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GARDEN OF POISON
Under the eyes of papa bear(Chapter 157)
Music Recommendation: Heavens, what an afternoon - John Lunn
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Anastasia glanced at her mother, who cleared her throat and suggested, "How about you men take a seat while Anna and I get the breakfast ready?" She then turned to Dante and introduced herself, "I am Margaret, Anna's mother."
"Milady." Dante offered her a bow.
Now that the day was bright and Margaret could see the man more clearly, she admired his appearance and gave a subtle nod before smiling. She then called for her husband's attention, "Hugh?"
"Yes, at the dining table," Mr. Flores said before they took their seats, facing each other.
When silence fell, Anastasia remarked, "Papa, don't you think Dante and we have similar surnames? They are both related to plants."
"Hmph," Hugh grunted softly while maintaining a broad posture to match the young man her daughter had brought home. "Flores means flowers. Blackthorn… means thorns. They are completely different." He paused momentarily before continuing, "Flores is derived from the forest. There used to be a sacred entity that protected the humans who took shelter there. And they had abi—ahem. It is a sacred last name that not everyone has the privilege to carry."
"Papa, he knows I am a forest fae," Anastasia informed her father before he awkwardly attempted to cover up the family secret.
Mr. Flores stared at Dante for a moment before turning to look at his daughter, who gave him a nod and pursed her lips. He took a deep breath before saying, "You were so young, and yet you remembered. People here don't know about it because they were never exposed to it and confuse our kind with witches. Anyway, you must be wondering why we invited you to breakfast. It's not because we have a big heart, but because we needed to talk to you."
"I had hoped to speak with you as well, Mr. Flores. After all, you are Anastasia's family, and what's important to her is important to me," Dante responded, causing Mrs. Flores to smile while Mr. Flores only continued to stare at him.
"It's good that you know that we are important to her. Family comes first!" Mr. Flores stated, and Dante responded with a nod, saying,
"I agree with you."
Mr. Flores said, "Look, son. I know people meet and think that they are 'soulmates' but relationships are hard. Marriage is even harder. You need to put in effort, and I need to know whether you are worthy of my precious daughter. We spent eight years apart, not knowing how or what she was doing. Sending my daughter far away, where I cannot see her, doesn't make me happy."
Anastasia realised her father didn't understand what she meant when she said she and Dante were soulmates.
"I am sorry that it happened. It shouldn't have—" Dante apologised to Anastasia's father.
"Why are you apologising? It isn't like you kidnapped her and kept her in the palace by force," Mr. Flores stated, leaning back only to bend forward again. He said, "Tell me, Dante. If you were in my place and had to send your daughter out with a man you did not know, would you consent to it?"
"I wouldn't," Dante agreed, and a twinkle appeared in Mr. Flores's eyes.
"So you understand what I am talking about then," Mr. Flores stated before continuing, "I need to know you are an honest man, a man of your word. Someone who will fight for my daughter, but not just for the sake of fighting. Violence outside can spill inside. How much do you earn per month?"
"Papa, I think he has all of those things covered," Anastasia informed her father.
"That's fine, Anastasia," Dante interjected, happy to win over Anastasia's father. He replied, "I don't think I've ever counted how much I make. What I had always seemed sufficient."
"I see, so you don't value money," Mr. Flores hummed in slight approval. He said, "With all that mud on you last night, I can only assume you have trouble with your animals. But, drought or no drought, you should still be able to feed your wife and children. This is something I need to see with my own eyes."
This time, Dante became perplexed before realising the man was referring to demon blood he had mistaken for mud, as it had dried with the passage of time. To be certain, he tried to clarify with Anastasia's father, saying, "I don't think I follow you."
"You are a shepherd, aren't you? Or are you a wood cutter? I can give you my axe, and we can start working on it right after breakfast," Mr. Flores stated in a firm voice. "Let me see if you are good at it."
"Actually, you are wrong," Dante said, and Mr. Flores frowned. "I only have one animal, and it is a little rabbit."
Anastasia smiled, a blush forming on her cheeks. She then heard Dante say to her father, "I am a farmer." It seemed that they weren't going to tell her parents about him being the King of Versailles—not yet, at least. Maybe they would adjust and get to know Dante just like she did, and they would come to understand there was more to their relationship than the soulmate bond.
"Oh, a farmer! That means you own land, unless you work for someone else." Mr. Flores continued with his interrogation, and seeing Dante's calm demeanour, as if he were enjoying 'bonding' with her father in this manner, Anastasia felt her nerves easing.
"I was previously employed by someone. My father. However, now I'm on my own," Dante answered truthfully.
"And who is there in your family?" Anastasia's father questioned him, his curiosity driving him to uncover every possible detail about this man, sensing that there was something being hidden from him.
"A loving grandmother, who has always been a great source of support. I have two sisters and two brothers. And some distant aunts." Maybe, Dante thought. Even though he was trying to win Anastasia's father over, he decided to withhold certain details from the man until they established a deeper rapport. A few lies from the demon and a few truths from the earthling, he thought to himself.
"The food is ready," Mrs. Flores announced.
"In any case, I will speak to Carlos later and get you some land. Let us see if you have persistence and endurance," Mr. Flores informed Dante as he helped himself to the breakfast from the table. As if something were passing through his mind, he noted loudly, "You called her Anastasia." That indicated their relationship was in its early stages. He then said,
"We will make a room for you here so that we can get to know you better. Anastasia."
Anastasia was about to sit next to Dante when her father called her with a smile, saying, "Come sit over here. It's been so long since we had breakfast together."
