“My father was like that too. I was getting married soon...”
“So you’re telling me to send him away without even punishing him?”
Else turned pale and stiff. She pursed her lips and clasped her hands tightly together in front of her chest. The wedding was just around the corner. One of the servants had been kicked out of the castle, and she could clearly see what people would say if it was revealed that the servant was the man who had been sleeping with the Viscount's daughter.
Since it had come to this, it would have been right to make up an excuse and cut off Ian. Perhaps, if she hadn't been so messed up in front of the servants, she might have been able to come up with another excuse other than cowardice. However, too many eyes had already seen it and Else looked like this. Her hair and chest were all messed up...
“You said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of the wedding. And with Sir Millium... there would be a lot of trouble if you sent the servant away injured.”
It was definitely so. It was the castle where the prospective bride and fiancée stayed. The territory was small, but the words were fast. Sir Roxanne had a mining business in Kalagore, the royal capital. If his acquaintance who visited on the wedding day heard about Else’s scandal and what had happened today and moved to the royal capital, it would be a great stain on Sir Roxanne’s reputation. Else got down from the bed and knelt down.
“Please. Father. This is probably an outcome that even Lord Roxanne doesn’t want...”
Elliot, with a cold face, looked down at Else as if he was crushing her. Suddenly, a sound was heard from outside the door.
“Come in.”
The butler came in at the father's command.
“Both were moved underground.”
At his words, Else bit her lips. She was afraid that something might have happened to Ian, but then her heart, which was dripping with fluid, caught fire.
“And Sir Millium said he would like to see him for a moment.”
"Wake up."
At the butler's words, Elliot gave an order. Else groaned and bowed her head.
“I will handle this matter.”
"Father..."
“I bought it, so it is right for me to dispose of it. Do you have any objections?”
"...No."
Else shook her head. Elliot’s cold gaze left her. Else slowly raised her head and stared at her father, who was talking to the butler. Her father had never laid a hand on Ian. No matter how hard he treated Else, he never locked him up or beat him.
It was because he didn't want to make a fuss in the castle. Even though the line between master and servant was clear, that was also the reason why he just gave Ian a warning every time he rebelled. Because he didn't want to create trouble. He was a man who valued his peaceful daily life more than Else's honor. So he wanted to let it go this time too. He had told him enough that if he made a big deal out of it, it would just become a hassle. So...
“Get out.”
After finishing his conversation with the butler, Elliot spoke coldly to Else. Else lowered her head and tried to leave the bedroom.
“You don’t plan on meeting Millium like that, do you?”
Suddenly, a cold voice was heard. Else turned around. She rubbed her dry eyes and shook her head. Elliot frowned. Else greeted him again and left the bedroom. Every step she took was precarious as if she were walking in a dream.
"Your Majesty."
The soft call was weak and faint. The dungeon was damp and dark, teeming with rats and insects. Inside the bars that did not let in a single ray of light, Liena stared at her King with her lips pursed. Baron Obron would be wandering outside the castle with his vassals. Cesar, who had come in as a blacksmith and accompanied the King. And Oscar...
The King and Liena had waited patiently for this day. Liena, who had been feeling the rag-strewn floor, raised her head. As the deep midnight passed and the darkness gradually cleared, her insides burned.
Caesar was a vassal sent by Sir Oscar. He gathered the lords of the eastern and southern regions around Sir Oscar and moved the army while avoiding Philip's eyes. When dawn came, the basin of Lugdun would be covered by the army led by Sir Oscar for the restoration of the King.
The King would be at the head of them, and Liena would finally leave this damned land and return home. However... A long hand swept down her thigh that had been kicked. Cesar, who had visited Sir Oscar with Baron Obron, had met the King this afternoon.
It was the time before the knights' visit at midnight. The King had not moved an inch in Else's bedroom since the night before. Even though he had finished all that work, he did not like being tied down to Else. And then in the evening.
'Have you ever experienced being a woman?'
The King held a ribbon and a few long strands of hair in his hands. Else may know, but the King had a habit of keeping ribbons that had touched her hair or bodily fluids after they slept together. He had maintained that habit for a long time, and today, he was tracing Else’s ribbon and pink hair with his eyes. At that moment, Liena felt angry, and instead of letting out her anger, she glared at him. The King, who had lifted his head from the ribbon, had a calm expression on his face.
'What are you talking about?'
'I'm talking about my woman.'
It was Else's story again. Liena swallowed a sigh and bit her lips. Even as she prepared to go back, it was about that woman. She was going to be someone else's wife anyway. The King had a fiancée, and even if he didn't marry his current fiancée, Else would never be by his side. And that worthless woman had molested and raped the King.
She was a woman who had dragged the King into bed, even though she was only the daughter of a Viscount. Even if she didn't know that he was the runaway King, she was a dirty woman who had sex with her servant. It was unpleasant in many ways, but the most horrible thing was that the King often thought about a woman with such behavior.
