Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 236: Chapter Two Hundred And Thirty Five

Damon opened his mouth. His jaw felt very stiff. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to find the right words to express his deep shame.

"Camilla," Damon spoke. His deep voice was low, rough, and stripped of all its usual military pride. He sounded regretful. "I am..."

He did not get the chance to finish his sentence.

Camilla raised her hand sharply, cutting him off. Her eyes was cold and flat. She glared at him.

"Stop," Camilla interrupted him loudly. Her voice was sharp and hard.

She took a step closer to him, pointing a firm, shaking finger at his chest.

"You ruined my day," Camilla stated angrily, listing his terrible actions clearly for him to hear. "I was having a perfectly good, peaceful afternoon working on my business. And you completely ruined it with your crazy, violent entrance."

She pointed her finger toward her younger brother-in-law, who was watching them.

"You assaulted my business partner," Camilla continued, her voice rising in pitch. "You grabbed your own cousin by the throat! You nearly choked him to death right in front of my eyes over a foolish, imaginary thought!"

Camilla dropped her hand. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, glaring up at him.

"And worst of all," Camilla added, her voice dropping into a deadly, freezing tone. "You indirectly accused me of infidelity. You accused me of cheating on you in broad daylight. You thought I was a dirty, shameless woman hiding a lover in a public store."

She stared into his guilty eyes.

"And after doing all of that," Camilla demanded fiercely, "you think a simple ’sorry’ will clear it all up? You think one single word will make me forget that you just acted like a insane monster?"

Damon was quiet.

He stood there, absorbing every single one of her angry, true words. He looked down at the floorboards. He did not know what to say.

There was absolutely nothing he could say to defend himself. She was right. He had acted like a monster. His apology was useless right now.

He felt a profound sense of failure. He had promised himself he would protect her, and instead, he had just terrified her and insulted her honor.

Camilla uncrossed her arms. She raised her right hand and pointed toward the front doors of the fabric store.

"Please leave, My Lord," Camilla commanded firmly. Her voice was flat and empty of any emotion. It was a strict dismissal.

Damon looked at her pointing finger. He looked at her cold face.

He knew she did not want him there. He knew his presence was only making the situation worse.

Damon nodded his head very slowly. He accepted his punishment.

He turned his broad body around. He did not look back. He hung his head down, completely defeated, and began to walk toward the exit. His leather boots made slow, quiet thuds against the wooden floor.

He walked out of the store and stepped onto the muddy street of the lower city.

Inside the store, the moment Damon walked out, Camilla let out a very long, heavy sigh. She dropped her pointing hand. Her angry posture relaxed slightly.

She turned around immediately and hurried over to the large table.

She went to Allen.

"Allen," Camilla asked softly, her voice returning to its normal, gentle tone. "Are you alright? Do you need some water?"

Allen kept rubbing his bruised, red neck. He coughed twice and nodded his head weakly.

"I am fine, sister-in-law," Allen rasped, his voice sounding very dry and scratchy. He looked toward the front doors with wide, terrified eyes. "I just... I didn’t know the General could be that scary. I thought I was going to die."

Camilla gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"I am so sorry about that," Camilla apologized sincerely. "Sit here and rest. I will get you something to drink."

Damon stood near the edge of the busy street. He kept his head bowed slightly, his mind filled with regret.

Kade followed closely behind him. Kade stepped out of the store and stopped a few feet away from his commander. Kade did not say a word. He knew the General was in a very dark mood. Kade simply waited for orders.

They walked slowly toward where their two horses were tied to a wooden post.

Damon reached out his hand and grabbed the leather reins of his horse. He untied the knot smoothly.

He lifted his left foot and placed his boot into the metal stirrup. He grabbed the front of the leather saddle, preparing to pull his body up onto the horse.

Suddenly, He froze.

He did not pull himself up. He stopped moving. His boot remained resting in the metal stirrup. His hand gripped the saddle very tightly.

Damon’s instincts flared to life instantly. The small, fine hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight. A cold, sharp prickle of warning ran directly down his spine.

He felt a very distinct, undeniable sensation.

He had the strong feeling of being watched.

It was not the normal, casual stare of the poor commoners walking past him on the muddy street. It was a very specific focused, intentional stare. It was the stare of a spy observing a target.

Damon thought to himself, his mind instantly snapping out of his sad, guilty mood.

"Someone is watching me," Damon concluded internally. His eyes narrowed sharply.

He slowly lowered his left foot back down to the muddy ground. He turned his head casually, trying not to make any sudden, suspicious movements.

He looked around the crowded street. He scanned the broken wooden windows of the old buildings above them. He looked into the dark, narrow alleyways located between the cheap taverns and the bread shops.

He saw beggars sitting in the mud. He saw merchants pushing heavy wooden carts. He saw children running and playing.

But he couldn’t find anyone looking at him. He couldn’t find the spy.

Damon tightened his jaw. He knew his instincts never lie. He had survived years of brutal warfare and countless assassination attempts simply because he always trusted his gut feeling. If he felt he was being watched, then someone was definitely hiding in the shadows, taking notes on his every move.

Damon slowly let go of his leather saddle. He turned his broad body around.

He looked at Kade.

Kade saw the sudden change in the General’s posture. Kade saw the cold, serious, deadly look returning to Damon’s eyes. Kade immediately stood up straight, resting his hand near the hilt of his own steel sword.

Damon took one step closer to his aide. He spoke in a very low, quiet whisper so no one else on the street could hear him.

"Kade," Damon commanded softly.

"Yes, General?" Kade whispered back, his face serious.

"Someone is spying on us right now," Damon informed his aide coldly. "Someone knew exactly where my wife was today. They sent that anonymous letter to the camp to ruin my mind."

Damon’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.

"Find who sent that letter," Damon ordered strictly. "Search the alleys. Search the couriers. Hunt them down. I need answers as soon as possible."

Kade nodded his head sharply. He understood the extreme severity of the situation. Someone was actively tracking the General’s family.

"Yes, General," Kade replied firmly. "I will deploy my hidden men immediately."

Damon turned back to his horse. He pulled himself smoothly up into the saddle. Kade mounted his brown horse right beside him.

They cracked their reins. The two horses turned around and trotted down the muddy street, leaving the lower city behind. They rode in tense silence all the way back to the dusty military camp.

A few hours later, the hot afternoon sun began to lower in the sky over the Benson military camp.

The large dirt training arena was filled with young, sweating men in grey uniforms.

Damon stood in the center of the ring. He was addressing the new recruits. He was using the loud, demanding physical training to burn off his shame and his lingering anger. He shouted orders, correcting their clumsy footwork and adjusting their sword grips. He looked focused on his military duties.

As the sun began to set, Kade walked quietly onto the edge of the dirt arena.

Kade waited patiently until Damon finished demonstrating a sword strike to a young recruit.

When Damon lowered his wooden practice sword, Kade stepped forward quickly.

Kade leaned in close to Damon’s side. He whispered softly so the surrounding recruits could not hear the secret report.

"My Lord," Kade whispered, his face looking very satisfied and serious. "We have found the one responsible for the letter."