EIITAB - Chapter 56 < Let's Make It Clear At This Point >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Her fingertips and lips are trembling. Hestia hid her agitation by quietly curling and biting her lower lip. Aslan followed her every reaction with his eyes.
"Why? Don't you believe it? Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"
Aslan continued to taunt her in his cold voice.
"If you want, I can show you right now."
He slipped his hand. He, who was fiddling with the décolleté of the dress Hestia was wearing, held onto her fabric with more force. Her breathing became heavy. On the outside, she was trying to pretend to be calm, but her small body was constantly going up and down.
Hestia gathered her courage and looked at Aslan's face again. It seemed like he was sincere.
'Nonsense.'
But Hestia didn't want to do that. This was not a private bedroom, Angela and the knights were outside. As conservative as she is, this was something she had never even imagined. When Aslan pushes her, will she be able to hold back the noise?
Her weak point was completely herself.
"... That's Okay."
Hestia barely raised her arm and placed her hand on the back of his hand. It was only then that she realized that she was shaking. Surprised by her contact with him, she curled her fingertips. As a result, Hestia appeared to be slightly scratching Aslan's skin.
Aslan's eyes darkened. His fingers tightened as she held Hestia's clothes for a moment, and the bones on the back of his hands stood out white. But that was only for a moment.
Aslan, who was acting as if he was going to act indecently at any moment, clicked his tongue at Hestia's feeble movement and immediately took his hand away as if he had no regrets. Then he said something mischievous to Hestia.
"Was I not that good that day?"
Hestia was silently shocked. A bewildered sound flowed from her lips that were fluttering like a fish out of water.
"What on earth is that...?"
"Otherwise, I wonder if there is any need to reject it so quickly."
A dry, twisted smile stayed on his lips for a moment and then disappeared without leaving a trace. He hated Hestia for rejecting him like this.
Hestia was struck speechless by the strange feeling that he was blaming herself. She didn't know how to answer.
'Did I like it? Was it difficult?'
Whatever it is, isn't that just politeness?
Eventually, she gave up her plea.
'Why does it feel like the more we talk, the more we scratch each other?'
She even thought that if things were going to be like this, it might be better for her not to say anything. Aslan, who interpreted her silence as he pleased, calmly spoke to her.
"For those of you who like to organize things clearly, I'll make sure to do it right now too."
"... Say it, I will listen."
"Hestia. You said you would give your life to me."
Hestia, not having the strength to answer, nodded her head with difficulty. When her hair became disheveled in the wind, Aslan tidied it up with a very gentle hand. It felt like a heat radiated from her skin where he occasionally touched her.
Aslan's bass sound rang along Hestia's ears.
"I decided to take it. So now you are mine."
As soon as she finished speaking, Aslan's hand grabbed her slender neck without warning. He growled lowly, glaring at Hestia with the eyes of a hungry beast.
"Use that smart brain to understand clearly, okay?"
Hestia bit the tender flesh in her mouth. Even though he had her hand on his neck, she didn't have any strength at all. Hestia knows too, what gives strength here is that she is not that difficult for Aslan.
Soon, the bitter taste of her blood began to fill her mouth.
"And then."
He spoke to her in a dry voice.
"Even if I hug someone else."
"......."
"If I ask you to see it from the side, you have to see it."
Hestia's hands, which were resting gently on her thighs, became tense, creating unsightly wrinkles in the rather thick fabric of her dress. At the same time, her neck moved greatly. It was because something hot in her kept rising as if it were being attacked.
Hestia, who barely swallowed it, could not bear to meet Aslan's eyes and avoided it. Then Aslan frowned at her and grabbed her chin to make her look back at him.
"Don't avert your eyes."
It was a trembling voice, like the howl of an animal. At that warning, Hestia fixed her trembling eyes on him again.
Aslan roared fiercely in a low voice.
"You don't do anything that I don't allow."
"... ...."
"Just stay next to me, like a doll."
