The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 481 How Is It Like To See With One Eye?

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

When the arrow stabbed me, I still did not understand where. The pain in my left eye showed me where it had stabbed me. I knew at that exact moment that my eye was lost. I could never get it back.

Werewolves could heal themselves, but not all wounds could be healed. What was lost could not be gotten back. My eye was lost, not just injured.

Then, another arrow stabbed me. What had gotten me at that time? I was never like this. I was never supposed to be this weak. Something happened. Something was very wrong.

I had to withdraw. If I stayed, I would only make my force weak. I used the teleportation device to teleport back to my tent and I fainted there at some point.

When I woke up, I found myself in my tent but properly lying on the bed. The warmth of the room did not make me feel as worse as that much warmth used to.

"Call yourself lucky that Blue doesn't care about appearance. She would have left you already."

The cocky voice could belong to only one person. That punk always had to be one step ahead in everything.

"Is that supposed to comfort me?" I asked. The pain was too much. I had never felt something like this.

"Just stating facts," he said.

I tried to sit up, but it was a little hard, though not impossible. There was a mirror on the table beside me. The other table was full of surgery equipment.

I took the mirror and took a look at myself. I was okay. I looked fine if it was not for the dark hollow socket where my black eye should have been. I always hated my eyes but never thought how it would be like to be without one of them.

"I look ugly," I said.

"I told you," he said. He was working on something with stitches and a piece of clothing. I tried to make sense of it with one eye. It was weird. I knew what he was doing. He was making something.

But the way I was seeing it was too strange. It was like I was seeing half of what I was supposed to see. If I needed to see further to my left, I needed to turn my head that way.

After a few minutes, Luc threw something on my lap. It was a black piece of clothing, stitched carefully into an eyepatch.

"The fabric is bad," I said.

"Just wear it, you dimwit! It will make you look presentable," he said.

I put it on. When I was a kid, I saw pirates having them in some books and always wanted to have one. My dream had been fulfilled, but I hated it entirely.

"How does it feel looking with one eye?" he asked.

"I can see your ugly face just fine."

"Women prefer my face more, you know."

"I heard women like black hair more," I said.

"But the combination of brown hair and gray eyes is more preferred," Luc said. "It is quite rare."

"Not exactly," I said. "I have seen people with your hair and eyes."

"Not as handsome as me though."

"That said, why do you care what women prefer? Ruby might need to hear about it."

"You said women prefer your face. Blue will need to hear about it."

"… She is jealous," I chuckled. "I didn't know that, but that dream…"

"Ah, yeah, that dream. I was surprised when she started telling me about it."

"You made things worse only."

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"I said the truth," he laughed. He was sitting on a chair by my bed. I wondered how long I was unconscious and what happened back there after I left. But for some reason, I did not want to. I wanted to forget where I was for a little while.

Luc and I bickered at each other for a long time. When he was about to leave, I told him to send me a report which he did after a while. Apparently, he had it prepared. He knew I would ask him to make a report, instead of saying everything.

Blue had sent letters to Luc after Luc informed her of my injury. He said he did not mention the whole thing as she might just go crazy.

I tried to walk around the tent as my muscles ached. I felt weak, but a little better than before. So, when Blue suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I dragged myself to her and pushed her down to the ground. I thought I was dreaming. There was no way she would be there.

But she was. When I realized it, I thought I would go crazy. Confusion, and endless questions clouded my mind. I also realized I had just fucked my pregnant wife on the hard floor. I had surely lost my mind.

She fell asleep after crying over how she had to leave the people behind in the mansion, even King Ford and Doctor Dimitri. If it was Doctor Dimitri, he would get out. I knew what kind of person he was. That guy could survive anything. And if King Ford did not survive, he did not deserve to be a King anymore.

And he did survive. Not just survive, he was well, as if he only forgot to change his clothes.

"I did not know you were this weak, King Demetrius. This is disappointing," King Ford said. I wanted to smack him really badly.

"I know I was weak," I said. Although it sounded bad, it was also the truth. "Something happened back there. If I am right, there was some kind of particle in the air that caused my body to weaken and I could not think straight. My sight was blurry now and then and I felt dizzy."

"Then, why did it affect only you? Isn't that weird?"

"It is," I nodded. "But I was not myself. It's… I cannot put it into words, but I really felt like… I was being hunted using a different tactic."

He did not say anything, just nodded. Then, he looked at sleeping Blue and said, "Ask Blue."

"Ask her what? I told her about it."

"No, ask her if she could make some kind of gas or anything that will affect only one person," he said. "If what you said is what actually happened, then I can assure you it is not the work of a mage, but a dark mage."

"… Blue has recently discovered her power," I muttered.

"But you cannot ignore that she is gifted when it comes to making crafts," he said. "I saw how she worked. She was too focused and she knew what she was doing. I can see the potential. Trust me, even if she doesn't believe it herself, she can make anything."

I could not disagree. Blue definitely showed signs of a high level of magical craftsmanship. However, I did not want her to risk her health by trying to make something when she was pregnant.

"I'm worried," I said. "I probably shouldn't have been so hasty…"

"What were the chains used for, King Demetrius?" he asked suddenly.

"How much did you look into?"

"Almost everything. I take my chance," he said. "What were they used for?"

"You don't want to know what goes on in our bedroom," I said.

"… You didn't force yourself on her, did you?"

"What? No! I would never! If I did, do you think she would have loved me?"

"I don't know. Her mental state should not be that good enough to judge between healthy and unhealthy."

"… I did not. That and physically hurting her are two things I would never do. And yes, no stalking. I don't stalk."

"There are a lot of other things that I can think of which are creepy and unhealthy, but at least, I hope you are not lying about not forcing yourself on her," he said. "That's something I will never forgive you or anyone about if you did it."