TEWRIT 64

Episode 64

Eliano trembled at her father’s furious words, but Rosana Duke could not touch her—Howard’s knights blocked his way. His face was red with rage, yet helpless. Eliano felt ashamed to have such a father, but she forced herself to speak coldly:

“Father, just like your beard, I am cut from the Rosana house. Leave now. Stop this disgraceful display if you want to spare yourself more shame.”

“You wretched girl!!” the Duke roared. “These northern scoundrels! Touching anyone of mine!”

His eyes had murder in them. He tried to push through the Howard knights, but they stood firm. When his Rosana knights attempted to enforce his will, Howard’s men drew their swords.

“What are you waiting for? Smash these upstarts and drag that dirty girl back!”

Howard’s men exchanged stunned glances—no one expected the Duke to unleash such violence. Eliano’s cheeks flushed, but she held her ground.

She whispered to a nearby knight, who looked shocked. With a nod, he followed her silent command.

The Rosana Knight Commander pleaded:

“Lady Eliano, he is your father!”

Eliano responded softly, her voice fierce:

“Sir David, he remains only because he is my father. He does this shameless act to disgrace the Howard house. It embarrasses me—I cannot hold my head high. It seems he intends to bar my future.”

The commander frowned.

“Is it not your duty to calm your father and lead him away? His mind is lost over a beard—best he stays hidden until it grows. They say his soul lives in that beard.”

Eliano smiled gently.

Suddenly, another knight pulled a tuft from the Duke’s beard—it came out by the roots, causing him a cry of pain and shame. His once-proud whiskers now hung in ragged patches.

Unable to bear it, Rosana Duke clutched his neck and collapsed. His knights cried out, rushing to his side.

Eliano smirked and said,

“Sir David—bring him to me. He’s too delicate… I’ll fetch his whiskey.”

Two burly servants lifted him like baggage and carried him outside.

Oliver raised the megaphone:

“Let this be your warning: Anyone who defames Howard again will lose their head—just like your beard!”

He sealed the gates behind them.

Meanwhile, in the palace, Heriath slammed papers in anger.

“When will that harpy stop? And why does she have a magic megaphone so near the palace?!”

Flint, unreadable, continued reviewing documents. He was unfazed—until another voice echoed:

“Father… I’m happy here with my husband. Flint did not kidnap me.”

The papers flew; ink splashed. Heriath gaped.

Eliano’s voice rang again:

“I love Flint. We under the stars… how can you ask me to give him up?”

Heriath’s eyes went wide; she stumbled back.

“Could she be… pregnant?! A scandal?” Heriath whispered fearfully.

Flint jumped up, face burning with rage—then suddenly sat, furious.

Heriath burst into laughter:

“By Jove, that confession was bold! The Emperor can’t argue with that!”

She added with delight:

“Who would dare call you a rapist now? It sounds consensual.”

Flint heard only Eliano’s voice:

“Why don’t you respect me, Father… I’m so sad.”

Her clear words echoed in his mind until—

“Faaaather! Noooo!”

Eliano screamed into the megaphone. Her sharp, high cry startled everybody.

Flint froze—and without a word, bolted from the palace.

“Flint? Flint—” Heriath called in shock. But no response.

His ears and neck glowed bright crimson.