Chapter 82 - We need to save the male lead (3)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Dict Groiler

I’m sure that would be the case when he does arrive. His appearance changes intermittently. We dodged the bullet with the guards, mainly because they don’t go visit his cell. Furthermore, they haven’t noticed any of Ricdorian’s changes at all.

But that didn’t mean we can fool the Archduke, who, from time to time, would come visit Ricdorian.

“Mr. Jair.” I interrupted, my voice sounding a little more authoritative. “I wonder, did you know, not too long ago, I’ve seen him collapse and fall on the floor.” I seethed.

I could imagine him swallowing down, finally stopping to suggest ridiculous things. So I pushed on…

I told him how I found him, bloodied, on the floor.

And who did he think broke the rules just to clean him up? Nurse him back to health? Brought him medicine? Fed him?!

Of course it’s me.

“Did you even sneak into the cellar late at night so that the prisoner wouldn’t get sick anymore?” I asked him furiously.

I had taken every risk and measure I could think of, hoping that Ricdorian would be less sick by the time I returned to check up on him! The bloody appearance I found him in was so painful to look at. I thought it would be not bad if I could help even a little to ease his pain.

And now…

“And now you want me to get him sick on purpose? I can’t!” I all but yelled at him. “If anyone else saw that terrible condition he was in, no one else would agree with what you were planning.” I was more determined than ever.

“He’s sick! But you know what? He couldn’t make a sound, not even a groan, because it hurts so much!”

It was like he wasn’t even aware of these things! Because if he did, he wouldn’t even dare suggest such a thing! I’m sounding like a broken record here, but from what source did he even get the idea from? Was Ricdorian just a mere doll to play for him?!

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