He/Heroine And My Villainess - Chapter 236

HE/HEROINE AND MY VILLAINESS

(MIND OVER HEART)

They all then ride back home. All of them charge themselves to be ready and they all then ride away at high speed. The hood on their cloak was uncovered, making the wind touch their faces and give a cold sensation. But all of them seem to be unbothered. They all seemed immune to the coldness of the night that brought.

They continue riding with the wind. Their attention is fully focused on the road and surroundings. They didn’t put their focus anywhere else. All of them are thinking the same. They need to get back to the tent fast and cure the person who has been injured before the sun awakens.

Troy, June and Mike couldn’t ask what kind of problem they would face if the person who was conscious but in deep sleep had not been cured today, but saw her solemn reaction and deep gloomy reaction. The two of them can sense that it will not be simple.

That it would be something they could not handle as a normal person who does not hold a higher position and power. They could not help but feel shivered and anxious. So they focus all their thoughts and attention only on the flower and the cure it can bring to all of them.

After ten minutes of riding, they finally got back. Sir Arnold saw them already arrived and went inside the tent to tell Mr. Mong that they had arrived. When he arrived inside, he saw him checking Kayla’s condition and pulse. He called out to him and Mr. Mong then turned around to look at who was calling him. Sir Arnold went to his side and told him that Alda and the others had already arrived. Mr. Mong and Sir Arnold then went out to the tent to face the three people who arrived with the flowers.

Jin and Clark went over to them. They help them by tying their horses to the tree, while their two younger brothers and Alda stride over to their elder brother and Mr. Mong, carrying a medium-sized traveling bag that has a flower in it.

“Did you guys manage to find it?” Mr. Mong asked. Troy, June and Mike nod while Alda lends the medium-sized traveling bag to Sir Arnold.

“The flower is inside. Please do it at the right time. I need her to wake up or else we are all going to face consequences,” Alda replied, and all of them nodded. They didn’t ask what kind of consequences it would have because they already knew that it would be heavy and unforgettable based on Alda’s heavy expression. Mr. Mong can’t help but feel attached to Alda’s feelings. He sighed, while he patted her shoulder and said.

“Don’t worry, Lady Cathlen. I will do everything I can to help, ”

Alda gave out a bitter smile and nodded at him in reply. All of them then went back inside the tent and prepared the needed materials to make a herbal medicine. Mr. Mong made Alda rest and not do anything.

So Alda just sat on the bed beside Kayla and kept observing her condition. She couldn’t help but hold her right hand and close her eyes. As she prays for her to be all right and wake up once she takes the herbal medicine that Mr. Mong is currently making.

Troy and the others went on helping Mr. Mong. They all also prayed that the herbal medicine that they were going to make right now would work. The room inside becomes quiet. No one talks as they all work.

The only sound you will hear is the sound of the metal materials, the water that is making a bubbling sound inside the caldron, the steps of all the people that are running errands to help each other with the different tasks that have been given, and the sound of the cold wind that keeps passing through their area.

Alda opened her eyes once more and looked straight at Kayla’s sleeping figure. She sighed and let go of Kayla’s hands. She then stood up from the bed and walked over to the wooden chair beside the bed.

She sat on it and watched all of the people inside the tent busy creating the herbal. She didn’t notice her eyes were slowly feeling tired and it brought her into a slumber. Alda accidentally dozed off while she sat on the wooden chair and everyone saw her. They all can’t help but think the same thing.

‘She must have been exhausted from all this,’ they all sigh, and Sir Arnold instructs Clark to put a blanket on her so she won’t feel cold. Clark didn’t waste time and immediately did what his brother asked him to do. When he was done with his task, he then went back to his brother’s side and they all continued doing what they were doing.

While everyone is busy in their own world, Alda is also drowned in her own world inside the dream. She saw Yerre standing alone at the only light inside the dark place. Her facial features are Vendia, but in Alda’s heart she knows that inside that body is Yerre’s soul. She could feel it. She stared at Yerre and saw that her eyes seemed to be searching for something while she looked at the distant.

It’s like she is waiting and looking for someone and her hands are entwined. It’s like she is excited about something or seeing someone. This made Alda think that maybe she was searching for her. So she called out to her but she didn’t turn around.

It was like Yerre didn’t hear her. She called out to her again, but Yerre still didn’t turn around and look at her. She wants to go to her and embrace her, but her feet won’t move.

It’s almost like someone is holding onto his feet tight like glue, making her not move an inch from her position and place. She looked down and saw her hands. Alda was shocked. The hands are bound to the ground and the position almost looks like it wants to pull Alda down to the ground.

Her body flinches from surprise, but she is not scared. In fact, she was annoyed. Because of this hand, he can’t move. Because of this hand, she can’t go see her girlfriend and embrace her. Who would not feel annoyed?

She tried to fight the hand that was holding her feet down to the ground, but still had no luck, and this made her feel angry.

“What the fuck do you want?” She shouted in anger. Her voice was so loud and so fierce that it made people shiver in fear. But the hands didn’t reply.

They continued pinning her feet down to the ground and this made her rage. She searched for something beside her waist and noticed that the sword she had put on her waist had disappeared. She can’t help but click her tongue in a rage.

She looked down at her hand with a rage expression for three seconds, then averted her gaze upon hearing a familiar manly voice from the distance, calling out Yerre’s name.

“Yerre!”

She looked at the front and saw that the dark room had become a land of paradise that was full of violet flowers. It’s not dark anymore. Above them is a clear blue sky, and those flowers produce a lavender scent that Alda always smells on Yerre’s body when they embrace each other.

She looked at Yerre to see who was calling her name and saw that it was the Prince, the man she didn’t hate but didn’t like. He kept running with a smile full of happiness and then embraced Yerre in his arms tightly. He then put his head on Yerre’s shoulder and sniffed the scented smell on Yerre’s body, just like what Alda does to her every time they embrace each other.

This made Alda’s blood boil and she felt more angry. She gritted her teeth and formed her hand into a fist. Her eyes were filled with killing instinct. Her facial expression showed territorial and possessiveness. She was so ready to punch and kill the prince. Her mind is in a killing position. She can’t seem to think straight now. Her vision turned dark and she was already out of her comfort. She seems to have awakened the wild personality she has kept inside for decades now. A personality she does not want Yerre to know and see. A personality who is not afraid to kill with no hesitation.

“You bastard! LET GO OF HER! Let go of my girlfriend! ” Her shout is like an angry lion who is thirst for kill and battle. Her eyes showed no mercy. It was like she had become a completely different person. She tried to move once again, but she still could not let go of the hands holding her feet like glue. This made her senses fully enter the island of blood lust. She stared at her hands with a grim expression and said.

“Let go,” her voice was gentle, but the threat of her eyes couldn’t be hidden and the tone that screamed for death still lingered.

To be continued.