Chapter 239 — The Choices are Made.
It was a usual skill used in invasive tactics. Brief to make the ones involved invisible to others' eyes with the sly play of a hypnotizing partition.
Zeleskiaz was too heightened in skill not to fall in its lure, which made the method a wonderful help to conduct the Lady out of the Ball Room... Once more.
With creaking steps, stiff like never before, he managed to take the frozen Lady out of the packed Hall. Taking the woman's figure in his arms only once it was sure nobody was to witness such action.
"... Pardon me." — He told the unresponsive Marianne.
"..."
'..... D*mn the heavens.' — Zeleskiaz cussed, hurt by the sight and arid quiet.
Hurried to get her to the chambers she owned, he evaded any soul that could disturb his track. Grasping with each step the frail body in his hands, desperately, as it seemed to lose more and more of its delightful softness and warmth with each passing second.
"...kh...!"