Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Don't

"Sorry I can't ...."

Armand's reply left Abela shocked. He was ready to push again. Feeling Abela's Aura made Armand chuckle.

"You look ready to kill me" whispered Armand softly.

Armand distanced himself from Abela and tidied his clothes, leaving Abela still pensive. Confused about what happened. But he immediately controlled himself and sat down.

"I want to know about this power of mine," Abela said seriously. Since yesterday she has been determined to follow what a desire 'something' that makes her live as Abela. He wanted Abela's real soul to return to where it should be.

"Not now, your body is still recovering," Armand replied too quickly.

Abela stared in disbelief at this handsome man before her. If he knew about it he shouldn't have done it. Abela rolled her eyes.

"I wonder why they want to kill me?" abela asked seriously.

"Many reasons. Especially since they wanted to intrude on my life," Armand replied straightforwardly.

"The ambiguous answer. It's obvious that you're keeping something a secret." Abela lifted her teacup to the front of her lips.

"Lately you've always called me Sir. Makes me feel like I have a line between us." Armand's gaze was still fixated on Abela's facial water which now looked flat. Her sweet expression had disappeared.

"I just don't feel comfortable around you yet." Abela awkwardly lowered her formal attitude.

"It's okay, you can call me whatever you want." Armand smiled as gently as possible to make Abela feel at ease.

"Then ... What about my power? I want to know" said Abela. He wanted to learn about all these things about the body he possessed.

Armand did not immediately reply, he leaned himself on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Seemed thinking. Then a grin rose on his face.

"Accept ...." Armand said it slowly. Then stand up and stretch out his hand. Abela did not look confused anymore. He naturally greeted Armand's hand and stood up. Out of the recreation room, walking in tandem through the corridor towards a field that Abela believed to be a place to practice.

Abela looked around the place, there was no one other than the two of them. Abela also knew, she only had two knights and increased to six. And all those knights Armand sent from his residence.

Armand smiled as Abela's eyes returned to him. Armand then placed one hand in front of his chest, there was a light coming out from there more and more radiant as Armand pulled his sword out of his chest.

Abela was flabbergasted as Armand managed to grasp his greatsword with one hand. There was a cold swish that ran from head to toe of Abela. Sweat slowly flowed from his temple. He felt excited and scared at the same time. That sword, that sword that two years ago pierced his chest. Should the sword end his life again?

If so, what about Abela? Is Abela going to die with him? Then why does he care. Ghotel's inner warfare intensifies as the sword's light fades.

"The sword that killed the witch" Abela murmured softly.

"You're right, this sword killed the witch." Armand said it with regret. Makes Abela wary.

"You seem to regret it." Abela doesn't know what she's saying. For what Armand regretted for killing him.

"You're right. I'm so sorry. Maybe he and I can talk" replied Armand calmly.

Abela did not want to hear any further. Why does he know that.

"We don't have to talk about the witch anymore. Tell me about my powers. Can I pull my sword from inside my chest as well?" abela asked sounding excited.

"Of course you can't. My sword is a little special, so he just wants to stay inside. This is the sword that was passed down to the king."

"intriguing. So the one who has the sword is not the king?" ask Abela.

Armand smiled obliquely hearing it. It was no secret that the one who could claim the sword was not her brother.

"It's not like that. Why should I be king." Armand still smiled saying so.

"You said that" replied Abela.

"So your strength ...."

"You're switching the conversation?" cut Abela.

"You know ... I don't like being here to discuss the power you have. I just want to go to your room. Talk to you there." Armand returned with his slanted smile.

"I don't want to," Abela replied coldly making Armand grimace before chuckling lightly.

"Allah ... I'm not sure I can explain it in detail. As far as I know, you wear a pair of twin swords. You also have incredible physical strength" explained Long Armand.

"Then ... Why am I so easily attacked?"

Abela's question left Armand silent, he looked at Abela with an unusual gaze. As if hesitant to answer. Abela sighed softly.

"Allah ... So in the end, only my lost memories can answer them all." Abela said flatly.

Somehow he got a memory he never had. There was no other way but to give up and accept what was in front of him. From tomorrow, Abela will come to this place to train alone.

"I have one question" Abela said again. "Looks like the queen's highness invited me to tea. Whaddya think? Is our relationship good?"

"Queen? My sister-in-law is a good person and yes your relationship is good. When is the invitation, I can accompany you if you want."

"Good idea, I don't want to stutter alone especially with the contents of my head that is chaotic," said Abela he hooked her wind-struck hair child. "Two days, the invitation is two days away" he said.

"You'll be fine" Armand said in a reassuring tone.

"All right." Abela closed the conversation and walked back towards her mansion.

Behind him a small smiling Armand followed.

"What about dating? You want a walk out? Or go to the academy to meet Orlando?" Armand was already walking beside Abela again.

"Where's your sword?" Abela answered Armand's question with another question.

"It's back in place. But you know, I'm not a very kind person if people ask before answering my question." Armand said it honestly.

"I'm not ready to meet Orlando yet. I don't remember it, but just hearing her name makes me sad." Abela didn't lie about that. The strange feeling continued to enter his heart when he heard the name of his son.

"Do you feel the same way when you hear my name?" ask Armand curiously.

"I get annoyed every time I hear your name." Abela was still pitched flat when she said that. Armand probably laughed in response. But still he felt a little offended.

"You know, only you are allowed to speak like that in front of me" Armand said.

"So? Should I be flattered by that?" asked Abela indifferently.

Armand was speechless staring at the side of Abela's cold-looking face. He grinned before a brief peek at Abela's cheek. It felt incredible as Abela's expression changed rapidly. Abela turned her head quickly with her face already reddened. His eyes widened looking at Armand who was smiling widely.

...****************...