A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 378: You Have A Point

Chapter 378: You Have A Point

Edward lowered his head and began to stare at his sweaty hands. He swallowed hard, and with all the courage he could muster up, he proceeded to speak. "I sort of touched his wife without her consent."

Old Master Lenort took a moment to completely process his words. His face gradually bore into a frown, and he blew his eyes wide.

"You...you tried to—"

Edward quickly sprang into a kneeling position on the bed. "I’m so sorry, my lord. Please forgive me. I don’t know what happened to me or what even made me behave in such a way. I am not an unruly man, and never have I thought or done such a thing to a lady."

"It felt as if I was under the influence of drugs, which I wasn’t, so it is no excuse. I implore you to forgive me, my lord. I’m sorry. I really apologize."

Old Master Lenort sat gazing at him. His eyes dangerously narrowed into a thin line, and he abruptly stood up from the chair. With his hands behind his back, he walked away to the doors, ready to leave.

"I will pretend like this never happened, as I am responsible for bringing you into this mansion. However, do not ever show your face in front of me again. You will leave the mansion today and never set foot in it for the rest of your life."

"Do you understand?" He questioned.

Edward frantically nodded his head, agreeing. He’d rather not walk into the room again than watch his head roll off his body tonight.

"Pack up and leave!" The old master, Lenort, left the room.

Edward stared at the door, his body shaking. He hadn’t even realized that he’d nearly wet himself. I mean, this was the king speaking to him concerning an unforgivable crime he’d committed. If anything, his head should have rolled, but yet this man simply asked him to leave the mansion.

He can’t be that generous, can he?

Well, it’s not that it matters. He must definitely leave while he has the chance, and he would never allow anyone to hear of what he’s done. His reputation was at stake.

Edward quickly hurried down the bed and rushed into the closet. He changed into a new set of clothing, grabbed the things important to him, and hurried out of the room. He quickly exited the mansion and left for home without letting any other person know.

—

Old Master Lenort pinched between his brows, an annoyed expression evident on his face.

"Boris," he called.

Boris opened the door of the office and walked in. He shut the door behind him and respectfully bowed to him.

"You called for me, my lord."

Old Master Lenort nodded his head. "Yes, there is something that I need you to do."

"Dismiss all the doctors in the mansion; the autopsy is useless and will no longer take place. The cause of Natasha’s death is clearly unknown, and I don’t think they will be able to figure anything out."

"Yes, my lord." Boris nodded and straightened up. He turned around to leave the office, but Old Master Lenort stopped him.

"Call Ryan to my office. I’d like to have a word with him," he ordered. "Prepare for Natasha’s burial with the other staff, understand?"

"Yes, my lord." Boris nodded and left the office. He made his way to the hall where the doctors resided and pushed open the door.

At the sight of him, the five remaining doctors stood up and slightly bowed to him.

With a straight face, Boris relayed his message: "You are all dismissed from the royal mansion. The autopsy is no longer needed since the cause of the First Lady’s death cannot be determined."

The doctors stared at him, and as soon as he left the hall, they all exhaled a relieved breath, finally free.

"I thought I was going to rot in here," one of them muttered.

Another nodded, agreeing with him. "I thought we were never going to leave. No matter how many times we come back with the same report, his majesty wants us to keep working on it."

"Agreed." The latter gave a nod. "It’s good that he is finally letting us go."

"Don’t you all think we should leave immediately before he changes his mind?" Another with short black hair said, and the others looked at him.

"You have a point." They all quickly exited the hall and made preparations to leave the royal mansion as soon as possible.

—

In the office, Ryan sat opposite old master Lenort, who had his legs crossed with a remorseful expression evident on his face.

"Your wife’s funeral will be held tomorrow. Is that alright with you?" He inquired.

Ryan stared at him, completely tongue-tied. He breathed slowly, his grip on his thigh tightening. "What about the autopsy?" He asked, his voice quivering.

Old Master Lenort let out a soft breath. He responded, "Nothing could be found."

"That’s impossible, father." Ryan shook his head. "My wife was definitely murdered; I know it! She was perfectly healthy before we left for the ceremony. There is no way that she could have died just like that. We are not humans that could die from a heart attack."

Old Master Lenort nodded, agreeing with him. "You do have a point, boy, but there is nothing that can be done. The doctors have done their best, and there is nothing to be found."

"As much as I like to get to the bottom of it, you will have to accept that nothing can be found. This case will be closed. You should get ready for tomorrow."

Ryan’s knuckles turned paper white, and he breathed heavily, burning in nothing but anger. He stood up from the chair, and without saying another word to Old Master Lenort, he left the office, slamming the door shut behind him.

He stormed the hallway back to his quarter, seeming as though he could murder anyone who got in his way at that moment.