How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 209. Burning Pillar (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

“What is this–”

“There’s no time for that,” Annette said, bravely climbing under the pillar. “I’ll go first, follow me!”

It was the first time she had crawled under anything since she was a child, and it was hard to get under the pillar, especially in a formal gown.

“Your turn, Celestine, come quickly.”

On the other side of the pillar, Annette held out her hand as Celestine nodded and followed.

“Where are you going–”

“Ah!!! Let me go!”

A masked man had yanked Celestine back by her ankle, apparently fixated on carrying out the King’s command. He sounded like the leader, but it was hard to tell when his face had been burned. One side of his mask was charred, bubbling and blending horribly into his burned skin.

“I will not die alone,” he said, drawing his dagger. “We will travel together.”

He raised the dagger toward his throat, and the terrified Celestine kicked him.

“If you want to die, die alone!”

The man actually looked shocked to have been kicked in the face by the future Crown Princess. Celestine aimed squarely for the burned side of his face, the side where he could not see her coming because his eye was damaged, and slammed her foot into his jaw.

“Argg!”

The man fell backwards, and Celestine made a noise of pain.

“Are you all right, Celestine?”

“His dagger cut my ankle when he fell,” Celestine said through gritted teeth, crawling back through the pillar. The man still tried to grab for her, but missed as Annette yanked her the rest of the way through.

“Hurry, he’s still following us!”

Celestine screamed as the man crawled after them. It would have been wise to shove something under the pillar to block him, but there wasn’t time, and all the debris nearby was too heavy. All they could do was run.

The two women raced away, but Celestine was hobbling on her injured ankle, and they could hear the man overtaking them from behind as they spotted the exit in the distance. He darted in front of them, blocking their escape.

“No, you don’t!” Annette pushed in front of the injured Celestine,and the man’s dagger swerved toward her. A seemingly delicate noblewoman should pose no obstacle to him, and though as Annette’s mouth opened to try her skill again, he was not about to fall for the same trick twice.

He had guessed that she had some unknown power. His dagger immediately swung for her slender throat, to make sure she would never sing again. And once she was dead, it would be Celestine’s turn.

Annette closed her eyes, bracing for the sharp blade.

Thud.

The man suddenly dropped, felled by a heavy blow to the back of his head, and Annette’s eyes flew open in shock. An unexpected rescuer had appeared behind the fallen man. A face that she knew very well.

“…Father?”

The person who had saved her was none other than Duke Allamand Bavaria himself. Annette’s father frowned and flicked the blood off his cane.