EIITAB - Chapter 110 < Confinement >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Hestia looked towards the direction from which the sound came with a bewildered look on her face.
Golden eyes that quietly burned with anger trapped Hestia within them without blinking even once.
Last night, she couldn't even believe that they had shared a passionate kiss in a daze.
Hestia parted her dry lips in an instant and called his name.
“Aslan.”
Did he really hear that?
Hestia immediately realized that it was a stupid question. Didn't she think to herself just a moment ago?
Aslan has good hearing.
Then he will be able to hear fully even if he is outside the door.
Hestia bit down hard on the delicate flesh in his mouth. There was a fishy iron taste in the air, as if her lips were bleeding, but she didn't feel like giving up her strength.
She wished he had raised his voice.
If he get angry like hell, Wouldn't it have been a little better if that had been the case?
Hestia, not knowing how to deal with the quiet anger Aslan showed, closed her eyes tightly.
Aslan, who was leaning crookedly against the door frame, received no response from anyone and let out a long, heavy breath as if he had expected that to happen.
He straightened his body and quickly narrowed the distance with a deliberate step.
"It was reported that the High Priest was visiting my wife's residence, so I came to see if he might be talking nonsense again..."
He deliberately stretched out his words, then stared at the high priest and twisted the corner of his mouth coldly.
"I heard something very interesting."
"Well, did you hear that?"
"That's why I asked."
Asian threw away the coat that he used only perfunctorily.
Then, he casually sat down in the empty seat between Hestia and the High Priest.
"But are everyone's ears clogged? Why isn't anyone answering? I asked. What kind of bullshit is this?"
He knows it's a harsh sound for Hestia to hear. But Aslan was now unable to refine his words.
Meanwhile, a light breathing sound was heard from Hestia.
Aan's eyebrows, which were already raised, became steeper at that small sound.
He instinctively realized right away that Hestia did not want to talk more about this.
And as expected.
"I'll explain, the high Priest can just leave."
Hestia issued a congratulatory command to the High Priest.
She had a solemn face as if she was going to handle Aslan's anger alone.
The face of the High Priest, who was at a loss as to what to do, straightened slightly.
"Well, see you next time, Saintess."
The moment when he stood up hesitantly and tried to leave.
"Sit down."
Aslan ordered coldly and arrogantly.
The High Priest flinched instinctively. Although he was obviously older, he was so overwhelmed by the energy Aslan gave off that he could not go against his orders.
Asian smiled brightly.
"Seeing it like this makes me even more curious."
He crossed his arms and tilted his head to one side. Golden eyes shone beneath his falling bangs.
The high Priest just gulped dry saliva, and Hestia lowered her gaze and maintained her silence.
"How on earth is this story so great that you are trying to hide it like this?
He can just pretend he didn't hear it.
Aslan wasn't even remotely interested in things like the temple.
However, the reason Aslan had to go through the trouble of interjecting like this and going through the trouble of talking back was because the word 'what happened six years ago' came up in their conversation.
6 years ago.
Yes. A lot of things must have happened that year.
But among them, there was only one thing that happened six years ago that had to be hidden from Aslan.
'The Great War.'
He intuitively knew that it was referring to what happened at that time.
Aslan twisted the corner of his lips.
He did not give up and looked at the High Priest, who had risen again and issued a final warning.
"If you're curious, go out. What happens?"
It seemed like he was giving him a choice, but in reality, it was no different from a threat.
This was because Jerome went to the door without realizing it and blocked the entrance.
A tense tension hung between the three.
Aslan acted leisurely as if he had no intention of backing down.
Only after a long time had passed did Hestia open her mouth.
"it's nothing. Aslan, you heard wrong."
"You keep your mouth shut. It seems like you have no intention of telling a proper story anyway."
Aslan turned towards the High Priest and asked.
The slightly curved golden eyes seemed to hold a blade, and the High Priest swallowed dryly.
"Please tell me, High Priest. What happened six years ago that my wife had to hide from me?"
"..."
"You asked it yourself. Did Duke Kalathi know it?"
"Well, you heard wrong."
With the high Priest, they decided to stick out our flippers. It wasn't a very effective operation.
"I heard this is why I don't like temple bastards. To put it nicely, I don't understand what you're saying."
