'Did Melanie suffer such humiliation?'
For some reason, the savages who had been acting wild have become quite recently, and the supply routes that had been blocked have opened up, making food more abundant than before.
'It all started when that woman came here.'
That's why Valletta was confident.
The woman trapped here has some special ability.
His Highness the Crown Prince, who recognized her ability, confined her, and used her like that.
'Then you could do a little better...'
Valletta felt sorry for the woman.
The woman, who had lost much weight since she couldn't eat properly, had been in worse health recently.
At first, she seemed to be just listless, but now she's been having nosebleeds almost every other day.
“Try some of this.”
Valletta said, placing the cold soup and bread in front of Ellie.
Then it was when she took off the gag that she had put in her mouth to feed her.
The woman who had been coughing continuously began to breathe heavily, and soon she began spitting out red blood.
Surprised by this, Valletta quickly wiped the woman's mouth with the handkerchief she was holding.
"Oh my God...!"
But the red blood was gushing as if it was going to spill out all of the woman's intestines.
'She might die like this!'
Valletta, sensing that the situation was not good, spoke to Ellie.
“I, I’ll go and get someone who can help!”
Then she ran straight to the Crown Prince.
To save the poor woman who was dying.
Boom, boom.
The red drops of blood that had gathered under my lips echoed throughout the warehouse.
Is it because my eyes are covered?
My hearing, which had become particularly sensitive, even picked up the sound of blood drops hitting the floor, giving me goosebumps.
But there was no way for me to stop the sound.
Because my hands were still tied behind my back, not even giving me the freedom to wipe my lips.
My body was getting worse day by day.
Because the power had to be used every day while the internal injuries had not yet fully healed, there was nobody left.
Ernest was incredibly aware of the limits of my power.
How much should you use it to keep it from dying and for a long time?
He was using me for the best possible purpose without letting me die.
He mostly just gave orders to bring people to him and control them, but he never gave orders to kill or harm people with my power.
‘I guess I’m not going out today...’
I could only go outside when I used my powers, and only at those moments could I escape the tight blindfold and gag in her mouth.
And every time, the situation in the village that seemed to pass by was getting better day by day.
'Still, that's fortunate.'
Because my power helped a little.
Was it because I wanted to escape the guilt of having committed treason?
Ironically, I felt relieved that things were stabilizing here.
In the first place, I was the one who pushed these people into this place, so how can I take comfort in seeing their lives progress?
'Hypocrite.'
I let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Then I leaned against the wall and quietly took a deep breath.
'I want to rest.'
I wanted to just relax and do nothing on a soft bed.
I just wanted to sleep all day, soaking in warm water and covered in a cozy blanket.
What I desperately needed now was rest.
Or at least escape from this stifling confinement.
“Ugh...”
The pain that had been quiet for a while came rushing back like a tidal wave.
There must have been something like hot lava boiling inside.
Hurt.
It hurt so much that I just wanted to pass out.
'Carsis.'
And whenever this pain came, I always thought of Carsis.
The man's hands gently stroked my back and his lips shared our warm breath.
It was a time when I was trying to forget my pain by feeling his warmth warming my cold body.
There was a rattling sound and a presence was felt.
'Is that the woman...'
The woman who always brought me food was very kind to me, perhaps out of pity for me.
If I have a nosebleed or something, she always wipes it with a warm, wet towel.
But soon, a familiar voice brushed past my ear and I realized that I was wrong.
“You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
Ernest said, running his thumb over the bloodstain at the corner of my mouth.
It was a rather cold voice for someone looking at his own wife.
“Can I help you?”
Although he didn't explain in detail how he would help, I knew instinctively.
That he meant to heal me with the power he possessed.
The power of healing.
Because it was not just Carsis's ability, but a power passed down through the blood of the Clepius royal family.
The blindfold he had taken off fell to the floor with a thud.
I frowned at the sudden burst of light. Even the faint light shining through the small window that helped ventilate the warehouse was too much for me.
It took a while to adjust to that liberated view.
My focus slowly began to adjust as if she was becoming a little accustomed to the light.
Towards the man within my reach.
Then I came face to face with Ernest, who was soaking in a sense of superiority.
“Just ask, and I’ll be happy to help you.”
It was similar to the red pupils of Carsis, but slightly different, and clashed with the scarlet eyes in the air.
At the same time, I remembered the kiss with Carsis that had comforted me.
That ecstatic sensation that soothed the intense pain as soon as my lips touched it.
'Is it okay if I just ask?'
So will this pain that feels like my insides are melting go away?
If so...
If only it could really happen.