Sometimes, it seemed that what was important to him was not the restoration, but the Viscount's daughter. It must have been that girl's fault that he was taking so long to return. Liena sighed. She tried not to think like that, but now, looking at the King's unfocused eyes...
'She's jealous of you. She thinks you're a woman to me.'
The King pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a precocious smile. The more he pulled at his lips, the darker the light in his eyes became. Liena stared blankly at him and moved her lips.
'So, pretend to be a woman.'
'Yes?'
'I want to see Else cry with her face distorted.'
'Your Majesty.'
'Nothing is sweeter to me than that.'
What does the Viscount's daughter mean to the King? Liena looked at the King's blue-gray eyes with a hard face. He was looking down the hall below the railing, not at Liena. Just then, the Viscount's daughter got up and was coming up the stairs. Her slow steps often creaked.
'I will carry out your orders as your subject.'
The King did not respond. The Viscount’s daughter headed to the balcony. The King stared blankly at Liena. Embarrassed by his gaze, she let out a desperate cry to him. The woman came out of the balcony, perhaps because she heard the awkward nasal sound. As the woman wandered down the hallway, the King pressed his body against Liena. His hand lifted her skirt and groped her thigh.
For a moment, her heart pounded. To Liena, the King was not a man, but a King. However, when his breath touched her upper lip, she felt a strange sensation. If she hadn’t come to her senses, she might have taken off her clothes in front of him.
It was when Liena clenched her teeth so as not to let her consciousness flow away. A small body jumped out of the darkness and rushed at her. The King, who had been staring only at the woman covered in pale moonlight, grabbed the cheek of the woman who had rushed at him. It was Liena’s turn to fall. She looked at them, controlling her body that had become soft from sweetness. Her thin face was distorted in a mess. It was what the King had wanted. However...
"Your Majesty."
The door opened with a creaking sound. Liena glared ahead nervously. The person who appeared in the darkness was a man named 'Jack'. He was a man who disciplined the servants' manners under the lord's orders. There were two more soldiers behind the thick-built man. It didn't feel good. Suddenly, the prison where the King was locked up opened. The King was not dragged out but went out on his own. Liena also got up and was taken out of the prison by the soldiers. Jack walked to the right side of the prison with them and soon signaled to the soldiers. The soldiers began to tie the King to the chain shackles hanging from the ceiling.
“Wh, what are you doing...!”
When Liena resisted, Jack slapped her across the face.
“If you had just kept quiet, this wouldn’t have happened... Tsk tsk.”
“What did the young lady say?”
Liena, who had gotten up after being hit in the cheek, trembled and screamed. Jack looked at her indifferently and opened his mouth.
“The lady said that he attacked her.”
“Do you believe such lies, my lady...”
“His Grace doesn’t believe such lies either. Who in the castle would believe that girl’s lies? To be attacked by a maid who keeps hitting her belly button like a horny bitch.”
Jack smiled faintly and nodded to the soldiers. Soon, Liena was also hanging from the ceiling. Unlike the King, she struggled and resisted. Jack looked at the two without smiling and sighed deeply.
“I don’t know what’s on her mind. How could I know what’s on her mind when even her father doesn’t? But the young lady has no intention of letting you go, so I guess the Viscount ordered you to be beaten?”
Liena blanched. As soon as Jack finished speaking, the soldiers raised their whips. Soon, a cracking sound was heard, and the King’s back was torn apart. Liena bit her lips tightly. The sight of the King being beaten in front of her was more heartbreaking than the whipping that would come back to her.
“So you’re telling me to send him away without even punishing him?”
Else turned pale and stiff. She pursed her lips and clasped her hands tightly together in front of her chest. The wedding was just around the corner. One of the servants had been kicked out of the castle, and she could clearly see what people would say if it was revealed that the servant was the man who had been sleeping with the Viscount's daughter.
Since it had come to this, it would have been right to make up an excuse and cut off Ian. Perhaps, if she hadn't been so messed up in front of the servants, she might have been able to come up with another excuse other than cowardice. However, too many eyes had already seen it and Else looked like this. Her hair and chest were all messed up...
“You said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of the wedding. And with Sir Millium... there would be a lot of trouble if you sent the servant away injured.”
It was definitely so. It was the castle where the prospective bride and fiancée stayed. The territory was small, but the words were fast. Sir Roxanne had a mining business in Kalagore, the royal capital. If his acquaintance who visited on the wedding day heard about Else’s scandal and what had happened today and moved to the royal capital, it would be a great stain on Sir Roxanne’s reputation. Else got down from the bed and knelt down.
“Please. Father. This is probably an outcome that even Lord Roxanne doesn’t want...”
Elliot, with a cold face, looked down at Else as if he was crushing her. Suddenly, a sound was heard from outside the door.
“Come in.”
