Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1108 Not Worth It
Crystal’s POV:
Adela panicked and immediately backtracked, only, she sounded even more ridiculous than before. “I— You misunderstood what I said. Yes, I can swim, but you pushed me so suddenly that I wasn’t able to get my bearings. And—and my legs cramped as well!”
“Ah, so you’re changing your story now? Are you sure this will be the final version?” I gave her a mocking smirk. It was genuine, too. I really was amused by her blatant display of stupidity.
“I don’t know what you mean. All I know is that you tried to k*il*l me!” Adela’s eyes glinted with malice. Gone was the gentle innocence she had shown Rufus and Laura.
I sauntered over to her and crouched to meet her eye level. “The news that you saved the king from the water is widespread in the palace. You say that I tried to k*il*l you by pushing you into the water? Do you think I’m d*um*b like you?”
Adela flushed at my words. “It’s not that strange! People could have died from being pushed into the water without prior precautions!”
“No, but what is strange is that you don’t seem to know much about the imperial palace, despite your incessant claims of being the future queen. In order to prevent unfortunate accidents like drowning, the ponds and pools in the imperial palace were purposely designed to be shallow. And average adult can stand in the water, and the surface would only reach their chest. If I was really trying to drown you, why would I choose a communal area with shallow waters instead of some remote lake or, better yet, the open sea? If I were that foolish, I would have been ousted as the Alpha of the border a long time ago.” I stood up and snapped a branch off the nearest tree. Then, I swiped at Adela, grazing her cheek with the rough edge of the wood.
Our little audience cried out in unison.
Adela dazedly stared at the branch on the ground. She reached up and touched the scratch on her face, tiny specks of blood smearing her fingers. “You do want to k*il*l me!” she screamed.
I winced and covered my ears. Damn, this bogus she-wolf sounded worse than a pig being dragged to slaughter. I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising for her to fail time and time again when she was this mindless.
“You see?” I challenged her. “If I wanted to k*il*l you, a mere branch would be enough. Why would I bother causing so much just to get rid of you?” I flashed her a taunting smile.
Adela scrambled to her feet and pointed a finger at me. “You all heard that, didn’t you?” she addressed the crowd. “She just admitted that she wanted to k*il*l me! Seize her!”
Unfortunately for her, no one made a move. Even the guards all stood behind me in silence. Their eyes, previously regarding Adela with respect, were now narrowed in undisguised suspicion.
“What do you mean by this, huh?” Adela demanded, refusing to believe that no one was siding with her. She launched herself into another bout of tears.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance. “Quit with your act, or you’ll only make a laughingstock out of yourself.”
Instead of heeding my advice, however, Adela cried even harder. She kept calling for Rufus to deliver justice.
“You’re the one who cut my face, yet you’re making it look like I’m the one at fault!” Adela glared at me and cupped her hand over the scratch on her cheek. She sounded like I had just dealt her a fatal wound. I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore. “Please, if you want Rufus to know about this so badly, then feel free to look for him yourself. But I’m afraid that the scratch on your face will start fading into a scar long before he spares you a glance.”
The paltry little cut looked nothing more than a single stroke of pen on paper. It wasn’t even bleeding anymore.
“You!” Adela bit her lips and balled her hands into fists. She looked like she might lunge at me at any moment.
Well, it would be her loss if she decided to engage in a fight with me. This second-rate she-wolf was no match for me at all. Also, I couldn’t be bothered to raise a hand against her. It just wasn’t worth it.
Just as the situation was about to reach a crescendo, a she-wolf wearing a hat with purple gauze veil gracefully stepped forward. “What is going on here?” she asked gently.
It was Lucy.