The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride - Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Enjoying the night (2)
“Your father’s residence appears to be vacant. The man I passed said it looked like the family here had packed up and left,” Reed informed Edgar. “Should we find him for you?”

“No, we depart,” Edgar replied.

Edgar leaned back in his seat.

For once, his father had listened to him.

“Good for Edmund. You shouldn’t kill one of the wise men of the kingdom. There are so few around.”

Edgar frowned. He tried not to acknowledge the man who ran and got inside his carriage. Only his children were to be the ones so eager to see him.

“You haven’t looked at me since I got in the carriage and sat down. Just because you don’t look at me doesn’t mean I am not here, Edgar. Look at me,” Tobias said, poking Edgar’s cheek.

Edgar grabbed Tobias’s hand and bent it, earning a squeaky noise exiting Tobias’s mouth. “What are you doing here? You should be in the palace.”

Tobias pointed at his hand, desperately wanting Edgar to let go. “I’m not the king anymore. I don’t have to be in the palace all the time.”

“Could you let go of my hand? Hazel adores my fingers so- Thank you,” Tobias said, pulling his hand back. “Why must you be so violent? Don’t get angry with me because you couldn’t kill your father.”

When Tobias entered the carriage, he was surprised to hear that the reason for the trip was to go to Edmund’s home to kill him and his wife.

“Why are you choosing the day I had to put my mother to rest to kill your father? Haven’t enough parents died for the day? I wanted to have a drink, but Rafael doesn’t drink, and you slipped out of the palace,” said Tobias.

“Rafael should have come along with us, but that bastard has been glued to his wife from the moment she arrived. Well, he is watching over her when she’s in the dungeon. That woman scares me,” Tobias mumbled. “Do something nice for me. My mother died.”

Edgar only wanted to fling Tobias back to the palace, but there was one place he could go to satisfy Tobias.

“Reed, take us to the church,” said Edgar.

“Church?” Tobias’s shoulders drop. “I thought we would go have a drink.”

“Not unless you want it to spread by morning, that the former king was out drinking at night. You’re more foolish when you drink, so I prefer not to have to watch over you tonight. Drink when you return to the palace,” Edgar said, closing his eyes since the matter was dealt with.

“I want to hit Edmund for not scolding you when you were little,” Tobias mumbled.

Still, Tobias had to agree that it was best he did not drink. There was no telling what he would do if he had too much to drink.

At the moment, Edgar’s company was enough to satisfy him.

Tobias looked out the carriage window, enjoying the scenery and the mere fact that he got to venture out of the palace. There wouldn’t be anyone looking for him to pull him back to his duties.

The longer the ride became, the more Tobias became concerned.

“Edgar, I’ve been to the church before and never been on a ride this long. Where are you taking me?” Tobias asked, worried he might be the one to die.

“I’m taking you to a church,” Edgar answered.

“We have a perfectly good church in town. I spent years ensuring that the church was in good order, so why must we go to another?” Tobias asked, placing his hand on the door.

Tobias didn’t get his answer, but he was going to find it when the carriage stopped.

Tobias exited the carriage in an unfamiliar part of town that he had never visited before. There was a church, but why was this church any different from the one closer to their homes?

Edgar walked inside the church, searching for the man he had not troubled in a moment.

When Edgar heard the sound of someone crying, he knew that he had found Peter.

“Just kill me,” Peter said, dropping to his knees. “What I did isn’t worth these surprise visits from you.”

Peter clasped his hands to pray and prepare for a sword to come his way.

Peter regretted it every day that he had tried to steal from Edgar. It wasn’t worth the lifetime of torture Edgar inflicted upon him. He would have preferred for Edgar to have cut off his hand so they would not have to see each other.

“Who is this? Oh,” Tobias said, looking over Edgar’s shoulder. “Is this the priest you speak of? He looks ill.”

“I am stressed!” Peter exclaimed.

“Then pray, Peter. Pray and relieve yourself of your stress. Why do you make life so difficult?” Edgar asked as he moved to sit down on a bench.

Peter glared at Edgar.

It wasn’t befitting of a priest to pray for a man to drop dead. Even if that man was the devil himself.

Tobias looked down upon the man he had heard so much about. The man who had a colourful life before he gave his life to the church.

Peter turned to the man who wouldn’t stop staring at him and was about to speak his mind, but fortunately, he realised something fast.

“K-King Tobias?” Peter stuttered.

“I’m not the king anymore,” Tobias answered. “It is my son.”

Peter leaned forward, his upper body and hands lying on the floor. “Your Majesty.”

Edgar gazed at the pathetic sight. “You’ve never greeted me in this manner when I have been kind enough to visit you for years.”

“I don’t want you to visit me,” Peter snapped.

“You weren’t a king, Edgar. Don’t be jealous of the greeting I get. Rise,” Tobias commanded Peter. “We need prayer.”

“That one can’t be saved,” Peter pointed at Edgar. “I’ve tried it in secret, and my prayers don’t work.”

“I don’t want a thief praying for me,” said Edgar.

“I’ve changed my life around. When will you accept it?” Peter yelled, but instantly regretted it. “Oh,” he covered his mouth. He was mindful of the other priests around.

“I see why Edgar likes you so much. You’re easy to rile up. The secret to making Edgar lose interest in you is to not excite him with your reactions, but you can’t do that,” Tobias said, pitying the poor priest.

“No, he can’t,” said Edgar.

Peter’s mouth fell open. He always thought that Edgar enjoyed seeing him stressed, but he didn’t expect that was the true reason Edgar kept coming around.

“Am I a toy for you to use when you are bored?” Peter questioned Edgar.

“Yes.”

The simple answer made Peter lose what strength he had.