Behind The Castle's

**DUCHY ARGENT IV**

On the couch of his room, on his lap, in every feeling of his berserk, in every thought of his anger, in every breath he breathes. Victoria's grief, pain and fear continued to rub off on Fredrick. Gently and softly, Fredrick continued to stroke Victoria's hair, a quiet greeting with tranquilizing words as Fredrick continued to sing, subtle strokes on Victoria's shoulder continuing to swerve. As if all of that could ease any of Victoria's pain.

For hours Fredrick tried to calm Victoria down. Although the hysterical and poignant cries began to calm down, but the little quacks of the rest of her cries continued to sound even until Victoria slept. Fredrick continued to look at Victoria's face with both cheeks getting red, the corners of her lips wound, this looked even worse than the wound that had ever been on Victoria's cheek. Tearing wounds on his cheekbones and lips were enough to explain if the trail of the blow would continue to throb pain.

Fredrick was still in position when the sun started to wake up. Victoria's two hands clutching her shirt firmly made her unable to move in the slightest. With his chest still full of anger, with the mind still ready to kill Fredrick patiently keeping Victoria's sleep that looks uncomfortable. His eyebrows were always wrinkled, his forehead occasionally frowned, his mouth occasionally moved saying something silently with his body continuing to tremble. Until suddenly Victoria's body continues to move agitatedly, Fredrick who did not even a little release his eyes from Victoria tried to wake Victoria from her nightmare, but, instead, the weak body that was still rolled in the linen-lined cloth was shivering with temples that continued to get wet from tears.

"Hey Vic's... Vic..."

Fredrick kept trying to call her but in vain because Victoria's body seemed to be shivering more and more. Fredrick started to panic

"THE VIC!! VICTORIA!!!"

Still, eyes that were closed tightly by continuing to shed tears were not open, Fredrick who was increasingly panicking would scream to call anyone outside the room. But, when Fredrick once again shouted his name to the two eyelids it began to open. The two eyeballs as green as leaves that seemed to have no light were staring at him blankly.

"Vic...?"

"Bash?"

Fredrick breathed a sigh of relief and nagged, his steps moving slowly stroking Victoria's gentle mane.

"Hi. good morning"

With a blank look and a face that looked very tired, Victoria tried to curl her thin lips with her weak voice heard

"I'm thirsty"

"of course. What do you want to drink this morning?"

"My face hurts"

Feeling that his question was not answered, Fredrick simply nodded and smiled his bitter smile

"We're going to treat him, Vic"

"My body... My whole body hurts" Victoria choked. "And it's worthless Bash"

Fredrick stared at Victoria's two eyeballs that were increasingly sparkling with water because the eyes that continued to slide fell on her temple. With a grievous smile, Fredrick shook his head with a hand that began to gently rub Victoria's back

"We'll treat it. And you'll always have Vic. It's okay..."

"I....." Victoria searched to try to catch her breath to fill her squeezed lungs. "He touched me Bash... He keeps touching me, he touches everywhere"

The cry of a stifled scream with Victoria's powerful check on her chest shirt again made the focus of the entire mind and Fredrick's heart was only fixed on one thought. Fredrick wants to, and has to strangle somebody now.

"It's okay. Everything will be fine..."

It was the only word Fredrick could say before he felt the two hands that kept on blocking him weaken. Victoria closed her eyes without moving anymore

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"Please it's cold, please get me Mr. Jeremmy's shirt"

For some million times throughout the night, Jeremmy kept hearing the plea. It felt so fed up and wanted to stomp that mouth, but, if he were to trample that mouth now. There will be someone who will trample it because it has touched its prey.

So, by continuing to suppress his emotions, Jeremmy could only keep the object that he did not intend to see, the body that was tied to the tree, the body clean without a thread.

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On the other side. After Victoria passed out, she was treated by doctors and waiters. Fredrick called the host who was left unattached to find out the terrible problems that happened last night.

"Good Morning Your Highness"

Duke Argentt, with all the prayers in his heart, tried to brace himself to open his mouth in front of the man who continued to scratch the table with one index finger. Every scratch spread fear, every sound from the fingernails and the wood of the table gave a sense of terror especially with a cold and unreadable face. Fredrick managed to give more than just horror to anyone around him

"What?"

Several times Duke Argentt gulped his saliva so roughly that he felt he had enough strength, Duke Argent answered Fredrick's question

"Last night, Lady Victoria went straight after dinner to the second floor, but not to her room but to Lady Lawson's room which was in the kitchen to brew her medicine. When Lady Lawson finished brewing tea and returned to her room, she found her husband and Lady Victoria in an immoral position on the floor" Duke Argentt gulped his saliva again without daring to move his eyeballs as the scratching sound on the table strengthened. "With her tears, Lady Lawson headed for her chariot and went straight home that night without telling anyone"

"Then?"

The sound as sharp as a sword but as cold as ice coming out of Fredrick's mouth ushered in a chill that quickly crept across Duke Argentt's entire heart.

"Lord Lawson, ask for a key to the waiter's room. We tried to find the waiter who gave the key but, that waitress from last night had already disappeared. I've got people looking for him"

"Then?"

"Then?"

With both hands clenched firmly to contain all his growing fear, Duke Argentt reopened his voice

"I'm investigating why last night, Lady Victoria went to Lady Lawson's room. While we all know if Lady Lawson who is sickly to be alsan for Lord Lawson sleep accompany his wife"

Quite a long time silence ensued until Fredrick's cold voice came back.

"As long as she cried, she occasionally mentioned her maid's name, and all I saw was that she was afraid to see her servant's face"

The sound of a chair swiping against the floor made Duke Argentt lift his fist that kept bowing deeply

"All these issues are your responsibility and also all your guests"

After saying what to say, Duke Argentt went outside and ordered someone to call Jeremmy.

Not long before the sound of knocking on the door and Jeremmy's voice sounded. Jeremmy who already understood the situation very well immediately entered without the need to wait for a response from inside the door

With a look of tired but firm face, Jeremmy immediately lowered his head for a moment and then ventured to look at Fredrick's flat and cold face.

"What did you get?"

Jeremmy.

"I've been trying to dig up information all night but haven't found anything, I can't get information from Baron Lawson" either"

"Hmmm..."

The rumbling with scratching sounds on the increasingly powerful table made Jeremmy breathe carefully. He did not want the sound of his breathing to make matters worse for the man in front of him who was being unread in his mind and heart.

"They're my mom's 'dogs"

Although Jeremmy also thought the same, but still Jeremmy did not dare to open his mouth.

"They're my mom's 'dogs"

Another quiet but very cold voice that continues to be muttered Fredrick

"They're always big heads because they think I'm useless and they can control hhmm..."

Silence lingered around them long enough for Fredrick's quiet voice to sharpen.

"Send a letter to the palace, today it must reach His Majesty's hands, tell all the events of last night"

"Good Your Highness"

"Call Carl and Tomy here and also the 'other dogs', my mother's dogs. They should be here tonight"

With a breath that had been held Jeremmy only dared to nod when he saw Fredrick who had not finished his words

"And also slipped my request to the palace to send five war strategists and a hundred warriors to the west"

Jeremmy frowned but just nodded unsettled. Fredrick re-opened his voice

"Let the old serpent punish the bedeb*h family"

With his jaw hardened, temples constantly moving, Fredrick stared at Jeremmy sharply

"Don't touch her, leave it like that until Carl and Tomy arrive. He can't die and get sick easily"

"Ba-good Your Highness"

Jeremmy tightly clenched his already trembling hands. His entire nerves were shivering until his face was ashen

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Let's keep track of it don't forget....

Greetings dear all✨