Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 230: Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Nine

Kade sighed softly. This investigation was proving to be very difficult.

"My people are still looking into it, My Lord," Kade replied, looking slightly apologetic. "The records from that time are either missing or destroyed. They are going as far as asking the older locals and retired soldiers who lived near the border during the old General’s time. It is a very slow process, but we will find answers."

Damon nodded slowly. He understood that uncovering a decades-old murder plot took time.

The military reports were officially over. The tent fell into a heavy, quiet silence.

Damon stared down at his own hands resting on the desk.

The military matters were handled. Now, his mind violently dragged him back to his personal nightmare. His heart began to beat a little bit faster. His chest felt incredibly tight. He felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck.

Damon swallowed hard. He forced his dry throat to work. He summoned every single ounce of courage he possessed in his entire body.

Damon slowly raised his head. He looked at Kade.

Damon asked the question. His deep voice sounded strained, rough, and slightly shaking with barely suppressed emotion.

"What about..." Damon paused, struggling to even speak the hated name out loud. His jaw clenched tightly. He forced the word out. "...Winston?"

Kade stood still. He opened his mouth to answer. He had actually spent days turning the capital city upside down looking for a man with that name.

But before Kade could speak a single syllable, a loud, sudden commotion erupted just outside the command tent.

Heavy boots ran fast across the dirt.

The canvas flap of the tent was violently pushed open.

A young, armored military guard burst into the tent. The guard was panting heavily, completely out of breath. He looked nervous. He knew he was breaking strict military protocol by interrupting a private meeting between the General and his aide.

The guard quickly went down on one knee in the dirt, bowing his head deeply.

"General," the guard gasped out, his voice shaking with fear. "Sorry for the intrusion."

Damon’s eyes instantly flashed with irritation. He hated being interrupted, especially when it is something important.

"Speak," Damon growled. His voice was a low, terrifying warning.

The kneeling guard swallowed hard. He reached into his metal breastplate and pulled out a small, sealed paper envelope.

"A letter came in just now, delivered by a fast street boy," the guard explained rapidly, holding the letter out with a shaking hand. "It was marked highly urgent. The boy said... he said it is about your wife, Lady Camilla."

Damon froze in his chair.

The irritation vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden surge of adrenaline.

He did not wait for Kade to take the letter. Damon stood up from his chair so fast that the chair scraped loudly backward against the floor.

Damon marched around the desk. He snatched the letter directly out of the kneeling guard’s trembling hand.

Damon stared at the plain white envelope. There was no royal seal. There was no family crest. It was blank on the outside.

His fingers dug into the paper. With a harsh, violent, tearing motion, Damon ripped the envelope open. He did not care about neatness. He pulled out the single piece of paper hidden inside.

He unfolded the paper. He read the words written in messy, hurried black ink.

It was an anonymous letter. The writer did not sign a name. The message was very short, very clear, and absolutely devastating.

Your wife, Lady Camilla, is currently having a secret rendezvous with another man. If you wish to see the truth with your own eyes, go to this address in the lower city immediately.

Below the message, an exact street address was written clearly in bold black ink.

Damon stopped breathing.

His dark brown eyes stared at the black ink. He read the words secret rendezvous. He read the words another man.

His mind instantly, violently connected the anonymous letter to the scene he had witnessed last night. She had received a letter at the mansion. She had hugged it to her chest, smiling with love. She was meeting him today.

"Winston," Damon’s mind roared with mind-shattering, blinding fury. "She is with Winston right now."

Damon’s vision literally turned a dark, bloody shade of red. The rational, calculating, military commander completely died in that exact second.

Damon’s right hand closed tightly around the paper letter.

He crushed the paper. He squeezed his fist so incredibly hard that his knuckles turned white, and the thick paper crumpled into a tight, tiny, ruined ball hidden inside his palm.

The air inside the command tent instantly dropped twenty degrees. It felt as if a freezing, deadly winter storm had just blown into the room. A suffocating, terrifying aura of murderous rage rolled off Damon’s body in waves.

Standing a few feet away, Kade stopped breathing.

Kade stared at the General’s face. Damon’s jaw was locked so tightly that the muscles in his neck were popping out. His eyes were black, empty of any human emotion, filled only with the promise of brutal slaughter.

Kade felt a cold sweat break out instantly across his forehead. He swallowed a lump in his throat.

Gulp.

Kade had served Damon for many years. He had seen the General angry before. He had seen the General order executions. But it had been a very, very long time since he had seen Damon look this incredibly, violently angry.

This was the look of a man who was about to tear a human body into tiny, bloody pieces with his bare hands.

The guard kneeling on the floor began to sweat profusely inside his metal armor. He trembled violently, pressing his head as close to the dirt as possible, praying the General would not take his rage out on him.

Damon stood still for five long, terrifying seconds. The silence in the tent was absolutely deafening.

Then, Damon finally spoke.

His deep voice dropped into a low quiet deadly whisper that sent terror straight into the bones of the two men listening.

"Ready my horse," Damon commanded.