The Duke's Passion

Chapter 768 We're in a race

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768 We're in a race

A lot of people may have known or heard stories about Fabian. He was no king nor does he own a title, but everyone, especially those people in the upper echelon or men in power, knew him as the Duke of Grimsbanne's downright demonic butler.

He was not as nonchalant and prideful as Samael was, or as righteous and honorable as Rufus. What made Fabian terrifying was that his emotions… never get in his way. Even when it was no secret that Fabian 'worshiped' Samael, this butler would go against the duke if he must.

So… what made this person, who was possessing Florence, that Fabian would stop his blade just because she intrigued him? Follow current novelenglish.net . s on novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

What a ridiculous assumption. THUD!

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Fabian held his dark spear to the side with its hilt stretched diagonally behind him. He snapped his eyes ever so slowly, catching a severed arm a meter before him. When he raised his gaze, Florence was standing a meter from the severed arm across from him. "Haha…!" Florence laughed condescendingly, holding her arm to stop its bleeding. "What a monster, indeed. I thought scratching this body is the worst you'd do, but severing her arm… I wonder what she would think if I leave her body? She will probably writhe in pain after getting cut by Maleficent."

Unlike the usual enthusiastic grin that would appear after cutting someone's flesh, Fabian didn't show the slightest amusement or resentment. He looked bored.

"I feel terrible for cutting my sister-in-law's arm," confessed Fabian, albeit his expression said otherwise. "But I feel even more awful that you cannot feel the pain."

Florence chortled. "What a devious man."

"I should've cut her feet instead," Fabian whispered, glancing at her feet momentarily. "Or I should just end her."

"So to end her sufferings quickly?" she let go of her severed arm, only to spread them open. "Cut me up then. Her body is useless… very unlike that of Heliot Von Stein. He put up quite a fight."

"May his soul rest." Fabian nodded, not surprised by her remarks as he had already read the letter Florence had received just an hour ago. "I had thought of His Highness Heliot with the highest regard. It was silly he died because he believes everyone sticks to their words just like him."

"You sound like someone who knows her very well."

"Of course!" Florence intoned. "Who doesn't know the last pureblooded Bloodfang? Everyone knows her because everyone wants her and that blood running in her veins. Even those from the mainland want a child with her!"

A glint flickered across Fabian's eyes, causing Florence's smile to stretch even wider.

"Haha! That offended you, isn't it?" her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Of course, they were your master. Even I was insulted when I came across this information. That is why… I had decided to kill her so she wouldn't have to go through that pain of being a mother of many children from different men."

"That… sounds a bit of a stretch. Won't that put you in trouble?" Fabian pointed out. His suspicions that whoever was possessing Florence knew them very well soared the more she talked.

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Florence smirked. "I… don't work for anyone. You might think I'm acting with a group, but since I liked you, I'll tell you the truth. Your other enemies and me… we're in a race. I won't let them get what they want."

"What is it that they want?"

"To squeeze out every power those on their list have."

"And yours?"

"I just told you." She arched a brow and smirked. "To not give what they want… even if it means killing their targets before they could touch the tip of their hairs. Heliot and Rufus were now crossed out, probably that woman in the north, too. Do you know who is next?"

Florence waited for several seconds before she chuckled. "Those children… left on the mainland."

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