Saving The Villainous Monster From The Male Lead-Chapter 87 - 86: Hael’s Return!

The old carriage was discarded before entering the capital.

Sinclair mansion’s carriage was waiting for its master all day at the entrance of the capital.

Azriel and Laurant, had taken up their respective carriages after bidding farewell to their captain.

Once inside his carriage, Hael was welcomed by his loyal Secretary Dean. He had been eagerly waiting for his master to arrive and couldn’t wait to be the one picking him up.

"Dean!" Hael smiled on seeing his smiling face.

"It is a pleasure to have you back in the capital, my lord." He bowed at the door of the carriage.

"Hop in." He spoke.

Immediately after, Dean found a place opposite his master to sit in. Hael asked a question that didn’t make him very happy.

"Did you inform my sister?" He asked.

Dean’s face fell. He didn’t like Eleanore Sinclair, very much. She always seemed foolish to him. A fool who always brings nothing but trouble to his master.

"Was I supposed to?" He titled his head, annoyed by the mere mention of her name.

Hael laughed at that, completely aware of Dean’s hatred for Eleanore. But also knew that deep down Dean is a kind man, who only wants to keep his lord safe from any rumours and problems.

He is a bit short sighted and cannot actually understand human emotions that well. But that had never hindered his work, for his competency hides that one flaw in him.

"Cred! Turn to Lancaster mansion." Hael ordered the driver of his carriage. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

With a lash on the horses the carriage took a long turn around the capital circle.

Dean wasn’t very happy to hear that. He couldn’t wait for three months to get back to his work. His holiday days were never very enjoyable. His home felt dull and his life without work felt useless.

The empty house he lives in gives him a sense of emptiness in his life and heart. No one is ever waiting for him at that home, that took most of the precious things away from him. Thus, he preferred staying at the Sinclair man, all day, all night.

"Don’t sigh." Hael said, "We will immediately get to work once we get my sister back to the mansion as well."

"She could return tomorrow." Dean argued, sulking.

"No, we will both be welcomed back to the mansion today." Hael says, turning his hand to the small window in the carriage.

He could barely see anything from that window but the hustle and bustle of the street made him feel home.

"Also, I am worried. I do not have much faith in my best friend."

Dean took a deep breath before turning to the window as well. The same exhausting noise and strange mannerless people had surrounded them. Somehow, it looked like his lord enjoyed seeing this view, which he has always hated.

Soon the carriage pulled up near the main gate of the Lancaster mansion.

The two knights guarding the gate seemed confused and afraid at the same time. They whispered something to each other, before one of them sprinted into the mansion and the other opened the gates for the carriage to enter.

Dean noticed the panic and unsettling atmosphere in the air. He turned to Heal and his frowned face made it much more evident.

Hael was also confused. There had never been a time the white knights have acted that way. Whenever he has arrived at Lancaster mansion, it has mostly been unannounced.

On those days, Hael would simply walk in and conduct his urgent meeting with the grand duke and leave just as quickly as he came.

They got off the carriage and once off, Dean couldn’t keep his words hidden.

"Something is off, my lord." He speaks.

Hael simply nodded as he started to the entrance of the mansion. Soon a figure appeared there waiting for them. When they were close enough it was revealed to be Victor.

"Evening Victor." Hael greets his old friend. "When did you come back?"

Victor bowed as per the etiquette and greeted back. "Good evening, Duke Sinclair. It is a pleasure to have you here." He speaks.

"Right." Hael frowned again.

He noticed that Victor ignored his friendly greetings, keeping it completely official. What has happened in the past three months while he was away from the capital.

As long as it was not related to his little sister, Hael couldn’t care less about others.

"Currently, my lord is occupied. I believe you have come to meet Lady Eleanore. Please follow me, I will guide you there." Victor conveys his master’s words.

Hael exhaled in relief. Looks like whatever has happened is not related to his sister. Thus, it doesn’t matter why Caelestis wouldn’t appear to greet his best friend.

Soon they were on the third floor and Hael was stunned to find out that Caelestis had placed her room this far from his. True, he didn’t like her and true, she wasn’t very kind to him, yet how could he keep someone he is supposed to protect so far?

"Has Caelestis changed his room from first to third?" He asked.

Victor looked at him puzzled; he thought about the question for a while before answering. "No, he is still on the first floor and yes, Lady Eleanore has been living alone on the third." He understood why Hael asked that question and answered accordingly.

"Hmm." Hael wasn’t angry, he felt disappointed.

Every day while he was in the field, he feared that they might fight in his absence or maybe have some disagreement. He feared that Cealestis might actually someday throw her out of the mansion or worse, harm her in some way.

Now he realised that while he was on that mission, Caelestis wasn’t even trying to keep her safe.

It is not a bad idea to maintain distance, considering he hates her but how on earth would he even be able to get here on time if anything were to happen? God forbids! if an assassination attempt takes place, how—

"A week ago, an assassination attempt was made on her." Victor said, as they stood in front of her door.

Hael’s jaw jerked in the side from where the words came, his eyes widened.

"Lady stella saved her by using her body." He informed, keeping his gaze low and his hand on the knob. Feeling guilty that he had no power to save her from any of the events that took place in front of him after he arrived. Instead, it was always others. The most unexpected people that saved her.

Useless!

"Today, Lady Stella was poisoned, and all the evidence was against her." He raised his head up to look at Hael, who looked extremely angry.

His jaw had tightened, his eyes narrowed and every muscle on his face screamed anger.

"Thus, my lord asked her to remain in the room, until they find a way to cure Lady Stella." He completed his report.

One he was asked to hide by his lord, but as Elanore’s friend and a brother figure, he couldn’t hide it from her only family.

Hael’s fingers curled into a fist, every muscle in his body tightening. He had warned Caelestis to not treat her like this again, to ignore all her mistakes and yet he still did it. He punished her on the basis of some rubbish proofs, he would never believe in.

"I’m sure, she did nothing." His voice was low.

"So am I." With that, Victor pushed the knob and opened the door for Hael.

Inside, there was no one. A panic rushed into Hael’s veins, making him rush inside. It was empty. He looked around and found no one.

Hael’s heart raced as scary thoughts passed through his mind. "Where is my sister?" He yelled.

"Maybe— um— maybe she went down." Victor stammered as he guessed that possibility. He was just as shocked as Heal was.

As per Caelestis’ order, Eleanore was supposed to stay in her room, then how come— how come she is not here?

"Go! Check!" Hael ordered.

"My lord." Dean came forward. "Perhaps she might have run away." He tried to assure his lord by saying those absurd words. "Don’t you remember, she does this every time after she messes up."

Hael ignores his words.

Dean was not wrong. Eleanore loved running away from the consequences of her action and it has not happened once or twice but several times in a row. Yet there was this lingering feeling, in him, that something was not right.

His unsettling feelings and strong intuition came true when he heard a humming sound from the other side of the bed. He rushed there and found Marina— Eleanore’s maid there, tied up by ropes. Her hand behind her back and her two legs to the leftover rope of the hands. Like she was an animal, and they didn’t want to waste more rope on her.

She had been in that uncomfortable position, for who knows how long and if that was not enough. A ball of long napkin was painfully dumped into her mouth that probably reached deep in her throat.