33 Risen#re - Chapter 345

“It’s only been a day and yet you can’t recognise me,” Lirian teased returning his voice to what it normally sounded like, he made sure to make it sound like he was hurt by her inability to tell that it was him.

Lady Liberia’s body shuddered as Lirian’s voice rung out in her ears and she turned around with alertness, only to see the figure of Bell, who was still happily eating her food it was like he didn’t even hear the voice.

Her eyes darted around the room as she looked for that familiar silver colour, yet despite pushing her senses to their maximum, she couldn’t see or hear anything other than her thumping heart and the sound of food being consumed.

For a second she thought that it was just in her head and decided to turn around and go to the owner of the inn to complain about the disrespectful and audacious waiter.

“I’m over here,” she heard the voice say once again, this time she spun so quickly, it created a draft in the room.

When she turned around she found that the waiter was looking at her with an amused smirk, and as their eyes met she felt that same intense vulnerability she felt when she spoke to the silver-haired man.

“You,” she said with her entire body trembling like the wind.

“Me,” Lirian confirmed using his real voice, an amused smile was splayed across his face as he looked at Lady Liberia.

“How is this possible?” she asked with her back involuntarily pressing against the door, she didn’t know when was the last time she felt so afraid, or if she ever felt so afraid in her life.

“You’re rightfully afraid, I suppose,” Lirian laughed lightly at her strong reaction, “Yesterday I was a silver-haired man, today I’m a waiter who is well known, I handled your food, and stood by your side for so long that I could have killed and butchered your body a hundred times over,”

“So who is to say who I might become tomorrow,” Lirian posed with an amused smirk, “You know I just met your niece and heir today, Anthea, she’d make a lovely target for tomorrow, I can’t say that I’ve never wondered what it would be like to possess a woman’s body,” Lirian teased and pressed his hands against his chest as he gestured about having large breasts.

Lady Liberia’s expression went dark as she heard what Lirian was suggesting, she wanted to believe that it was just an empty threat, but she didn’t dare to test Lirian, she couldn’t even understand how such an ability could exist.

To have the power to become someone else, that was a scary idea, it would turn someone into the ultimate assassin, if she knew that the ability gave Lirian all the memories and skills of someone she would probably have a heart attack.

Lady Liberia felt like she’d never be able to sleep in piece again, she’d be looking at her servants and family members as if they were assassins in disguise at all times.

Just the thought of Lirian’s ability was enough to drive her to the edge of insanity.

Lirian laughed lightly at the paranoia that was sinking into Lady Liberia, “Come now, I don’t intend to kill you if you behave yourself,” Lirian said and gestured for her to take the seat opposite him.

Lady Liberia was hesitant but after some time she calmed her nerves and calmly took her seat as Lirian poured two cups of steaming tea.

“I’m sure that Grant thought the same, but look at him now,” she replied but didn’t dare to take a sip of the tea.

“Grant’s death had a very powerful effect as I’m sure you can attest,” Lirian smiled without even caring to deny his hand in Lord Grant’s death, “That said I don’t know why you are so taken aback by it, his death is something that you wanted as well,” Lirian added.

Lirian blew on the steam in his cup and took another small sip as he enjoyed the flavour of the tea, “I simply acted faster, to get the result that I wanted to achieve,” Lirian explained with a smirk he knew with absolute certainty that Lady Liberia wanted to kill Lord Grant after she revealed the truth about her daughter.

That desire also extended to Lirian, but she didn’t know how she could go about killing him.

“I killed him because his death had its uses, and currently your death will have no positive effect on my plans, so truthfully your death would be a hindrance to my plans,” Lirian explained and at the same time, he outright admitted to his crime.

“Now drink,” Lirian said and offered her the tea once more, “You should know that not many have had the privilege to drink tea that I brewed myself, even my mother has to request me to make it for her,” Lirian said with a warm smile, yet it seemed like a threat to Liberia.

She was paying attention to every word Lirian said, and she particularly noted that he said her death would only be a ‘hindrance’, nothing more, it was then that she understood that she was speaking to a true demon, a devil, a monster.

The man before was someone who didn’t care at all about the lives of others, even those who were useful to him were merely treated as useful pawns and nothing more.

She no longer saw a snot-nosed noble, who thought himself to be everyone’s better because of his status, she was looking at a merciless general, who would commit every foul deed in the book if it meant his victory.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached for her cup, she didn’t want to drink but she sensed that the alternative would not be anything pretty.

As she pulled the cup to her lips she found herself incapable of keeping her hands steady, as her hand shook ripples spread through the surface of her tea, like rampant waves that showed her fear.

It didn’t help that Lirian was staring at her cup with an intensity that made it hard for her to believe that there wasn’t anything inside.

As she placed it to her lips and took a small sip a musical laugh brushed across her ears, and she looked at Lirian with shock and disbelief, she wondered how such a lovely sound could be made by such a monster.

“Relax, I didn’t do anything to the tea,” Lirian chuckled softly, he found her fear intoxicating to watch.

Lady Liberia placed the cup down with relief washing through her body, she was so tense that she didn’t even taste the tea, she simply gulped it down, and hoped that it would kill her.

As she felt nothing wrong with her body she picked up the cup and took another sip, and she was delighted by the flavour, she never knew that chamomile tea could be so refreshing.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I need you to keep doing as you’ve done so far, keep your fingers pointed at House Kurt, but steer as much blame as you can to House Maxim,” Lirian started to explain the next part of the plan in detail.