I could even lick a man's feet.
So I begged the man.
“Help me...”
Please release me from this pain quickly.
An alarm was ringing in my head telling me not to do that, but my survival instinct was stronger than that and took over everything.
Bow your head to Ernest and lick his feet.
So, kiss him, mix the flesh with him, and survive.
A bitter smile appeared on Ernest's lips at my answer.
Immediately after, the man's eyes filled with lust at the sound of my sorrowful voice.
“As much as you want.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ernest's lips covered my mouth.
The bitter taste of iron lingered in his mouth, but to Ernest, it tasted as sweet as a ripe pomegranate.
Even though he knew that the end of that mistake would be destruction.
He couldn't resist the sweet temptation that led him to hell.
It was a split second.
Our breaths were entangled.
The man's hand swept down my nape as if trying to quench a thirst he had been enduring for a long time.
Golden hair flowed between his fingers.
A wet sound echoed through the gap between the crooked heads.
Sometimes, our heavy breathing would mix in, and we would cling to each other and rush towards each other.
For some, it's love and hate for an ex-lover, and for others, it's simply a survival instinct.
Somewhat roughly, like beasts trying to satisfy their own desires.
How much time has passed?
My eyes, which had been accepting Ernest, slowly opened.
'Weird.'
With a look in his eyes as if something was wrong.
'Why...'
By now the pain that was suffocating me should have subsided, but why?
'Nothing changes?'
My brow furrowed at the pain that still tormented me.
A kiss with Ernest did not satisfy my need to survive.
My body still felt like it was rotting away, and my head ached as if my skull was going to break.
But the man's hand, unaware of my condition, gradually began to move downward.
Ernest's hand, which had been sweeping down my back past the nape of my neck, settled on the inside of my thigh.
Cougj.
Once again, hot blood flowed down my esophagus and invaded my mouth.
And it made Ernest's blood, which had been burning with lust, run cold.
“...Ellie?”
Ernest, startled by the sudden taste of iron through our lips, turned away from me.
Then, red blood mixed with saliva flowed down from between my lips.
The heavy silence between us was filled by my dry cough.
'The body...'
My body is not getting better.
It's different from when I kissed Carsis.
Ernest's kiss, like cold water sprinkled on hot ground, neither soothed my pain nor gave me the ecstasy of being reborn.
For some reason, the savages who had been acting wild have become quite recently, and the supply routes that had been blocked have opened up, making food more abundant than before.
'It all started when that woman came here.'
That's why Valletta was confident.
The woman trapped here has some special ability.
His Highness the Crown Prince, who recognized her ability, confined her, and used her like that.
'Then you could do a little better...'
Valletta felt sorry for the woman.
The woman, who had lost much weight since she couldn't eat properly, had been in worse health recently.
At first, she seemed to be just listless, but now she's been having nosebleeds almost every other day.
“Try some of this.”
Valletta said, placing the cold soup and bread in front of Ellie.
Then it was when she took off the gag that she had put in her mouth to feed her.
The woman who had been coughing continuously began to breathe heavily, and soon she began spitting out red blood.
Surprised by this, Valletta quickly wiped the woman's mouth with the handkerchief she was holding.
"Oh my God...!"
But the red blood was gushing as if it was going to spill out all of the woman's intestines.
'She might die like this!'
Valletta, sensing that the situation was not good, spoke to Ellie.
“I, I’ll go and get someone who can help!”
Then she ran straight to the Crown Prince.
To save the poor woman who was dying.
***
Boom, boom.
The red drops of blood that had gathered under my lips echoed throughout the warehouse.
Is it because my eyes are covered?
My hearing, which had become particularly sensitive, even picked up the sound of blood drops hitting the floor, giving me goosebumps.
But there was no way for me to stop the sound.
Because my hands were still tied behind my back, not even giving me the freedom to wipe my lips.
My body was getting worse day by day.
Because the power had to be used every day while the internal injuries had not yet fully healed, there was nobody left.
Ernest was incredibly aware of the limits of my power.
How much should you use it to keep it from dying and for a long time?
He was using me for the best possible purpose without letting me die.
He mostly just gave orders to bring people to him and control them, but he never gave orders to kill or harm people with my power.
‘I guess I’m not going out today...’
I could only go outside when I used my powers, and only at those moments could I escape the tight blindfold and gag in her mouth.
And every time, the situation in the village that seemed to pass by was getting better day by day.
'Still, that's fortunate.'
Because my power helped a little.
Was it because I wanted to escape the guilt of having committed treason?
Ironically, I felt relieved that things were stabilizing here.
