122 My henchman

"What do you mean by that?!" 

The marquess Espen yells. Shock gleams in his eyes under the moonlight. "Um, do you have some problems in your brain or something? Can't you just guess what is going on by what I stated?" Furrowing my brows, I throw a query. Does he have a brain to think?

Why is he questioning me? I am pretty sure anyone would know that they are caught red handed in this kind of situation. "You! When did you find it out?!" At last, he caught up thankfully! "It was quite obvious how you dashed towards Verena right after receiving the news"

I shrug as he pulls his sword out of the sheath. "How dare you toy me around?!" Eh? Toy him around? More like I played along his game fairly! How could he think in such way?! "Lower your sword, idiot" I spit. "No! Where is she?! Where is that goddamn queen?!" He yells.