Aslan clicked his tongue roughly as if to make them listen.
"Do you think I'm giving you a chance now?"
Aslan was lost in thought for a moment, tapping his fingertips on the table, then quickly kicked off his hair and stood up.
As soon as he pulled the string, Madame Philippa came into the room.
"Did you call me?"
"Lady Philippa, you will personally ensure that Hestia does not leave her room from this hour onwards."
Madame Philippa was so surprised that she couldn't answer and her eyes were wide open.
Ignoring Lady Philippa's behavior, he turned his gaze to Jerome.
"Jerome, detain High Priest in the dungeon."
Hestia and the High Priest's faces lifted up in surprise at the command that seemed like a lightning strike.
“Aslan!"
“Duke Kalathi!What rude... !"
"If you're in a place so cold that it wakes you up, you'll remember what you have to say to me."
Aslan gave the command in a cold voice and turned toward the door as if he had nothing more to do in this room
Hestia raised her voice to change Aslan's mind.
“Aslan!”
However, he only looked back with cold eyes and warned in an eerily low voice.
"Don't listen to what I say in vain. Please wait quietly in this room until I find you again. If even one step comes out, I won't be able to guarantee the safety of others."
Leaving a bloody warning behind, Asian left the room without looking back.
"Saintess!"
The High Priest dragged away and called out to Hestia, but there was nothing she could do.
***
Hestia waited for Aslan.
He was a man who came to her bedroom like a migratory bird every day, so she thought he would do the same this time, no matter how angry he was.
So, despite her drowsiness, she stayed up all night waiting for him, but Hestia could not even see Aslan's shadow.
'Aslan...''
After that, Aslan did not visit Hestia's room.
Perhaps not satisfied with Lady Philippa, Aslan deployed Jerome and other knights additionally.
They guarded her door all day and night.
Hestia tried to leave her room several times, but she was blocked by the knights each time.
"I want to meet Aslan. I'm going to see him, so please get out of my way."
"It's not possible. Stay in your room. That is His Excellency's command."
"Then, let him know that I want to meet him."
"I will."
Hestia begged every day, but there was no answer from him.
As days passed by, he didn't come to visit her, and Hestia's face only grew wilder.
The good news in this worst situation is that only she was restricted from going out, and the minimum number of people allowed to visit her.
Angela and Mrs. Philippa.
"Princess, what on earth is going on?"
Angela felt intimidated every time she went in and out due to the suddenly tight security and expressed this to Hestia.
But this matter was beyond Hestia's control, so she had nothing to say to her.
For Hestia anyway, her only connection to the outside world was Angela, so she tried to figure out the situation through her.
"What about the High Priest? What happened? Is he released?"
Angela shook her head.
"No. Other people from the capital are also protesting, but the Duke is not even listening."
She knew it was a meaningless question.
Whether she reveals the truth or not, she won't be able to get out of that dungeon with the High Priest.
'Then wouldn't it be better for me to speak first?'
But...
Hestia didn't expect how Aslan would react when he found out everything.
Nevertheless, Hestia's heart was getting closer and closer to revealing the whole truth.
From the conversation between her and the other High Priest, he clearly knew there was something secret.
'Given Aslan's personality, he will find out somehow.'
In that case, Hestia thought it would be better to at least explain the situation in her own words.
Hestia, who had made up her mind, weakly opened her mouth.
"If anything changes outside, please let me know."
"Yes, Princess. Okay."
And there was one more visitor to Hestia.
Dulcinea.
"I heard you can't eat. I thought it would be good to have some tea..."
Although she didn't have any particular thoughts, Hestia couldn't reject those feelings.
This was because Angela and Madame Philippa insisted that she at least have tea as she continued to be unable to eat properly.
Hestia, who did not want to worry even people she did not care about, continued to drink the tea that Dulcinea gave her.
Then one day.
The news she had been waiting for finally came to Hestia.
That day as well, Hestia was drinking tea with Dulcinea.
When she was almost finished with the tea, she heard a knocking sound.
"Madam, this is Philippa."
"Please come in."
After Madame Philippa greeted Hestia politely, she announced her purpose.
"The owner is stopping by tonight...He told me to convey his message to you not to sleep and to wait."
“At las...!”
Hestia's face lit up.
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