Anastasia returned the smile and sat beside her father, and her eyes met Dante's in silence.
At least her father wasn't chasing Dante out of the house but instead welcomed him in. So far, their meeting has gone well, and she internally nodded to herself. And they were having breakfast together. All the important people in her life were present, and she wished Marianne was here as well. And that her sister got to experience what she was feeling right now.
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GARDEN OF POISON
Thumping feet(Chapter 158)
Music Recommendation: Heavens, what an afternoon - John Lunn
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In a land where storms often brewed and the sky carried dark clouds, a trunk emitting muffled sounds had only just been carried into a palace and placed inside a room. The door of the room opened, and clean shoes entered, making their way towards it.
Placing his hand on top of the trunk, Raylen unlocked it and opened it to find the imp still bound inside. He offered a polite smile to the creature and said,
"The time to free you is finally here, imp. I hope you enjoyed your little journey with me, even though we didn't get to spend much time together."
Migdre wished to glare at the archdemon Raylen, but it was afraid of being trapped inside the trunk forever. Such was this man. When it tried to speak, all that came out were incomprehensible noises.
"What? You want to spend some time with me?" Raylen asked, leaning forward, and the creature's eyes widened more than usual before it vigorously shook its head. "Now, now, you can't change your mind once you've agreed," he chuckled.
Having already received the news about Magnus being captured inside a bottle and taken away by the Devil, Raylen had no more use for this creature. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the invisible metal strings vanished, allowing the creature to finally be able to speak.
Without wasting another second, the imp disappeared in the blink of an eye to hurry to its master.
"Master," a creature belonging to the Storm Prince whispered from a dark corner of the room. "The Devil has summoned you to Hell."
"In his dreams," Raylen murmured, and the bones in his back cracked.
"Has the curse been broken completely?" the creature inquired.
Raylen's back began to sprout bones, and the black skin shifted and moulded around them, finally forming into wings. A satisfied smile crossed his face as he remarked, "Looks like it has been broken for good."
On the other hand, Migdre moved at the speed of light, and this time, instead of colliding with the invisible barrier around the Blackthorn Palace, it materialised inside of it.
"MASTER!" Migdre shouted, its tiny legs stomping on the carpeted floor like a duck. "Master, I know who the forest woman is! Master!"
Seated in the living room, the Mother Queen had foregone sleep until the stroke of midnight out of worry about Anastasia and Dante. Not knowing who else to gather information about their whereabouts from, she had resorted to summoning the Devil by using the potions and a sample of Dante's blood.
'I apologise if I am interrupting your rest, but I was wondering if you could tell me where Dante and Anna are?' she asked the Devil, who stared at her as if her inquiry had been about his very heart. 'I wouldn't have contacted you for assistance, but I didn't know who else to ask.'
'Honeymooning,' the Devil replied, and he had disappeared.
'He's not much of a talker, is he?' she asked herself before running to the forbidden garden, where the rose had finally risen to its full glory. 'Worrying me to no end. Well, I suppose this means I'll get to see their babies soon.'
Right now, the Mother Queen pinched the bridge of her nose and ordered, "Aziel, go and see who is making such a racket this early in the morning?!"
"Yes, milady," Aziel bowed and stepped into the corridor, hearing the faint, squeaky voice of someone shouting in the distance.
"Master, she is lying to you! She is the one you have been searching for!" Migdre finally ended up in the same corridor as Aziel, rousing everyone from their slumber. The Mother Queen and the other family members came to investigate who was causing the commotion. "Where is Master?!" the imp urgently inquired, eager to convey the news right away.
The Mother Queen squinted at the imp before replying, "He's on a pre-wedding honeymoon."
"She was lying—"
"Yes, yes, Noor deceived us all. If only you had arrived sooner; now some of us have sleep to catch up on," the Mother Queen replied.
"Not Noor, Anastasia!" the imp interjected. "She is the forest fae!" When it had ventured to where the faes resided and had returned, the place and the woman smelt the same. "The one who cursed him!"
"My granddaughter possesses wonderful abilities, doesn't she?" the Mother Queen chuckled, and upon turning, she noticed her family staring at her as though this information was entirely new to them. "Love works in mysterious ways, doesn't it?"
When the Mother Queen glanced back to where the imp had been, the creature had disappeared. She said, "On second thought, I think I will have my breakfast."
"I will have the dining room ready right away, milady," Mr. Gilbert replied, and he walked away from there along with the other servants, resuming their morning tasks.
During breakfast, the family gathered around the table to eat, while some seats remained unoccupied. And those seats belonged to Lady Maya and Prince Victor. And although the demon of mischief had been captured, not everything was well. Even Niyasa had no appetite, as Noor, the perpetrator, had caught her by surprise. She voiced,
"Will Victor be banished from the kingdom for her mistakes?"
"Always so hasty, Niyasa." The Mother Queen gave her a pointed look.
"I am certain the others are wondering the same, but have refrained from asking. So, will he?" Niyasa asked, arching her eyebrows.
"It would be wrong to punish him for something he didn't do, but at the same time, she was his mother. And we all know how close he was with her," the Mother Queen said with a small frown. "This is something that Dante will decide."
Undoubtedly, the youngest prince's life would be fraught with difficulties, even more so than those Dante had faced before, the Mother Queen thought to herself.
While they continued with their meal, a faint crackling sound filled the room before the imp returned. However, this time, it wasn't shouting anymore and looked composed.
"Did you meet Brother Dante?" Aiden asked the imp.
"I did, Prince Aiden," Migdre replied, then approached the Mother Queen. It handed her a letter and stated, "I was told to deliver this to you."
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