To His Hell and Back-Chapter 262: Castle’s Thorns-I

Isabelle stayed for a while and left after Erthand warned how they have stayed for far too long. Although Isabelle was a little irked by Erthand’s warning, eventually she left with a sad look on her face. Walking away from the place, Isabelle’s expression turned into a calculating one. She began to think in a quiet hum, her lips pursed but the gears in her head kept on rolling.

"This isn’t enough," Isabelle muttered while Erthand stared at her with a narrowed look.

"Being too crafty can get you to be even more hated by her," warned Erthand to which Isabelle scoffed in return.

"I won’t place her to obvious dangers, I’m not the kind who would make a cute flower suffer," then she shrugged her shoulders, "Though I think that this isn’t enough to leave myself a lifelong mark in her head."

"You want her to remember you forever?"

"I want her to remember me constantly," Isabelle answered with a smirk on her lips. "I want her to always think of me and perhaps even more than that crown prince."

"That’s asking for the moon, your highness," Erthand looked back to where Arabella was and then turned to her, "Considering how she seems to hold a power, I suggest that you find someone else less bothersome than her. It’s not as though you like her because of her personality but rather her appearance."

"Like her for her appearance?" Isabelle turned sharply on her heels and tapped Erthand’s shoulders by her fingers, "You don’t understand me enough despite being beside me since I was young, don’t you Erthand? I don’t like people just because they look good to my eyes. If that was the case I could simply walk to the red light district and pick whoever attract my eyes first don’t you think? I don’t make it a habit to be fond of someone just because they are pleasing to my eyes then get bored once that beauty is attained, I’m not my father."

"Then it is her personality?" Erthand frowned as if this was the case, it would be a terrible news for him.

Isabelle shook her head and laughed, "You’re so silly. Of course not. It’s her soul," Isabelle pulled away and looked at her sharp nails then drawled, "You don’t seem to understand it but that is fine in itself. She charmed me, and that’s all you need to know. That aside, I don’t want to force her into running to my protection but it would be so delightful if she does. Perhaps I should saddle a wound or two, the more vital the better, then she would feel so guilty that her entire life she would spend it in repaying the guilt, don’t you think?"

"She won’t die even if you take her wounds for her."

"How not romantic are you, Erthand? That’s the point- I’ll protect her even if she’s immortal," Isabelle hummed, "But still, this isn’t enough. Ah! I have a bright idea... Erthand, calls my usual people."

Erthand frowned, "You’re not thinking to murder the crown prince, are you?" The usual people she called are none other than a paid mercenaries who would do anything from assault, murder, and even terrorizing people if paid. Isabelle usually paid these people to do her dirty work but most of the time it entails killing.

But this time killing wasn’t an option when her so called rival is none other than the crown prince of Versailles himself.

"What are you saying? Of course I’m not so foolish," Isabelle walked away as she hummed, "Just delay his return to the castle as long as possible, weeks if needed."

"They won’t be able to hold to the crown prince for so long-"

"-I’ll make a reason for him to return even longer, thus make an appointment to the King," Isabelle who had worked her plan grin wider. "Ah and do you know of the slave who had pointed her hand to accuse Arabella?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Erthand shook his head and she nodded, "Then find her name. An appropriate punishment is needed for bad dogs, don’t you agree?"

Isabelle was about to speak again when she stopped. Her wicked smile faded as she returned to her usual harmless attitude before opening the door in front of her whilst she spoke, "But it is worrisome that Arabella would be accused for such sin... She was close to Marissa, I know that she wasn’t the one who had killed her."

At the same time Malvo had just arrived at the door, startled to see Isabelle as their eyes met.

He slowly walked down from the horse and bowed to show his respect while Isabelle pretended to look surprised, "Oh, Sir Malvo," she bowed and Malvo smiled back at him. "Are you here to visit Bella?" she then narrowed her eyes, "If you are here to interrogate her using physical harm.."

"No, don’t worry, I know that you have became friends with Bella, Princess Isabelle," he answered, "Well I do have questions for her which I wanted to ask but in no way will I use physical harm. I’m not fond of blood or violence."

Isabelle exhaled in relief, her expression sincere as she didn’t want that Arabella was harmed by the people of the castle, "I understand that you must have a lot of questions for her but she’s... she isn’t feeling quite the best now. Ah, I forgot to give this to her earlier. Would you mind to bring it to her? I can’t go through the doors, you see."

Malvo looked down to find a beautifully wrapped box which he suspect to be food. Though this was against the regulation, Malvo wasn’t a stickler for rules and besides he wasn’t there as Arabella’s enemy.

He nodded and Isabelle bid her farewells soon after.

Then Malvo walked inside the door, wondering if Isabella had spoke about something else before yelling such an obvious sentence full of lies to distract him into thinking that she hadn’t heard the sound of his neighing horse.

That would mean that even the princess have her own secret agendas which he couldn’t be sure would be a danger to them or help.

He sighed again and reached the cell before knocking on the door.