I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

"WHERE IS THAT INTRUDER?"

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A shout resounded throughout the prison right after which the sound of heels clicking against the stone floor echoed through the passage. Lady Clarissa's voice carried an icy authority that sent a shiver down the warden's spine. He took a step back, clearly intimidated by her presence, but I remained still, gathering what little strength I had left.

From the shadows, a tall, imposing figure emerged, her silver hair cascading down her back in intricate braids. Lady Clarissa's piercing eyes locked onto mine, and for a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze around us. She was dressed in her usual elaborate gown, the deep crimson fabric flowing behind her like bloodstained silk.

Her expression was a mixture of fury and concern, a rare combination that only made her more intimidating.

"You," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "What in the gods' names happened here? And why does it reek of dark magic?"

She continued, "And start with what are you doing in my Rutherford family's private prison? You better have a damned good explanation," Lady Clarissa snapped, her eyes narrowing as she approached me. The warden stepped aside, clearly not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I was already drained from the battle, and the last thing I needed was a confrontation with Clarissa. But I knew there was no avoiding it.

"Lady Clarissa," I began, my voice calm but firm. "Do you have any idea what your father does in those sealed floors of this prison?''

"Mmm... No! But this is not about my father," Lady Clarissa interrupted, her voice sharp and commanding. "This is about you trespassing in a place you have no right to be. Now, explain yourself, Samael Ashwood, before I lose my patience."

I could feel her anger radiating off her in waves, but there was something else in her eyes—a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even fear. She was on edge, and she wanted answers.

"I had no intention of trespassing," I replied, keeping my tone even. "And since you don't have any idea what your father was doing down there, it seems I'm the one who needs to enlighten you," I continued, my voice steady despite the growing tension. "You know who was the youngest prince of our kingdom, right?"

"Xandros Blackthorn, But what does he have anything to do with this? he was killed by some assassins years ago," She said with each word her anger intensified, her gaze never leaving mine. "What does he have to do with this?"

I took a step closer, my expression earnest. "Assassins did not kill Xandros Blackthorn, He was kidnapped by your father, Who experimented on him to advance his plans for artificial immortality."

Lady Clarissa's eyes widened in shock, and her composure faltered for a moment. "My father... kidnapped Xandros Blackthorn? This is beyond anything I could have imagined."

I nodded, trying to gauge her reaction. "Yes. And the dark magic you're sensing is a result of those experiments. Your father was trying to use the essence of Xandros to achieve something far beyond mere mortal understanding. But his attempts have gone awry."

"NOOOO! You are lying, my father is not a monster!" Lady Clarissa's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and her eyes flashed with a fierce, almost desperate intensity. "My father would never engage in such dark magic!"

"Well, I have the evidence," I said, my voice resolute despite her rising anger. "I will present this to the royal family, and if what I have found is as damning as I believe, it could lead to severe consequences for your father."

Lady Clarissa's eyes flickered with a tumult of emotions—shock, anger, and fear. "Are you saying you have proof of my father's dark magic? That he has committed such heinous acts?"

"Can I see the evidence?" Lady Clarissa's voice wavered, a mix of desperation and determination in her tone. "If what you're saying is true, I need to understand the full extent of what has happened."

I hesitated for a moment, weighing the implications of showing her the evidence before we had more concrete proof. But the urgency of the situation was clear, and Clarissa's sincerity seemed genuine.

"I'll show you," I said, nodding in agreement. "But be prepared. What you're about to see might be disturbing."

I reached into the system inventory and pulled out the files with no tags on them. The papers were stained with remnants of dark magic and the arcane symbols that had been used in the experiments. I placed them carefully on a nearby table, the items laid out for Clarissa to see.

Clarissa's eyes fell on the documents and the residue with a mixture of horror and disbelief. She picked up one of the papers, her hands trembling slightly as she scanned the contents. The arcane symbols and the notes detailing the experiments were stark and chilling.

