All Chapters of Dance With The Wicked: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It appeared that whatever problems between Leon and Agares had been solved as the man had offered them to enter to his study room. Belle felt as though she had entered a forest of books as on her left and right side was tall walls of books.    Even the floor was hard to step at with the amount of books scattered on it. Belle followed Leon’s steps as he had chosen the best path to walk without stepping on the books that she thought might be important for Agares. They were behaving agreeable to each other, she didn’t want her to be the reason for their fight. In the room, she was the only human.   “Take a seat,” Agares pulled two chairs from the side after kicking all the books on the floor with his feet. Belle managed to take a seat as she had been weak from all her shocks and worries. Leon, on the other side chose to stand beside her.   “If what you say is the truth, does t

Leon raised his eyebrows hearing her words. Belle’s distaste was rare to see and he wondered which humans who could have make her displeased more than he did. A man who appeared to be miffed as the servant didn’t allow him to enter the manor was the first to notice Belle’s appearance. He quickly walked toward her, offering her a smile that was very pretentious to her eyes.  “Lady Belle,” the man chimed. “You still remember me, don’t you?” Belle saw how his eyes looked back at his carriage, pointing how he worked under the authorities who ruled in the land to enforce the laws.  But Belle who looked back at the carriage turned her eyes again to meet the man’s smiling eyes with her polite one. It wasn’t only him who could be pretentious. 

Belle closed her doors, slipping underneath her comfortable duvet and closed her eyes. She was filled with anxiety pricking her skin but talking to Leon and faced with his odd quirks helped her to ease her nerves.  Her eyes were closed slowly as sleepiness beckoned her to the darkness she yearned for. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep as it felt as though she had just closed her eyes when she heard whispers seeping into her dream.  Her eyes that felt heavy opened itself faintly. Belle pushed herself from the bed and looked to her left and right, wondering what she heard as she was certain she had been alone in the room. “Leon?” Belle asked, knowing the demon who had always kept an eye on her. If there was someone who would sneak inside her room, it would be him. But the eerie silence creeped her ou

Leon’s red gaze was unwavering. He smiled as though mocking her futile trick that didn’t win against him, “No.” “You’re saying the truth?” Belle asked. “I would be rolling on the ground in pain in case I wasn’t. You are so small yet have so much doubt,” Leon flicked the next card, placing his own card before lifting back his gaze to her. “Go on,” he offered.  Belle bite the insides of her cheeks, frustrated but also relieved. Although she was vexed that her guess was wrong, she was relieved that she could trust Leon now with his response. She noticed it was the King of Spade, knowing no run for it, Belle pressed one of her last cards, “I lost,” her eyes raised to meet his gaze. “Why do I feel that whether I lost or win, everything will go on your way?”

Belle entered the room, feeling herself enveloped in a magical air. Her eyes curiously looked at the shadowy figure hidden behind the curtain. She wondered how the fortune teller looked like. Everyone had covered their faces in Varitas, making her wonder if there was a deep reason for them to hide their identity. “Don’t just stand there, well, do I frightened you enough to turn you into stones?” Ripple-like voice entered her ears. The gentleness the voice possess was heartwarming, easily putting her at ease, but also there was a deep charm that could seduce those who listen to the voice to beguiled by the identity of the speaker. “Oh, truthfully I am not here to have my fortune read,” Belle whispered. She quickly hurried to take the seat before the fortune teller, hoping they wouldn’t kick her out for not having her fortune read. The two women at the front seemed very keen on having their rules followed. A