EIATB - Chapter 2 < You Wanted Me to Die >

 

 EITAB - Chapter 2 You Wanted Me to Die

Even if it is Trampled and Broken

The only Duke in the empire, and the master of the north, which occupies half of the land of Ellsworth Kingdom. However, despite his noble status, Aslan was more commonly referred to as 'savage' later on.

It was never because there was something wrong with his birth or pedigree. If you had to ask for a reason, it would be because he was a person who lived outside of Ellsworth, and he was dealing with winter by slaughtering demons on behalf of the people of the South.

Of course, no one appreciated his sacrifice. At least, as Hestia knew.

'Why the hell did he come?'

"May you be unhappy throughout your life. Just as much despair as you gave me."

Hestia still vividly remembers the words he said to her the last time they had a proper conversation.

'Didn't you hate me?'

So she didn't even send an invitation on purpose.

'Looking at his expression, it doesn't look like he's here to congratulate me.'

It was difficult for her to guess what Aslan Kalati was doing at her wedding. She swallowed her sigh and forced her gaze away from him. The target to focus on now was not that man, but another man. Stephan Cheratto, Hestia's husband-to-be, has not yet arrived at this ceremony.

'When will Stephan come?'

He had to arrive quickly, but she didn't even dare to bear the thought. It was because this marriage was a union in which she had no choice but to rely on Stephan's sacrifice. So people praised Stephan's courage for her with a high voice. Even as she continues to think about this and that, Aslan still looking at her. Hestia let out a slight sigh, feeling that her cheeks were burning, and Angela glanced at her in the direction of Aslan and whispered in her ear.

"Princess, shall we send the royal guards to expel him?"

Hestia shook her head.

"No, there's no need for that. He must be busy, but he came all the way here to celebrate."

Then Angela responded softly in her sullen voice.

'The Princess is doing it because you can't see properly because of the veil. If I were to grab a person walking down the street and ask them, they would say that isn't the expression of a person who comes to congratulate you."

"You are too exaggerated."

She smiled lightly and glossed over her answer, then glanced back at her. The hourglass on the side table caught her eye. The sand was purple, like her pupils.

'It's not long.'

The amount of sand at the top equaled that of a neatly trimmed pinky fingernail. She felt as though she would run out any moment, so Hestia, watching it, felt her heart tighten.

'The remaining time is about 30 minutes at most.'

In it, only the arrival of Stephan and the consummation of her marriage can save her life. She may have to skip most of the set ceremonies and just swear right away, as her time is quite tight.

Could it be because of the tension? Hestia felt her stomach rumble and heat deep inside her belly.

'If he doesn't come...'

Even though she had only made assumptions about him, her mouth was dry. As Stephan continued not to appear, the guests sensed the oddity and soon began whispering about the subject.

"It's a wedding where the bride comes first and waits. She didn't hear or see it."

"It can't be helped. Apparently, it's the Princess's side that's urgent."

"Shh! Lower your voice! She will hear you!"

However, being careful was only for a moment, and they never stopped talking.

"But Sir Stephan, why is he really not coming like this? Could it be that the ceremony will be postponed?"

"Can he postpone it? If he doesn't come, it's over! It's over!"

"Could it be, is that real?"

"Then a fake trust was issued?"

1 year ago.

Through Anette, God gave an oracle that He would take the life of Hestia, an existence that was rooted incorrectly. However, after Anette prayed earnestly, she found a way for her to live. That is, Hestia receives her mate and lives up to his dawn. That mean that when her partner died, she would die too. 

Hestia said, 'Can I really live like this? Wouldn't my life feel like a parasite to Sir Stephan?'

She held her breath for a moment to hide her bitterness. And then it was. 

Bang!

The chapel door burst open. It was quite loud, so naturally, everyone's eyes turned to him. However, the one who appeared outside was not Stephan Ceretto, whom everyone had been waiting for, but the messenger. The messenger seemed to have jumped, and his whole body was shaking and he was breathing heavily.

Hestia's uncle, Yorgos, the King of Ellsworth, jumped up from his seat. He shouted in a majestic voice towards the messenger on behalf of his niece.

"What kind of commotion is this on an auspicious day!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. But I have something urgent to tell you."

"Tell me."