To Aslan, she was a sinner. And he himself was the executioner. So Hestia had to follow his words unconditionally. Even though he knew it was an unreasonable logic, he repeatedly said it forcefully.
Well, he was her only rational reason for keeping her by his side.
".... I understand what you mean."
Hestia answered in her resigned voice. Only then did Aslan let go of her chin due to her obedient behavior.
"I will do as you wish."
But Aslan still did not erase the angry look in his eyes. After glaring at Hestia for a moment longer, he finally bit down on his body and then walked out of the carriage with movements that could not have been neater.
Bang!
The door closed with a harsh sound. Hestia couldn't help but flinch and tremble reflexively at that loud sound. She froze for a moment as if she were a stone statue, and then she took a sharp breath.
Like a child taking her first breath into the world, she forgot how to breathe. Her breathing, her mind, her feelings for him, everything felt like it was all tangled up.
"Why are you like this?"
The area around her heart hurt so much.
".... Ugh."
Hestia pressed her left breast with both hands and closed her eyes tightly. Her pain seeped through her fluttering eyelashes. The texture was different from the pain that arose as her sexual power faded. The pain was so excruciating that she kept forgetting to breathe.
"This isn't what I wanted."
Something kept going wrong with Aslan. Her transparent tears ran down her long eyelashes and across her cheeks. A moment later, a polite knock was heard from outside.
"Princess? Can I come in?"
It was Angela's voice. Hestia managed to straighten her body and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
"Yes, come in. You had a hard time moving the luggage, Angela."
The door opened. The tip of Angela's nose was red and frozen, as it must have been quite cold outside.
"Wow, it's really cold. I was blunt, but thanks to the help from the knights, I was able to finish it much faster."
"... Thank goodness."
Because her body had not yet warmed up, the maid sat across from Hestia, trembling, and crossed her arms in front of her chest and continued to rub them against her.
"By the way, Princess. What happened with the Duke?"
"... No."
Hestia answered in a voice that seemed as if she would die at any moment. Angela continued her chatter without noticing anything strange about her.
"Then why on earth is the Duke so angry?"
"... Well."
Hestia answered in a strangled voice. The conversation she had with Aslan was recalled again, and it made her heart tingle.
Angela, unaware of her master's anger, began to grunt cutely.
"Well, when was the Duke in a good mood? It was a pointless question! Yes? Hehehe"
What was easier for her was her pity for Hestia, who was dealing with the scary Aslan alone in a secret room, rather than understanding why the scary Duke, who was almost a stranger to her, was so angry.
"But this carriage is much warmer! I think it's a good change."
"I know."
Hestia turned her gaze away and responded half-heartedly. Soon the carriage started moving again. Hestia remained in her carriage ever since. So she didn't know that the atmosphere outside her was much worse than she thought.
Aslan's knights continued their march every day with a feeling of dry blood. This was because the Lord's mood, which was usually not very good, seemed especially worse after moving to the northern carriage. Not only that, the occasional greetings between the couple suddenly stopped. Of course, it is the responsibility of the subordinates to notice.
The adjutants and knights remained silent, feeling anxious and uncomfortable as if they were sitting on thorn cushions.
***
The knight on watch duty stretched heavily and tried to shake off sleep.
"Hwaam!"
The yawn that parted the lips of Jerome, a knight who still had a youthful streak, immediately froze white in the air. It was a time when everyone was asleep.
"Ugh, it's stuffy."
Guard duty is done in teams of two. The other one had gone out on patrol nearby. Jerome, who was left alone, kept falling asleep. He said he was on guard, but in fact, he rarely did anything other than stay up all night.
'Because demonic beasts don't appear around here.'
In fact, the biggest danger over the past few days was Aslan's discomfort, but other than that, the days were peaceful.
"Stupid southern bastards."
Jerome stretched and swore out of habit.
People in the South seem to think that the North is just full of demonic beasts, but they are wrong.
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