Tangled By Fate

Chapter 391: PRICE OF LOSING THE BET

Darius took long strides and came to them.

“Guys, you are here. Then, you saw what happened right? A man looked exactly like Ironin and snatched my partner saying that’s his wife!”

‘Poor man still thinks that he was hallucinating,’ Veronica thought.

Zinnia declared, “That guy didn’t look like Ironin. he was Ironin and that’s his wife. It’s a fact.”

“Oh, come on!” Darius sat on a chair and asked Zinnia, “When did Ironin ever talk about a woman or met a woman? Think about it.”

He continued, “He was always staying unaffected by those sexy women that I thought he was impotent.”

“You seriously thought that?” Zinnia frowned.

.....

“Did he have another reason not to get hard for women?” Darius threw her the most logical question.

“Can’t you see? His standard is that high. How can he fall for random women?” Zinnia pointed out.

“Moreover, I think it’s a love marriage,” she shared her thoughts with him.

Darius’s jaw dropped on the floor. “You think that’s a love marriage? Him?? Love???”

“Do you think people will force him to have an arranged marriage?” Zinnia retorted.

“...” Darius couldn’t reply. In his heart, he knew how correct she was.

‘That’s true. Ironin is so scary. Who dares to tell him what to do? He will just slaughter them with his blood sucking arrows.’

After pondering for a while, he asked, “So, what are you guys planning? You can’t just leave it be.”

“What do you plan to do?” Zinnia raised an eyebrow. “Remember, you just flirted with his wife and made him mad.”

“I won’t be surprised if he stops talking to you after that. I think he will think of you as his enemy now,” Felix slowly assumed.

“Hey, hey, don’t jinx it.” Darius gulped. His mouth was completely dry.

“I can’t have him as my enemy. One of us will end up dead and another one will be gravely injured.”

Veronica opened her mouth in astonishment. “Do you think you will die?”

“Me? Don’t get me wrong. I don’t ever think I will be defeated, Veronica. However, he isn’t a weak opponent. And I’m wise enough not to look down on my enemy.”

Darius was smug when he said that.

‘So confident. It looks to me that he will end up dead,’ Veronica thought.

And then, she recalled something. the corner of her lips lifted significantly.

“Anyway, you got rejected by her since she had no interest in you. Also, you got beaten up. You lost the game, Darius. You owe me a big time.”

She smoothly sang with a pleasant voice, reminding Darius about their bet.

Darius’s expression changed. He pointed a finger at her. “You are the jinx in real life!”

“Say what you want but you have to do what I tell you now,” Veronica smirked.

Darius wasn’t afraid. He leaned against the chair and crossed his arms. Raising his chin, he asked, “So, what do you want me to do?”

Veronica’s eyes were smiling.

“You have to stop flirting with women. The only time you can sleep with women is only when they give their consent. And they cannot be virgins. Oh, and you cannot sleep with women more than once, in a week.”

Felix and Zinnia stared at Veronica as if they heard wrong Slowly, their heads turned toward Darius who was sitting opposite of her.

Darius just stared at her. He just stared at her. His face was expressionless. He neither blinked or breathed.

Veronica intertwined her fingers and said, “You are a man of word, Darius, and you lost the bet.”

“...Wait.. wait...” Darius straightened his back and carefully said, “Why are you worried about me sleeping with women?”

“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about those women.” Veronica sweetly smiled at him.

Darius: “...”

For the first time in his life, Darius thought that Veronica was a poisonous woman.

‘She hides her poison underneath her smile. Anyone who falls for her smile will die.’

“What about one woman a night?” he hurriedly tried to negotiate.

Veronica tilted her head. “Shall I make it a woman a month?”

Slowly, Darius’s face turned red. He gritted his teeth.

Even a fool could realize that he was getting angry.

“You witch!”

———————-

Utahill

In the Holy City of Utahill, King Graham the fourth was sitting on his throne.

“The Crown Prince has arrived!” The royal guard announced.

The huge double doors designed with fine gold were opened and the Crown Prince entered the Throne Hall.

He strode forward. His elegant posture, handsome face, tranquil eyes and peaceful smile soothed King Graham’s eyes.

The Crown Prince paused in front of King Graham and bowed.

“May the Goddess bless the light upon you, Your Majesty. I’ve heard you summoned me for an urgent matter.”

King Grama dotingly gazed at his beloved son and replied, “I have. How have you been, Crown Prince?”

The Crown Prince replied, “With your prayers and the Goddess’s blessing I’ve been splendid. How’s your health, Your Majesty?”

King Graham was content by his words. It’s good to hear you are doing well. I’ve been... worrying so much that I cannot sleep.”

The Crown Prince asked in concern, “How can that be? What worries Your Majesty so much that you lack sleep?”

After a pause, he inquired, “This is about the blessed child, Your Majesty?”

Pleased with his point, King Graham nodded.

“You are on point, Crown Prince. I’ve let the Second Prince take over the mission since I gave you another task. But he has failed me.”

King Graham let out a deep sigh. He stroked his temple with his right hand’s index finger.

“He has failed me many times and yet I hoped this time he could guard her well. However, he let her get away from his grasp and burned down a part of the palace. I’m simply disappointed.

“After that, I have given him months to find the blessed child but he showed no improvement. He cannot give me the results I seek. Such disappointment.”

He took a deep breath to calm down and ordered, “Find the blessed child, Crown Prince. We must have her before she falls into someone else’s hand.”