"Lord Ceretto..."

It wasn't hard to imagine the words that would follow. Hestia tightly closed her eyes. She already had a hunch, yet she wished. She'd rather have an accident. Please... Please...

However, as always, God did not listen to her earnest prayer.

"Lord Ceretto has announced the breakup!"

"Oh, my God!"

Everyone gasped in shock, no matter who they were.

Their gazes flew like arrows to her at the same time as if they had promised. It should have been the person who was more shocked than anyone else, but she, the person involved, was calm. Rather, Yorgos burst into anger.

"What the hell did that mean!"

The messenger couldn't bear to raise his head and groaned, announcing the situation in a trembling voice.

"Lord Ceretto was still thinking, what is truly the path of God's will."

"But!"

"Lord Ceretto, who was walking towards the ceremony hall, saw Saintess Anette leaving the temple, and only then did he realize his own mission."

Hestia involuntarily laughed. This happened more than once or twice in the past year, so she was able to guess without listening to further gossip.

"Lord Ceretto immediately followed after the Saintess, and, on his knees made his swear to be her faithful servant."

A deep sigh flowed from everyone's lips at the messenger's words.

King Yorgos, who closed his eyes and opened them, asked a question in anger.

"Did you mean that Saintess Anette did not stop it and left it alone?"

"There was no time for the Saintess to stop him."

"Huh...! What nonsense!"

Yorgos clicked his tongue with a flushed face, then issued a new order.

"It's invalid because I haven't put my name in the Divine Register yet! So, the Captain of the Guard, hurry up and take the soldiers and bring him right now!"

At the command of Yorgos, the guards began to move quickly.

"Oh, it's pitiful, so maybe it's good."

Everyone's murmur grew. However, Hestia still sat quietly, motionless, and only laughed dejectedly.

'Okay... There's no way you're by my side.'

She looked at one wall of the chapel with resigned eyes. It felt as if the huge statue of El Rafa was oppressing her because it couldn't look down on her.

'Is Anette your only faithful servant? I, was my past time really superfluous to you?'

She knew very well that there was no way that an answer would come back just because she asked. Dropping her face, Hestia quietly raised her body.

'I'd better avoid the seat.'

At least she didn't want to end up in front of so many people. The time when she took a step to enter the boudoir, crying. 

Before she could stop herself, dark red blood splattered from her lips.

"Oh, my God! Princess!"

Angela, who was by her side, raised her voice.

"I'm fine... Ugh."

But Hestia couldn't finish her words. She felt the nausea rise once again, and a handful of blood gushed out. And, the shaft that held her up collapsed. 

At the end of her distracted vision, she caught the sight of the last grain of purple sand falling down, and she felt it.

'That's it.'

Thud!

Hestia's body fell onto the cold stone floor of the chapel.

"Kyaaaak! Princess!"

"Hestia! Hestia, come to your senses!"

"Saintess!"

Even after she collapsed, the bleeding did not stop. She vomited blood from her body as she rolled her body into a circle.

'I'm dizzy...'

As she ran out of breath, her eyes spun. Her vision became increasingly blurry. People who had come closer before she knew it drew a circle around her. 

"Saintess, can you hear me?"

The High Priest was behind her, channeling her divine power, but her body couldn't accept the power. She knew better than anyone else that she was useless. But she didn't even have the strength to tell him to stop. 

According to the trust Anette transferred, Hestia's time allowed in this world was gradually coming to an end. As if there was no more blood to vomit, her hemoptysis subsided little by little, and her breathing became lighter in proportion to it.

"Move."

Then, through the crowd, the man, Aslan Kalati, came to her side. Hestia knelt down on one knee on the floor covered in her vomited blood and he held her in his arms.

"Princess.. Wake up! Come on!"

Aslan's voice was fierce.

'But it's really strange.'

It just didn't feel so savage. She somehow felt like the cry of a wounded beast. Hestia lifted her eyelids with the last of her breath.

'Why are you making that face?'

A frown that seemed to be angry and holding back crying.

'You are... You always wanted me dead.'

Novellatte's note:

Chapters 1 and 2 remind me of one of the manhwa I've read, but I forgot the title. but so far the story is quite interesting.

So please look forward to the next update!

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