As it was now, Nelson had been unable to make Violet his woman in the cave. Clara's appearance was nothing less than a wrench in their carefully orchestrated plan.
Before Clara could unleash her fury with her fists that contained the power to level the hill, Nelson came back to his senses and chose the only path to survival he could think of.
He ran.
He ran with all his might because his life depended on it. Unlike Jack, Nelson was neither good at magic nor was he very good in terms of agility. As a rich heir to the Hunter family, he had lived a very pampered life and had never felt the need to improve his personal ability. Therefore, he wasn't much different from a privileged commoner who had been protected from all kinds of dangers by an entourage of mages and warriors.
As such, Clara didn't take more than three seconds to catch up to him even after he had a head start of five seconds. She basically vanished from her spot and appeared right behind Nelson who was busily trying to escape his death.
Her clutches tore off a chunk of his shirt and threw him off balance instantly. Nelson stumbled on his own feet and fell down with a heavy thud, hitting his face on the ground first. There was terror in his eyes as if he could already see the grim reaper sharpening his scythe above him.
Clara couldn't keep her anger in check and kicked him right in his solar plexus, leaving him completely breathless. His body flew off for a few meters, rolled around for a bit and only then came to a stop.
Nelson's precious and noble clothing was all but ruined at this point. It was not only dirtied but also covered in blood that Nelson had spat out when Clara kicked him in the chest with all her fury.
Nelson couldn't stop coughing after being kicked. There was a sharp pain in his chest that was piercing his body from the inside. In fact, the kick earlier had shattered several of his ribs and one of them was currently positioned in such a manner that it was threatening to pierce through his lungs.
He was having difficulty breathing and he could feel his death approaching with the face of Clara. He grimaced in pain as he clutched his chest with both hands. Fear overtook all his impulses as he looked towards Clara pleadingly who was approaching him in a menacing manner.
"I didn't d-do anything. It was all…all my father's doing. I was h-here to save Vio…Violet. You can ask her if you d-don't believe me." Nelson could barely utter the words he wanted to say over the unimaginable pain that he was suffering from for the first time in his life.
Nelson was looking for an opportunity to escape the monstrous Clara. He was already aware of the terrifying strength that she possessed and had no intention of suffering another demonstration like that previous kick. He could only do his best to buy some time and appeal to her fluctuating emotions to make an opportunity for himself. Otherwise, if Clara witnessed the state in which he had left Violet, there was no doubt that she would kill him.
As such, pleading and acting pitiful was the only way he could buy time for himself.
Clara on the other hand was consumed with worry about her sister. There was no way that she would believe that the lecherous who had been coveting her sister for such a long time was truly as innocent as he was acting to be. It was a surety that he was involved with his father in the entire scheme. Both of them were snakes of the highest cunning after all.
"Do you think I am a fool who would listen to your bullshit excuses? You have been lusting after my sister for so long. Don't I know what kind of worm you are? I wouldn't spare you even if you were the new chosen saint of god."
Clara was too far gone in her anger as she kicked Nelson who was already curled up into a ball in anticipation of another kick from her. The kick from Clara was nothing short of the attack from a ballista. Nelson was launched into the air like a kite with a broken string and fell several meters away from his initial position.
The anger bubbling inside Clara didn't cool down even after the second kick. She wanted nothing less than to kick him lifeless and his pleading for mercy only invited her wrath to rain down on him with increased intensity.
"Pl-please…I ca…I can tell you where she is? If you don't stop, you will never be able to find her without my help." Nelson was always proud of his schemes and didn't even stop to think whether the opposite party was capable of rational thought or not. He believed that other than him, everyone else was just dumb. His confidence also peaked at this time. Even his words were relatively easier to understand this time as he was not fumbling for words or pleading for mercy. His words carried a hint of threat that was barely concealed behind his humble and sincere expression.
Unfortunately for him, Clara didn't need his help to find her sister. She already knew where she was being kept. Unconvinced by his act she was about to launch him into the air with another kick but her foot came to halt mid air as soon as Nelson began to speak again.
"It seems that you don't want to see your father again. As long as I don't return to the Hunter family, you might as well forget about getting your father back in one piece. My father would kill him to accompany me in the afterlife as long as he received the news of my demise." Nelson's tone was no longer pleading or humble. His tone was threatening and his words suggestive like the whispers of the devil tempting Clara to act on his will.
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