THIBV - Chapter 19

I tried to come to my senses by pinching and clawing at my body. My teeth were gritting.

'Isaac would do something like this!"

Who did he sell me to? My body trembled with anger and my blood ran hot.

I knew he was a vicious and mean man, but I didn't know he was crazy enough to sell his wife to another man.

It was such an ugly bottom that even Bridget's imagination could not reach it to be wary of and prepared for such things.

No matter how much I gritted my teeth, my memories would occasionally break out.

I was in a carriage, then was moved by someone, and before I knew it, I was free from my bonds and on an unfamiliar bed.

'Come to your senses, please...

The maid who entered the room at that moment frowned at me.

"What, you didn't fall asleep."

She left the room and came back with a cup of lukewarm water.

"Drink."

"That...!"

"You took a sleeping pill. I told you it would be good for you to drink it. The Count does not like to embrace a woman who resists."

It was a chilling statement. There was not a shred of sympathy on the maid's face.

Despite my resistance, the maid forced me to eat it.

After wiping up the spilled water, the maid tied my wrists and left.

After a while, an old man came in.

"Well. okay. Okay."

The old man muttered with satisfaction as if he had received a nice gift. Even as I was falling into a deep sleep, I tried to see his face. But my vision was blurry.

The old man's hand stroked my cheek from side to side. Even though my body was dull, I shuddered at the unpleasant touch.

The old man didn't care if I wasn't asleep.

Because I was tied up and my eyes were half-closed. It seemed like I would fall asleep at any moment.

"Hehe, you have a nice face. Your body too. I thought you were skinny, but you're quite resilient."

I wanted to tell him to stop, but my throat was so tight that I couldn't make a sound.

The old man caressed my hands and wrists and slowly stroked my hair as if trying to savor the moment.

Everything was like a nightmare.

'Rather...'

I wanted to bite my tongue and die.

But instead of biting my own tongue...

"Ahh!"

I bit the old man's finger, which was touching my lips, with all my might.

The old man screamed and threw me off.

I wanted to cut off his finger, but I regret that he only ended up with a wound because I didn't have the strength in my body.

"This bitch!"

The old man, who was groaning while holding his injured hand, swung his hand at me in anger.

Slap!

"Ugh!"

My head turned. I hoped that my lips would burst after being hit so hard that I would come to my senses.

But the drowsiness was not easily shaken off.

As the medicine given by the maid here began to take effect, I was having more and more trouble coming to my senses.

The languid body no longer moved.

The old man took a deep breath, then glared at me and spoke threateningly.

"I tried to treat you nicely, but since it turned out like this, I'm going to treat you very roughly."

Please.

Tears flowed in despair. I was scared and disgusted. Is this really how it's going to end up?

'Please.'

Oh God, save me.

I prayed fervently in my helplessness. That was all I could do.

"Poisonous. But what else can you do, you little bitch? Hehe. I'll make you not want to open your eyes."

But at that moment.

I felt my whole body darken.

This was even though many candles were brightly lighting the room.

'Is this a dream?'

I eventually fell asleep and thought I was dreaming.

Otherwise, the sight of so much magic swallowing up the entire area in an instant would have been unrealistic.

As the tide rose and the sea rose, black fog rose into the room at a frightening speed.

Magi is not a fast-moving being, and it gathers little by little while taking root in one place, so it was an unusual phenomenon for this kind of magi to gather all at once.

I knew someone who was causing these strange phenomena.

This had to be a dream since he couldn't possibly be here at that time.

'Julian...'

Tears flowed.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I blacked out.

Not realizing that there was a commotion outside the room.

***

"Count!"

Someone blew open the door.

"What the hell is going on!"

The Count of Kensington, who had been taking off Bridget's slip, turned around nervously.

"Important order... gasp!"

What caught the eye of the Count of Kensington as he turned around was a knight in black armor emitting a puff of black smoke.

"Ahh!"

The servant's scream was cut down along with his body.

Boom! Crunch!

The corpse, split in two, lay on the floor, spurting blood.

The Count of Kensington sat down, shuddering.

"That, the black knight..."

An ignorant and insensitive inanimate object born from a curse.

That thing, neither human nor anything else, stared at the Count.

Where the eyes should have been, there was only a black hole that seemed to suck in the light.

"Huh...Ugh..."

The black knight approached the Count without making a sound.

The Count shivered and crawled on the bed, trying to get as far away from It as possible.

But there was more than just one black knight.

The black knights who had entered the room lined up in a row, surrounding the room. The line was precise and without any errors.

And soon someone's footsteps were heard.

What appeared among the black knights, piercing through the darkness of the hallway.

"Your Majesty...!"

He was a man with hair as black as the Black Knight and eerie bloodshot eyes.

He walked leisurely through the black knights and stood tall before the Count of Kensington.

The man was like a mythical demon who lured people with his beautiful appearance and stole their souls.

It was so unrealistic that it was almost creepy at first glance, as it seemed even more beautiful in the dark.

He smelled strongly of blood. The Iron-Blooded King. Julian Blake.

The Count, faced with a cruel tyrant who was bringing death, turned pale as if he had seen a messenger of death.

The Count, like Bridget, could not see the magi, but he felt something suffocating filling the room.

It wasn't just a feeling. Many candles in the room began to burn out like seeds at the end of their wicks, then suddenly went out.

'Wow, my breath...'

A thick magic aura choked the count's breathing.

Even in the darkness, the bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.

"Save me, save me, save me! Save me, save me!"

He couldn't even ask why the King had appeared in his mansion, and just folded his hands and begged.

Julian was not a King who killed for a cause.

Few of the many deaths he caused were ever explained.

A tyrant who enjoys killing.

The Count of Kensington thought that he had simply been unlucky to become his prey today.

There were already several nobles who had offended Julian and then disappeared overnight.

"Please save me, please..."

Julian looked at the Count of Kensington, who was crying and snotting his eyes.

A gaze emptier than the empty eyes sockets of the black knight, who was not a living being, swept over the Count.

The Count shuddered at the creepy gaze.

"Count."

"Please..."

"Did you touch it?"

Julian asked softly. His voice was dry.

"Yes...? Yes, yes? What..."

The Count of Kensington, beside himself with fear, looked at Julian, trembling like an aspen leaf.

Julian snatched the sword from the knight beside him and held it near the Count of Kensington's cheek.

The sword made of curses emitted pitch-black smoke like those rising from the knights' bodies.

It was a smoke that gave a cold and unpleasant feeling.

"Eek!"

The Count who touched it flinched and shrank his neck.

Then Julian tapped the Count's cheek with the back of his sword and asked again.

"Did you touch it?"

"What, what, what..."

Julian, as if he wasn't really curious about the Count's answer, hit the Count's head with the back of his sword and pushed it away, then looked at Bridget, who was behind him.

His eyes scanned the blood at the corner of Bridget's mouth and the bruises on her body, one by one.

For the first time, emotion appeared on his face.

"You touched it."

It was anger.

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