Not Straightforward (1)

It was an evening the place even the faint moonlight was obscured by black clouds.

A musty scent stuffed the cell moistened by the spring rain. It even smelled soggy.

Rocus sat along with his again in opposition to the stone wall that solid the shadows.

His bearded face was unparalleled earlier than, and his complexion was a lot duller.

“Vladislav de Winter… ”

1000’s of fires boiled even when he was solely respiration. He didn’t know if it was due to the damp air or if it was due to his painful actuality.

“Even so, I had no concept he can be so disgusting. Then, he received the battle. Does that imply every part about him will not be an exaggeration?”

“Sure, sure!”

A cracked voice crawled out of a crevice within the innermost nook of the dungeon.

There was a crack within the nook of the cell coated with moss. It was a small hole that might solely be seen by stretching his neck and squinting his eyes.

In that hole, not realizing the way it got here, the maniac murmured. He had a sore throat and made a squeaking noise each time he took a breath.

“A thousand knights… died! Evaporated to hell with out a corpse. There was just one individual left. He despatched all of them to hell!”

“…1000’s?”

“Unexpectedly, allies and enemies! As a result of successful is all that issues, sure. As a result of the satan… Then he went to hell and ate all of their souls.”

Rocus frowned as if he didn’t perceive his language.

“…What satan? If you wish to kill one thing, you’ll be able to select an previous man, a woman, or a toddler. It’s simpler as a result of if you happen to set hearth to one thing like a serf or a leper without delay, you received’t get caught.”

“Yuck. The satan eats souls!”

“…”

Rocus’s eyes darkened. A way of skepticism came to visit.

The serenity that got here after a fanatic who had been shouting till his throat was sore.

When he was overwhelmed by the guards, he smashed his head on one thing, and he really grew to become a madman.

“What the fuck am I doing with this loopy previous man…”

Rocus leaned his head in opposition to the wall.

Alone in a jail closet, he laughed at himself as he chatted with a mad previous man who had no concept how he appeared.

It was not the primary time he’d been in a jail with nobody to speak to. May or not it’s that the insanity from the subsequent room transmitted by way of the air and to him?

When he considered it that far, he raised the nook of his mouth.

Anyway, the state of affairs was totally different from earlier than.

There was a sound of scraping the stone wall with a fingernail. Rocus responded by clicking his tongue.

“You there. Isles.”

“…”

“The duchess’s youthful brother. Crocus Isles. The one on dying row!  Are you going to die?  huh? Hehe.”

The veins on Rocus’s brow swelled up. He rubbed his face nervously. The tough pores and skin and beard abraded calloused palms.

The ignorant query of his jail mate appeared to remind him of his defeat by one other male. A squeal of laughter ignited the bellows of his anger.

“You’re a cussed previous man. You’re overwhelmed up like that and but nonetheless alive. Guess you’re nonetheless holding on. Simply kick the bucket, you.”

The voice choked within the palm of his hand was as terrifying because the bark of a wild canine.

However a madman was a madman.

“Crocus Isles. You possibly can dwell. I heard all of it. I’ll inform you, so please hearken to me. Sure?”

“Who desires to know…”

“Everybody. All residents know. The guards are speaking about it. They have been so excited to see issues that they had by no means seen earlier than.”

“What are you saying now? Fuck.”

“Kneel down and discuss. That satan.”

Rocus stopped holding his hand round his eyes. There was just one man referred to as the satan.

He frowned.

“Your sister advised you that you simply misplaced your thoughts. I do know. I heard all of it. Hehe.”

“…”

Right away, the determine of her sister leaning in opposition to him appeared in entrance of his eyes. His spine twitched. “No matter. It doesn’t matter to me. Anyway, she’s a girl who doesn’t care about her personal blood.”

Rocus put his knee up and rested his elbow on his elbow. The migraine, which had been quiet for the day, haunted his temples once more.

“Fuck. She by no means actually got here…”

Greater than a month had handed. Within the meantime, not even his sister, not to mention her maid, visited.

An ominous feeling ran throughout his backbone.

There’s no means she had forgotten. It was clear that he had been deserted. Now it was actually clear.

No means. He didn’t assume she might dwell with the person who killed her brother each evening.

Actually…

He knew how a lot his sister liked her household. He was positive she’d remorse it when he died.

Even when Lily acted impulsively now, she wouldn’t know the results till later. After a number of months or a number of years. She may remorse it many years later. Household was like that.

“The duchess of the satan. That bitch who ate her mom, husbands, and now plans to hold up her brother’s neck…”

“Fuck, shut up!” A band of veins rose like an iron tendon from Rocus’s thick neck. Even because the shouts echoed, his bones swelled hotly.