"This is... This is not just dark magic," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is something far more sinister. My father... how could he?"

"Well, experimenting on the youngest prince is just one of the many crimes he committed. He kidnapped orphans from the streets and joined hands with the kingdom's enemies. There are more layers to his machinations than just these experiments."

Her face contorted with a mixture of anguish and fury. "Orphans? Enemies? This is... this is too much. How could my father have been involved in such...

monstrous acts?"

"It's not just about what he's done," I said, trying to maintain my composure despite the gravity of the situation. "It's about what he's planning to do with the knowledge and power he's accumulated. The dark magic, the experiments—these are steps toward something far more dangerous. He's been making deals with forces that could threaten the entire kingdom."

Lady Clarissa's hands shook as she set the papers down. Her face was pale, and her usually composed demeanor was cracking under the strain. "I need to speak to him. I need to understand... I need to know why."

"And what do you hope to get from that? 'Oh shit! my daughter found me in the act, what do I do?' do you seriously think he would answer your question?" I said while dramatically waving my hands.

Lady Clarissa's face was a portrait of turmoil. Her eyes, once so sharp and commanding, were now clouded with a mix of betrayal and desperation.

"Even if he won't give me answers," she said through gritted teeth, "I need to hear it from him directly. I need to understand why he chose this path, why he betrayed everything we believed in."

I sighed, realizing the depth of her conflict. "Very well, but be cautious. The man you knew as your father may no longer be the same person. His actions have led him down a dark path, and he might be more dangerous than you expect."

Clarissa nodded, her resolve hardening. "Thank you for showing me this. I need to take action immediately."

As she turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. This confrontation could go in many directions, and I hoped that Clarissa's pursuit of the truth wouldn't lead to further complications or danger.

"Lady Clarissa," I called out as she made her way to the exit. She paused and looked back at me, her expression a blend of determination and weariness.

"Be careful," I said, my voice low and sincere. "You're about to walk into a storm of secrets and dangers. And remember, not everything is as it seems."

She gave a terse nod and continued on her way, her silver hair catching the dim light as she vanished down the corridor.

Left alone in the prison, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the revelations and the upcoming confrontation. The situation was far from resolved, and the ripple effects of these discoveries were just beginning to unfold.

"Mmm... My lord, do you need anything else?" The warden's voice broke the silence, and his uneasy gaze shifted between me and the scattered papers on the table. His discomfort was palpable, and I could sense his apprehension at the unfolding situation.

I waved him off, my mind still reeling from the gravity of what had transpired. "No, you may leave. I need some time to gather my thoughts."

The warden nodded quickly and scurried away, leaving me alone in the dimly lit prison cell. The walls seemed to close in on me, the echoes of Lady Clarissa's anger and disbelief still resonating in the air.

"I should too go home, This is enough evidence to clear my name and have that bastard begone forever." I muttered to myself as I looked around the dimly lit prison cell. The weight of the revelations hung heavy in the air, and I knew that the next steps I took would be crucial.

I took another deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. With Lady Clarissa now armed with the truth, I had to focus on my own course of action. The evidence I had uncovered was more than enough to bring serious charges against her father, but I needed to make sure it reached the right hands.

My immediate priority was to ensure that the information was secured and that my own position was safeguarded. I could already anticipate that there would be backlash, and it was imperative that I prepared for any potential complications.

I quickly gathered the scattered papers and stowed them in a secure compartment within my system inventory, ensuring their protection. Then, I made my way out of the prison, the weight of the recent events pressing heavily on my shoulders.

As I walked through the cold, echoing corridors, my mind raced with plans. I needed to contact my allies, especially those who had a vested interest in the stability of the kingdom. It was crucial to coordinate with them and prepare for the fallout from Lady Clarissa's confrontation with her father.

Once outside the prison, I made my way back to my estate, the familiar surroundings offering a brief moment of solace amidst the chaos.

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[To Be Continued]

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