All Chapters of My Most Precious Human: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sariel snapped his fingers and, in a split of a second, two servants brought in a massive wooden seat and put it in the middle of the courtroom. Then he reached out his hand towards me with a courteous smile beaming on his face. I gulped, but put my hand on his and let him lead me to the witness seat. Once I sat down, I immediately felt as if I was a dwarf sitting in a giant's seat. The back of the seat ended almost two feet higher than my head. I couldn't touch the chair back even when most of my legs were on the seat. I ended up straightening up without leaning, with my feet swinging in the air. I must have looked ridiculous, yet I did what I could to present myself elegantly. I sat on the edge of the seat with my back straight and my head raised, eyes holding a confident gaze. Sariel smiled briefly at me as if he wanted to give me a little courage. I took a deep breath, trying to concentrate. "Ms. Lilith Leber is the only survivor from the night of the auction, "S

"This is an act of unbelievable impudence, Duke Calvet!" Duke Orseolo yelled, "None of the nobles were sentenced to death in two hundred years! One noble life is worth more than a thousand mere human lives!" He definitely made my blood boil, but this time I did my best not to open my mouth. I learned that staying silent was crucial to my survival. "You have already taken our wealth and titles. Isn't that enough?! For what reason should we give you our lives as well?!" the former-now Marquess, Henri Adragna fumed, supported by frantic gasps of his sons. Sariel slowly walked to the middle of the courtroom stage again. His eyes showed a firing glow as the slick smile slowly formed on his face. It was the first time I noticed that this court wasn't only for my revenge. His attitude displayed disdain and hatred. For Sariel, this conflict must have been something private, something that had been built for a long time. He was enjoying every second of Adragnas' miser

The members of the Great Council were slowly leaving the room. Sariel stood up and silently observed them leave. He was clenching his fists, his face revealing a faint smile, proof of his satisfaction. I kept sitting in the uncomfortable, massive chair while my heart thundered. I felt like I had just dodged a bullet. My hands were still shaking, even though I kept telling myself that it was all over. Soon, Sariel, Mr. Gotha, and I were the only ones in the courtroom. I locked my eyes on Sariel until he finally looked at me. He smirked and walked over to my seat. "You used me." I glared at him while getting up. "I didn't use you. Our reasons might have been different, but the goal was the same." He shrugged. "Do you have any idea how terrified I was? You should have at least told me something about your plan… And who is that Judge Calvet?!" I burst out. "Dominique Calvet is my sister," he stated calmly. "So you could have told me that s

I painted another awkward smile on my face, thinking that I was turning more and more mute the longer I sat there. I felt like I was some kind of a doll, a decoration that was brought for their entertainment, or definitely Dominique's entertainment. I gazed at her and suddenly saw a flash in her bright eyes. I knew another wicked thought invaded her mind. "One more thing, my dearest, strict brother… How is it that Lilith has your ability?" She smirked, curiously gazing at Sariel. "What?" I mumbled, suddenly feeling more sober than ever. "My brother has always been able to recall every single detail. His memory is absolute." She turned my way and gazed suspiciously at her brother, "I wasn't going to say anything during the trial, but I have never heard that you could pass your ability onto anyone. How did you do it?" She grinned, her eyes impatiently awaiting an answer. I looked at Sariel as well. I had to say, for once, I was as intrigued as she was.

I stared at Martha, trying to process everything. I knew well that I would never get the truth by asking Sariel about it. All I could do was pick up the pieces of the story, hoping to put them together. I could only guess that Sariel brought me to his bedroom since he found some sort of guilt within him after his sister's so-called prank on me. He had taken off my dress, but at least he hadn't left me naked. He hadn't bitten me and probably left the room after putting me on his bed. Still, that didn't explain his sudden bloodlust. Did it actually have something to do with me? I knew that people sought sensation where there wasn't any. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. Sariel's revenge was completed. All sorts of emotions must have been crumbling inside him, even though he seemed composed. Maybe drinking all of the blood was his way of rebounding? Nonetheless, as usual, the rumors about what had happened the night before were about to make my life even more complicated than it alread