his thirst for revenge?

So many questions circles around my head as I walk out of the prison with the messenger and guards he bought with him.

My first question to the messenger is, “What does he want from me?” when he leads me towards the carriage waiting outside. And comes out his reply, “Mind how you address the lord.” I fight the urge to say more things but say instead, “What does the lord want from me?”

“You will know when you get there.”

“Does he plan to kill me on his own?”

“You will know once you arrive.”

Fine, I get it, no chance gaining any information out of this devoted messenger. I look out of the carriage window to see if I can escape. But the guards are too close and alert for me to do that.

I take in my surroundings. The carriage is too well decorated and the guards along with the messenger are too well-mannered for accompanying a criminal. Does that lord not plan to kill me? It’s weird. Does someone treat the murderer of their daughter this well? Or is it simply the last kindness showed to me before I enter hell of torture? I guess I will find out when I reach his manor.

My thoughts end with the halt of the carriage. And then the messenger says, “Welcome to the Castle of High lord Dandibill Millen.” before opening the carriage door. I step out and gape at what I see before me.

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