The General's Wife Wants to Leave
Chapter 89: A bad choice of answer

Chapter 89: A bad choice of answer

"It is bad to eavesdrop on the private affairs of a married couple. Don’t you know that?" Canillas asked the uninvited guest he found once he opened the window of the room where he and his wife were dwelling in the Powel Orphanage.

The guest was straddled by him as he fell to the ground after being hit by the suddenly opened window. Canillas then punched him hard on the face, causing the guest to let out a heavy groan in pain.

Squeezing the eavesdropper’s neck but not to the point of suffocating that would kill him, Canillas reached for the dagger, whose sheath was strapped to his calf, and threw it across the dark backyard, which was naturally bathed by the moonlight. And soon, another sound of groaning and pain was heard.

As the other uninvited guest got stabbed by the dagger he threw, Canillas blew air into his fingers to make a single whistling sound as a signal to his comrades. After the signal was sent, he gave another blow with his fist, which was harder compared to the previous one, to the man who was straddled and struggling to free himself beneath him, causing him to lose his consciousness.

Not letting the eavesdropper go, although he had lost his consciousness, Canillas dragged him by the collar as he wanted to make the eavesdropper be away from Joanna’s room. He pulled the unconscious man with him, creating two lines on the ground from the dragged feet, as he made his way toward the other intruder that was conquered by his dagger.

Canillas walked at a solemn pace, approaching the intruder, who made an attempt to run away by climbing up the wall, which seemed to be the entrance to how they became the uninvited guests to eavesdrop on the conversation between him and his wife.

And what made him despise them more was that they might try to eye his wife. But to no avail, as one of the intruders ended up dragging one of his wounded legs on the soiled ground, unable to return to where he came.

If Joanna had watched the current scene, she might not have recognized the man who mostly showed his tender and mischievous side to her, as his face was now completely void of kindness and his eyes darkened with a glint of wrath, more daunting compared to when he warned her in the forest.

As proof that he currently showed the dark, daunting side of him, which was not a new face to be seen by his troops and comrades, especially when he was fighting on the battlefield, the intruder desperately tried to reach the wall. Limping, he dragged his wounded, bleeding thigh, which was pierced by the sharp dagger.

Blood flowed down from the wound and dripped on the ground, following where the wounded person dragged his leg to distance himself from the approaching man, who got closer and closer with his unconscious colleague on one hand and his sword on the other hand.

Trying to fight when he felt that he was unable to escape with his condition, the intruder turned around and pulled out the dagger that rested on his thigh. Letting out a muffled grunt sound, he threw the dagger to Canillas, but he managed to avoid it by deflecting it with his sword, which was still kept in the sheath.

Adding to the pace of his steps, Canillas kicked the chest of the wounded man, whose stature was more robust than the one in his hand but seemed to be weak, as he fell flat on his bottom on the ground once the kick was inflicted on him.

"Bad idea to give the dagger back to me," Canillas hummed, looking at the bleeding oozing more profusely as the wound was not stemmed anymore. "There is no use to fight. Who did send you here?" Canillas asked, standing majestically in front of the wounded intruder.

Finding him sealing his lips, Canillas released his grip on the collar of the collapsed intruder, which caused him to fall motionless on the ground, and stepped on the chest of the wounded intruder, who glared at him.

He was not worried if the unconscious man would awaken from the punch he inflicted on him. Based on the experience he gained from torturing uncountable hostages, when he demanded they reveal the information he sought, he would at least awaken from unconsciousness about an hour later. But still, leaving him unattended was not a good choice for the sake of safety of his wife.

Pulling his sword out of the sheath, Canillas pointed it at the wounded man’s neck. "Speak!" He demanded, but it only resulted in silence.

"We got a brave one here, didn’t we?" One corner of Canillas’ lips lifted. Tilting his head, he pushed the tip of the blade slightly on the young man’s neck, to the point where the skin was slightly cut. The man clenched his teeth as a response.

A blink of an eye later, Canillas lifted his foot that stepped on the chest of the brave wounded man as it was used to kick the hand that tried to stab his calf with a knife that the man hid.

As the knife released and fell to the ground from the impact of the hard kick, Canillas kicked the knife so it would be out of the man’s reach before stepping on his palm.

Pressing the palm with his bare foot, as if wanting to crush it, Canillas clenched his teeth and uttered, "I said there was no use to fight." His voice was deep and heavy as he pronounced every word slowly, trying to warn the man, who was now whimpering as a response to the pain that screamed in all of his injured limbs.

Bringing his foot back to step on the chest of the whimpering man, Canillas fixed the position of the tip of his sword at the man’s neck.

"What do you want from her?" Canillas asked straight to the point.

He was sure that these intruders were the Tres. Their appearances made it clear. From the eye color and skin color to the hair color and shape, it was enough to tell who they were.

Still receiving no answer as the man, who was lying on the cold, dusty ground with a foot pressed on his chest, only looked up at him without the slightest of fear despite the pain that struck him, Canillas had his lips quirked up, not hesitating to make the intruder receive the tip of his sword piercing deeper this time.

"Body," the intruder answered. A smirk appeared on his face, adding to his smug, provoking look. He did not look afraid at all, different from the way he looked a few moments ago when he tried to get away from the General desperately.

With the answer spoken out, instead of showing the rage inside him when he heard the single word coming out of the young Tres’ filthy mouth, Canillas responded with a chuckle.

He knew what the purpose of the man beneath him was when he gave that answer to him. It might be true that they might want it from her, but the other part that was certain was that he provoked him because he wanted him to end his life.

But Canillas would not let that happen. Apart from the fact that they could be the key to the mystery of the kidnapped women, this filthy man had made a bad choice of answer, and he would not let him die so easily.