In the first place, I was the one who pushed these people into this place, so how can I take comfort in seeing their lives progress?
'Hypocrite.'
I let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Then I leaned against the wall and quietly took a deep breath.
'I want to rest.'
I wanted to just relax and do nothing on a soft bed.
I just wanted to sleep all day, soaking in warm water and covered in a cozy blanket.
What I desperately needed now was rest.
Or at least escape from this stifling confinement.
“Ugh...”
The pain that had been quiet for a while came rushing back like a tidal wave.
There must have been something like hot lava boiling inside.
Hurt.
It hurt so much that I just wanted to pass out.
'Carsis.'
And whenever this pain came, I always thought of Carsis.
The man's hands gently stroked my back and his lips shared our warm breath.
It was a time when I was trying to forget my pain by feeling his warmth warming my cold body.
There was a rattling sound and a presence was felt.
'Is that the woman...'
The woman who always brought me food was very kind to me, perhaps out of pity for me.
If I have a nosebleed or something, she always wipes it with a warm, wet towel.
But soon, a familiar voice brushed past my ear and I realized that I was wrong.
“You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
Ernest said, running his thumb over the bloodstain at the corner of my mouth.
It was a rather cold voice for someone looking at his own wife.
“Can I help you?”
Although he didn't explain in detail how he would help, I knew instinctively.
That he meant to heal me with the power he possessed.
The power of healing.
Because it was not just Carsis's ability, but a power passed down through the blood of the Clepius royal family.
The blindfold he had taken off fell to the floor with a thud.
I frowned at the sudden burst of light. Even the faint light shining through the small window that helped ventilate the warehouse was too much for me.
It took a while to adjust to that liberated view.
My focus slowly began to adjust as if she was becoming a little accustomed to the light.
Towards the man within my reach.
Then I came face to face with Ernest, who was soaking in a sense of superiority.
“Just ask, and I’ll be happy to help you.”
It was similar to the red pupils of Carsis, but slightly different, and clashed with the scarlet eyes in the air.
At the same time, I remembered the kiss with Carsis that had comforted me.
That ecstatic sensation that soothed the intense pain as soon as my lips touched it.
'Is it okay if I just ask?'
So will this pain that feels like my insides are melting go away?
If so...
If only it could really happen.
I could even lick a man's feet.
So I begged the man.
“Help me...”
Please release me from this pain quickly.
An alarm was ringing in my head telling me not to do that, but my survival instinct was stronger than that and took over everything.
Bow your head to Ernest and lick his feet.
So, kiss him, mix the flesh with him, and survive.
A bitter smile appeared on Ernest's lips at my answer.
Immediately after, the man's eyes filled with lust at the sound of my sorrowful voice.
“As much as you want.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ernest's lips covered my mouth.
The bitter taste of iron lingered in his mouth, but to Ernest, it tasted as sweet as a ripe pomegranate.
Even though he knew that the end of that mistake would be destruction.
He couldn't resist the sweet temptation that led him to hell.
It was a split second.
Our breaths were entangled.
The man's hand swept down my nape as if trying to quench a thirst he had been enduring for a long time.
Golden hair flowed between his fingers.
A wet sound echoed through the gap between the crooked heads.
Sometimes, our heavy breathing would mix in, and we would cling to each other and rush towards each other.
For some, it's love and hate for an ex-lover, and for others, it's simply a survival instinct.
Somewhat roughly, like beasts trying to satisfy their own desires.
How much time has passed?
My eyes, which had been accepting Ernest, slowly opened.
'Weird.'
With a look in his eyes as if something was wrong.
'Why...'
By now the pain that was suffocating me should have subsided, but why?
'Nothing changes?'
My brow furrowed at the pain that still tormented me.
A kiss with Ernest did not satisfy my need to survive.
My body still felt like it was rotting away, and my head ached as if my skull was going to break.
But the man's hand, unaware of my condition, gradually began to move downward.
Ernest's hand, which had been sweeping down my back past the nape of my neck, settled on the inside of my thigh.
Cougj.
Once again, hot blood flowed down my esophagus and invaded my mouth.
And it made Ernest's blood, which had been burning with lust, run cold.
“...Ellie?”
Ernest, startled by the sudden taste of iron through our lips, turned away from me.
Then, red blood mixed with saliva flowed down from between my lips.
The heavy silence between us was filled by my dry cough.
'The body...'
My body is not getting better.
It's different from when I kissed Carsis.
Ernest's kiss, like cold water sprinkled on hot ground, neither soothed my pain nor gave me the ecstasy of being reborn.
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