Astrid The Hybrid Princess - Chapter 303 Clive's Rage

CHAPTER 303

“Or did you fail miserably again with nothing to show for the days they were away?” Clive questioned and moved his head to the side to look at them where they stood, half bent in a bow.

Still no one spoke after what he just said. They were scared out of their wits and at a loss of words on how nicely to put the message to him.

“Have you lost your voices!” he bellowed at them.

Feeling a chill run through their spines, they knew they were dead meat as the aura around Clive suddenly changed.

It was Brad who took the initiative to speak first as the second in command.

“Master, they escaped with no sign or trace of them anywhere.” He lowered his gaze afterwards and waited for the outburst that was to come.

One!

Two!

Three!

But it never came. Only a burst of shriek laughter erupted from deep within Clive’s throat. “Hahaha haha…”

His laughter was bone-chilling, making those who heard it fear for their doom. Rather than stop, his laughing only progressed further, like a man who had gone mad from hearing certain painful news.

Both Damion and Brad raised their heads and looked at each other. That was definitely not the reaction they were expecting from him and so they got even more confused by the situation.

“Fools! Imbeciles!”

His words reverberated in the whole room making all of them tremble further.

“I give you a simple job and you just could not deliver. Only for you to come and give me your silly excuses. They escaped! Why wouldn’t they escape when I have idiots as guards? Tell me, Damion, what were the guards at the gate doing that people who have barely been in the village for a week could flee?”

Even though the question was directed at him, Damion knew better than to reply to that. He himself was not aware of their frivolous acts of taking turns in getting high until recently when he interrogated them one after the other.

How was he going to tell Clive that? Tell him that his men were not focused, it would be a disgrace on his part and the blame would fall on him.

Yes, he was to blame for not monitoring them well and instilling good discipline in them, but one could not blame them too much as none of them were soldiers, to begin with.

The situation warranted them to stay here and they needed to keep the village safe. In other to do that, they needed able-bodied men and he got them.

Some of them still had their old habits of drinking and smoking. It was hard for some to stop but the majority still continued.

He wanted more than anything to actually disappear from this place.

“Damion! Am I not talking to you?”

“Sir, my apologies for their indiscipline.” Damion quickly apologized and hope Clive would not ask further.

All his plans to get her had failed, so why was he blaming them.

This should only tell him that she was never meant to be his and he shud just let her go and the thought of ever finding her disappear.

“I want her. You have to find her.” Clive ordered again.

“But leader, they are far gone and we do not know to where. We cannot be searching blindly.” Brad voiced out his opinion.

“If you had done your jobs well, then she wouldn’t have left,” Clive complained.

‘If you had not been a dick and tried to rape her, then she wouldn’t have tried escaping in the first place.’ Brad voiced out in his mind.

He knew better than to say that to his hearing.

At that same moment, a knock came on the door, pulling everyone’s attention to it.

“Come in.”

From his invitation, the door pushed opened and a lady walked in. “Greetings, Master Clive.”

“Ah, Katrina. What can I do for you?”

At first, Brad and Damion pitied for whoever it was that came to disturb him when he was having a fowl mood but upon seeing his reaction and who it was, they had a change of mind.

Clive knew better than to yell at the lady. She was like the leader of the ladies in their small village. She had an influence on everyone and everybody obeyed her as she was seen as the mother figure.

They had expected Clive and her to end up together, but she called him a brute and did not agree to it. She was the only one who would speak and Clive would listen.

Right now, Brad and Damion were hoping she would be able to calm this big child down.

“I heard what happened.”

“Have you come to gloat?”

“No.” she paused and looked at the other two men who still had their head and gaze lowered. “I warned you to stay away from her bit you just would not listen to me.”

“If you are here to tell me I told you so, I do not want to listen to it.”

“I am not here to tell you that. I am only here to tell you to stop chasing after her. It is a lost cause already. The girl is long gone by now.”

“Karina.”

“Even though you do not want to hear it, I would still say it. You are not an island that cannot be moved. You are no match for her lover, Jareth and she would never love you or look at you in such a way as she does the elf after what you attempted to do.”

“Katrina.”

Brad and Damion could not believe their ears. Was she here to help calm him down or was she adding more pepper to the injury?

How could she tell a man with so much ego and pride all of that? Couldn’t she see that his breathing hitched and his anger was rising like a boiling rock?