Elsa didn't know what to feel at that moment. Was it pity that her husband to be was dying, or shock that he had managed to kill Lazarus despite being in such a condition?
"How... How did you kill Lazarus like this?" she muttered, her gaze fixed on his face.
Damian smiled sheepishly and leaned his face against his balled fist, staring ahead with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. He seemed almost amused by her curiosity.
"It's a secret only my very close allies in Velmora know and they have all sworn to take it to the grave. Can you take that same path?" Damian asked casually.
Elsa's gaze suddenly turned suspicious. She straightened in her seat, her previous concern giving way to caution as she studied him.
"We already had a public agreement to get married is it necessary to go this far just did a little secret?" she asked.
