"My lord, Master, the wound..."
"Shut up! Shut your mouth!"
Red drops of blood dripped from the torn wound on his temple as he screamed.
It seems that because so many things were thrown around, even after cleaning, broken and fragmented pieces remained on the floor.
"Those things that should be killed, these filthy things-!"
With his bloody face covered in lacerations and a wicked expression, he looked like a devil reincarnated from hell.
At that moment, when no one was able to approach Samon because he was too scared, a woman approached him.
"Lean on me."
She wiped his face, which was stained with blood and dust, and helped him up with all his might.
"Before I rip your face off... Marieu?"
Samon, who had been shouting, stopped.
He blinked as if he couldn't believe the identity of the woman who had suddenly appeared.
The woman smiled broadly.
"That's right, darling. It's me."
"Is that really you? Why are you here..."
Samon's madness stopped for a moment, as he was surprised by Marieu's sudden appearance.
"Let's talk later. Here, help me!"
Only when she asked for help did the people come forward.
"Get out of here! What are you doing! Get this girl out of my sight right now!"
But as if he had been surprised, Samon pushed Marieu away and went crazy again.
Samon felt ashamed to the point of going crazy, showing his crippled appearance to his ex-lover who he had thrown away like an old pair of shoes.
He didn't even notice the blood dripping from the torn wound.
"Master!"
The doctor who was examining the condition of the bridge made a serious expression.
"If you keep doing this, the wound will get worse and take longer to heal. You should use sleeping pills to keep him from going crazy."
"Yes, Sir, I will do everything you say. Please don't leave and help me."
As Marieu nodded and continued to talk, Samon became more violent. He grabbed his clothes, tore them off, and threw everything he could see.
'What is that! How can that little girl deceive me!'
"Don't you hear me! Make that woman invisible to me! Now these bastards are going to look at me like a retard!"
"Yes, yes, I will do that, so please, hold on."
Even after Marieu was dragged out by the servants and disappeared from sight, Samon continued to breathe heavily.
"You rotten things! You dare bring that girl in front of me? Do you want me to get angry and die? I'll hang you all."
"Lord. Master. We just-"
"When I speak, just shut up and do as I say. Are you making fun of me because I'm a cripple?!"
As he glowed, blood started flowing again from the wound that had stopped for a moment.
"Should I see if I can tear you all apart one by one?! Huh?!"
The terrified servant quickly covered Samon's mouth with cotton soaked in sleeping pills.
Samon's eyelids slowly closed at the strong blow.
That evening when Samon chased Marieu away.
As the dark of night fell, maids walked past Samon's room.
"It's strange, it's so quiet."
"It couldn't be otherwise. The master was so excited that I barely managed to put him to sleep with sleeping pills."
"But it's about time he woke up..."
"I guess the medicine still hasn't fallen off. Ugh, what's the point of worrying about that? If he wakes up, all he'll do is find fault with you and make a fuss."
The quiet night, in which the owner's voice was rarely heard, lowered the vigilance of the mansion people.
The maid turned her head quickly to make sure no one was around, then stuck out her lips.
"They only catch us, the lower class, like rats. They can't even open their mouths to the Valdinians or the royal family..."
"What can he do? He can't even dream of becoming an Emperor anymore, so he has to do it anyway."
The servants of this mansion were as cunning and clever as their master.
So now that the master was disabled and no longer in a position to advance, he was no longer as threatening as he once was.
"If you don't like it, just leave it here and go somewhere else. Isn't that right? As the master said, who would want to be with a cripple like that?"
"That's right. Let's go quickly so we don't go in and get beaten up. We were busy today."
The whispering maids left the place at a brisk pace.
Samon's room was still quiet.
"Ugh. Ugh..."
He was still wandering through nightmares.
Bright red flames flickered before his eyes, and pieces of stone wall rained down above his head.
He was trapped in the nightmare of that day.
"Please, no, no..."
Samon was stuck in the rubble and couldn't move. His right leg, which was crushed, was now nothing but pain.
'Help me, save me!'
He shouted with a curse, but his tongue was tied and no sound came out. Samon held back tears.
'I don't want to die. I don't want to die, please, please...'
When his fear of death reached its peak, a gentle hand touched him.
The warm air touched his stiff body and she carefully wiped away the sweat that had formed on his forehead.
Pat. Pat.
She gently touched Samon's chest.
"Darling, please be comfortable. Don't get sick. Okay?"
A tearful voice, full of worry.
He felt his screaming body calm down surprisingly.
The body that had been trapped between the collapsed stone walls was slowly released. The nightmare also retreated as if it had never happened before.
Samon opened his hazy eyes.
To confirm the person who ended this horrible nightmare.
"Mariu, why are you still... here?"
But when he noticed the red-haired beauty sitting next to him, Samon grimaced.
"Darling, you need help."
Samon roughly pushed away the white hand that was coming up over the bandage.
He bit his lip. Anger boiled inside him as he thought that he had been caught in the humiliating sight of his nightmare.
"I want to help."
"Get out! Are you laughing at me? Do you not know that I am suing you for abandoning me?"
Marieu shook her head. Her large eyes were filled with tears, yet firm.
"I just couldn't stand to see you suffer. Even now I think you're suffering from nightmares so much..."
"..."
"There's no one by your side anyway. Where is the Fourth Princess? What about your family? Everyone is afraid of you, and no one understands your pain. How much pain and suffering you are in... That's why I'm stepping forward."
Samon paused.
He couldn't deny what Marieu said.
Before he lost his leg, there were still those who came and went from the mansion, calculating that Samon could replace Peleus and claim the throne.
But now that Samon had completely lost his chance as successor, there was no contact from the Emperor of Katzen.
He was abandoned.
The saying that a person's heart is different when he leaves and when he returns has never felt so real.
Samon, who had been stabbed in the back, glared at Marieu.
Then, it would be possible to gauge the truth, her sincerity.
"Shut up. You little punk! Do you think you're worthy of my position after all this trouble I've caused?! I don't need any of that! Stop acting like a brat and get out!"
"I hate myself like this too. I still resent you, but when I heard you were sick I couldn't just sit still, what should I do?"
Marieu shed tears.
"Just, don't say anything. I know what you mean, so just stay with me."
Samon raised his arm and covered his eyes. A heavy darkness fell over him.
"Just sleep. Don't think about anything I'll be here..."
"... When I open my eyes, if I see you again, I won't let you live."
Although Samon tried to threaten, his previous murderous intent had long since died down.
"Darling, go to sleep. You'll only have sweet dreams this time."
A warm hand patted him.
And true to her words, the nightmare never came back to him that night.
The next day, Samon woke up to the sunlight streaming in through the window.
And then he found Marieu sleeping next to him.
"..."
"Oh, my goodness. How could this girl be here? I'll kick her out right away."
It was when the servant who had found Samon's bedroom rolled up his sleeves and approached Marieu to grab her by the hair.
"Just leave her."
"Yes?"
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