EIITAB - Chapter 71 < How Could You Do This To Me? >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Then Dulcinea raised her voice slightly.
"Could it be that Aslan had a younger sister that I didn't know about?"
At that moment, Aslan's face became frighteningly hard.
"Be careful what you say. "
His sister is freezing to death.
A cruel curse flowed from Aslan's teeth. He clicked his tongue harshly and reacted sharply as if just imagining it made him irritated. Aslan hated the fact that Hestia was his younger sister. However, as always, he omitted the detailed explanation, so Hestia had no choice but to misunderstand again.
'He wouldn't even say that...'
Hestia curled her lower lip and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
Aslan did not hide his displeasure and scolded her more fiercely.
"Don't ever say such horrible things again, Dulcinea. No matter how much you do, don't look at me, shit. Sister, what kind of nonsense is you talking about?"
Dulcinea's face brightened. It wasn't the reaction she wanted, but she still thought it was a good result.
'You hate that woman so much?'
At least she had hope that that beautiful woman was not her competitor. However, Dulcinea, who could not completely relax, continued to steal glances at Aslan's face.
And Hestia looked at Dulcinea. She seemed somehow desperate, and the young emotions in her eyes were something that only two women could read.
'Ah... Her breasts...'
Hestia unconsciously placed both her hands on her left breast. It felt as if Dulcinea's emotions were clearly visible in her eyes.
When she realized that, her heart tingled like it was being pricked by a needle.
"What?"
"Where is it uncomfortable?"
When Hestia seemed to be unable to breathe properly, Aslan immediately closed the distance between him and Hestia while frowning.
"What's the problem? How is it difficult?"
Bowing down to his waist, he directly inspected Hestia's condition. Hestia gently pushed her hand away from his body.
"I'm okay. My cough got tangled up for a moment."
Aslan did not return his narrowed eyebrows to their original width. His eyes were still examining Hestia's condition. Just 'be careful.' Aslan said he only needed to add one word, but he showed his concern by adding a useless word.
"Tsk. Do I have to teach you how to breathe while doing it?"
Maybe he didn't want to be found out that he was worried, and he didn't want to admit it to himself, so he was criticizing her with harsh words.
"I'll be careful."
Aslan's attitude towards Dulcinea was different from that of hers, and she bit down hard on the delicate flesh in her mouth. Why do people envy what they don't have?
Hestia envied Dulcinea, and she envied Hestia.
'Why are you worried about that woman?'
Her nervousness made her want to chew on her fingernails. Dulcinea was extremely unhappy with this current situation.
Hestia, who suddenly appears and identifies herself as 'Kalathi', and Aslan, who focuses all his attention on her even though he doesn't even care about her.
'Why don't you care about me?'
Dulcinea wanted attention again, she wanted to be the center of everyone. So she started grunting excessively.
"No one has answered my question yet."
Hestia's eyes turned to her as she caught her breath. Hestia immediately knew what Dulcinea's state of mind was. She gets a confirmation from Aslan, no. She wanted to at least get confirmation of his actions.
'Why am I nervous?'
She couldn't understand. She says she can't be her competition. However, Dulcinea, who did not know Hestia's true feelings, had to work hard not to lose her composure.
'What? What is it?'
She was always relaxed. But for the first time, that trend was broken. Today, because of that woman named Hestia. The seat next to Aslan was hers and only she could occupy it for nearly 10 years. It was her privilege to have the same sadness as Aslan. Since he wasn't bothered and didn't hate her, Aslan must have been by her side all this time.
'So, Aslan, please.'
In her earnest heart, Dulcinea hoped and hoped that he would be confirmed. She hopes that the woman named Hestia means nothing to him. In this way, she hopes that her 'special' position will continue to be maintained and that she will be able to occupy that position longer than anyone else.
But Aslan could not read that earnest wish. It was natural because it wasn't something he was particularly interested in. Dulcinea couldn't hide her impatience and asked again.
"Please explain properly. Why would a stranger introduce herself with the last name Kalathi?"
"Of course."
