Tangled By Fate-Chapter 501 FIND HIM

"That's nice of you to say but we have another situation," Darius mentioned.

Arthur looked at him. "What else?"

Zinnia stated, "We believe that the queen and the witches are involved in exposing Merlin to Louses."

"This bitch is getting in our way every single time." Arthur clicked his tongue. "First, get the pathetic bastard. Then, we will deal with that bitch."

"Are we going to have a meeting for tomorrow's battle?" Darius asked. "Is it going to be held at night as usual?"

Currently, due to the high temperature during the day, the battle between the wizards and witches would be held in the evening. The wizards and witches had to take extra precautions to avoid heat stroke during the battle. At dawn, the battle would cease and everyone would go back to their tents.

Wizards could use magic to cool the temperature at their side but that would take a high amount of mana which Arthur didn't want to lose to keep a proper temperature. He knew that the upcoming battle would be intense and he needed to conserve his mana for more important spells.

"We won't hold any meetings for now," Arthur replied. "First, I want that bastard under my feet. Ironin, I'll leave it to you."

Ironin heeded his words and stood up.

After he left, Arthur turned to Merlin.

"Why did Ovior teleport everyone to an unknown place?" he demanded.

Merlin helplessly shook his head.

"It was a mistake on his part. He sent you a letter. He apologized."

"His apology won't bring Catherine back."

Arthur wasn't satisfied with the answer.

What would Ovior's apology do?

Could it bring Catherine back to life?

Could it take away the sorrow and emptiness Veronica felt when she took her best friend's life with her own two hands?

Others could feel it and so they said nothing.

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Merlin could only sigh. It was a helpless situation in which they couldn't do anything.

He recalled how Veronica wept heartbreakingly. Just thinking about it made his heart bleed.

At that moment, Veronica thought of herself as a murderer.

Before she was used to being agonized by it but she could coax herself by saying that she killed bad people who harmed others.

From the moment Catherine's life force was transferred to Sebastian, she had no other excuse left.

No matter what others told her, she knew she had killed Catherine. It couldn't be changed.

The weight of her actions was crushing her. She knew that she could never justify or rationalize what she had done and that it would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She would never be able to live a peaceful life.

She would constantly dream about killing Catherine and wake up with regret and agonizing pain.

Ovior's apology wouldn't change anything.

Others could feel it and so they said nothing.

Merlin could only sigh. It was a helpless situation in which they couldn't do anything.

He said, "Ovior regretted it when he saw Lady Catherine's dead body. He was beyond exhausted because he was working alone. That's why the mistake happened."

As they were talking, Ironin came back with his weapons. He was prepared for the next task.

Without a word, Arthur teleported him to Lynnford.

Later on, Arthur went back to his tent. He found Veronica rolling on the bed.

He smiled and walked toward her. He came to the bed and hugged her from behind.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

"Mm," Veronica yawned. "I want to sleep more but I can't seem to sleep. I keep thinking about Cathy."

Her tone was a mix of fatigue and sadness. She had been through a lot and the exhaustion was taking a toll on her both physically and emotionally. Despite her efforts to conceal it, her weariness was evident in her voice and appearance.

Arthur noticed the dark circles under her eyes were still visible. His heart ached as he saw her predicament. He whispered in her ear, "I will help you fall asleep."

Afterward, he began to suck on her shoulder. He left behind a trail of wetness.

Tickled by his lips, Veronica lightly giggled. She reached out on her back and touched his head. Her fingers scratched his head in indulgence.

Arthur's hands slipped under the comforter. They mischievously groped her sensitive parts.

She had her breasts played by his hands like this, A wave of limpness spread across her entire body, and soon she couldn't help but moan.

Her body jolted in pleasure and trembled at all the teasing. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on When he was done, he went out of the tent.

It was already midnight. The stars shone brightly in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the barren his playful hands.

He continued to explore her body with his hands, tracing every curve and dip until she was lost in a sea of pleasure. As their bodies entwined, she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while.

After the storm passed, Arthur cast a sleeping charm on her.

"Sleep tight," he murmured. Then, he lovingly kissed her on the forehead.

He took a bath and changed his clothes. After that, he cleaned Veronica's body properly and put his sleeping gown on her.

When he was done, he went out of the tent.

It was already midnight. The stars shone brightly in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the barren landscape.

The desert was quiet. The only sound was the occasional howl of a distant coyote. The silence was almost deafening, making it feel like they were the only ones left in the world.

The sand dunes were illuminated by the moonlight, casting eerie shadows on the ground. It was a peaceful and serene moment in the midst of the vast desert landscape.

Arthur walked forward and he happened to hear some whispers in a tent. He could feel the tension coming from there.

The battle was supposed to be held the next night. Since there was no meeting today, the wizards were confused.

He didn't interrupt the wizards and moved to Darius' tent. He found Ironin standing outside the tent, relaxing as he gazed upon the stars.

"Did you find him?" Arthur asked.

Ironin gave him a short nod.

Arthur let out an uncanny smile.

"Let's have a small talk with him."