Finally, his lips parted. Aslan stretched out his arm without hesitation, and immediately wrapped it around the shoulders of Hestia, sitting on the sofa. The moment that figure came into view, sparks flew into Dulcinea's blue eyes.
However, Aslan, who was only focusing his eyes on Hestia, did not notice. He was unable to contain and revealed the deep possessive desire that never dried and only continued to well up.
Lady Philippa, who was watching Aslan like that, lost her composure and looked surprised, and Dulcinea clenched her fists.
Aslan took a short breath and spoke again. It was a late reply to return to Dulcinea.
"Because this woman married me. Now that she is the new Duchess, she should naturally give up her old surname and take the surname Kalathi."
Dulcinea's mouth dropped open at Aslan's calm words.
"What... Duchess?"
The agitation she felt was clearly visible in her fluttering eyelashes. Dulcinea, who had taken a few deep breaths, asked a question in a shaky voice.
"Aslan, wait a minute. Is that really true? It's a lie, right? No? Yes?"
Dulcinea repeated the same question several times.
'How dare you?'
Aslan's eyes sank horribly at the action that seemed to strongly deny the marriage of the two. He looked at Dulcinea with cold eyes. When their eyes met, Dulcinea trembled and covered her mouth for a moment. Then she started crying.
'Why are you looking at me like that? Just because of one woman like that?'
Dulcinea's eyes widened as she was treated for the first time in her life. Meanwhile, Aslan, who could not be angry with Dulcinea, held on to his patience and barely answered.
"When have you seen me talk nonsense?"
Aslan's cold and blunt words filled Dulcinea's eyes with tears.
".... So is that real? Suddenly? Why?"
"Ha."
Why on earth does she have so many questions?
Aslan casually shook his hair and pursed his lips. From the beginning, he had no intention of gathering servants or knights and formally introducing Hestia's existence. This was no different from him acknowledging her status as a Duchess.
'I don't know if they just start talking among themselves as they come and go.'
However, he was also concerned about treating someone as someone who did not exist at all, so he came up with this method as the next best solution.
Madame Philippa and Dulcinea, the managers and authorities of the inner city. By introducing the two people to Hestia, he attempted to announce her existence, at least unofficially. However, things were not going as well as Aslan expected.
'What on earth was the problem?'
The atmosphere didn't feel bad until he exchanged greetings with Madame Philippa. Dulcinea may have been a bit self-indulgent, but she still read and followed what she said, even if she didn't explain everything. Aslan couldn't even guess what on earth Dulcinea was upset about.
When she didn't get an answer from him, Dulcinea finally exploded.
"Answer me! Marriage! You didn't even talk about that when you left!"
She screamed loudly and fired back at everyone.
"Did you go to the South for this? Then what is your promise to me? Was it all a lie?"
Promise.
Hestia felt her heart sink at those romantic and abstract words. She doesn't want to go into detail, but she reads a lot.
Aslan and Dulcinea. There must have been some kind of conversation between the two about their future together. Aslan is not a man who tells nonsense, so Dulcinea must have taken it with special gravity.
The purple eyes lost their balance and gradually fell downward. It is not a position that is rightfully occupied. She couldn't raise her head because she felt uncomfortable at the thought of being forced to squeeze into a seat. As she was avoiding the two people, she heard the sound of Aslan clicking his tongue and sighing lowly. He said in a tired voice.
"Whew. Dulcinea, please calm down. You can hear everything even if you don't scream like that."
Then Dulcinea asked Aslan with a face that looked like she was about to cry. It was a trembling voice.
"Why on earth... That woman... Are you introducing me?"
Hestia was curious about that too. What on earth did Aslan think when he introduced Dulcinea and her together?
It would have been better not to have encountered him.
'Or is it a warning to me?'
The thought that maybe it could be so became more and more persuasive.
'You said you didn't expect me to be a Duchess.'
So, didn't he call Dulcinea to introduce Madame Philippa, the manager of the mansion?
Since the people of this castle think of Dulcinea as the hostess anyway, they may be trying to indirectly inform them that there is no place for Hestia here.
While Hestia was lost in negative thoughts, Dulcinea bit her lip and raised her voice.
"How could Aslan do this to me?"
Her expression was full of betrayal.
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