The butler came in at the father's command.
“Both were moved underground.”
At his words, Else bit her lips. She was afraid that something might have happened to Ian, but then her heart, which was dripping with fluid, caught fire.
“And Sir Millium said he would like to see him for a moment.”
"Wake up."
At the butler's words, Elliot gave an order. Else groaned and bowed her head.
“I will handle this matter.”
"Father..."
“I bought it, so it is right for me to dispose of it. Do you have any objections?”
"...No."
Else shook her head. Elliot’s cold gaze left her. Else slowly raised her head and stared at her father, who was talking to the butler. Her father had never laid a hand on Ian. No matter how hard he treated Else, he never locked him up or beat him.
It was because he didn't want to make a fuss in the castle. Even though the line between master and servant was clear, that was also the reason why he just gave Ian a warning every time he rebelled. Because he didn't want to create trouble. He was a man who valued his peaceful daily life more than Else's honor. So he wanted to let it go this time too. He had told him enough that if he made a big deal out of it, it would just become a hassle. So...
“Get out.”
After finishing his conversation with the butler, Elliot spoke coldly to Else. Else lowered her head and tried to leave the bedroom.
“You don’t plan on meeting Millium like that, do you?”
Suddenly, a cold voice was heard. Else turned around. She rubbed her dry eyes and shook her head. Elliot frowned. Else greeted him again and left the bedroom. Every step she took was precarious as if she were walking in a dream.
***
"Your Majesty."
The soft call was weak and faint. The dungeon was damp and dark, teeming with rats and insects. Inside the bars that did not let in a single ray of light, Liena stared at her King with her lips pursed. Baron Obron would be wandering outside the castle with his vassals. Cesar, who had come in as a blacksmith and accompanied the King. And Oscar...
The King and Liena had waited patiently for this day. Liena, who had been feeling the rag-strewn floor, raised her head. As the deep midnight passed and the darkness gradually cleared, her insides burned.
Caesar was a vassal sent by Sir Oscar. He gathered the lords of the eastern and southern regions around Sir Oscar and moved the army while avoiding Philip's eyes. When dawn came, the basin of Lugdun would be covered by the army led by Sir Oscar for the restoration of the King.
The King would be at the head of them, and Liena would finally leave this damned land and return home. However... A long hand swept down her thigh that had been kicked. Cesar, who had visited Sir Oscar with Baron Obron, had met the King this afternoon.
It was the time before the knights' visit at midnight. The King had not moved an inch in Else's bedroom since the night before. Even though he had finished all that work, he did not like being tied down to Else. And then in the evening.
'Have you ever experienced being a woman?'
The King held a ribbon and a few long strands of hair in his hands. Else may know, but the King had a habit of keeping ribbons that had touched her hair or bodily fluids after they slept together. He had maintained that habit for a long time, and today, he was tracing Else’s ribbon and pink hair with his eyes. At that moment, Liena felt angry, and instead of letting out her anger, she glared at him. The King, who had lifted his head from the ribbon, had a calm expression on his face.
'What are you talking about?'
'I'm talking about my woman.'
It was Else's story again. Liena swallowed a sigh and bit her lips. Even as she prepared to go back, it was about that woman. She was going to be someone else's wife anyway. The King had a fiancée, and even if he didn't marry his current fiancée, Else would never be by his side. And that worthless woman had molested and raped the King.
She was a woman who had dragged the King into bed, even though she was only the daughter of a Viscount. Even if she didn't know that he was the runaway King, she was a dirty woman who had sex with her servant. It was unpleasant in many ways, but the most horrible thing was that the King often thought about a woman with such behavior.
Sometimes, it seemed that what was important to him was not the restoration, but the Viscount's daughter. It must have been that girl's fault that he was taking so long to return. Liena sighed. She tried not to think like that, but now, looking at the King's unfocused eyes...
'She's jealous of you. She thinks you're a woman to me.'
The King pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a precocious smile. The more he pulled at his lips, the darker the light in his eyes became. Liena stared blankly at him and moved her lips.
'So, pretend to be a woman.'
'Yes?'
'I want to see Else cry with her face distorted.'
'Your Majesty.'
'Nothing is sweeter to me than that.'
What does the Viscount's daughter mean to the King? Liena looked at the King's blue-gray eyes with a hard face. He was looking down the hall below the railing, not at Liena. Just then, the Viscount's daughter got up and was coming up the stairs. Her slow steps often creaked.
'I will carry out your orders as your subject.'
The King did not respond. The Viscount’s daughter headed to the balcony. The King stared blankly at Liena. Embarrassed by his gaze, she let out a desperate cry to him. The woman came out of the balcony, perhaps because she heard the awkward nasal sound. As the woman wandered down the hallway, the King pressed his body against Liena. His hand lifted her skirt and groped her thigh.
For a moment, her heart pounded. To Liena, the King was not a man, but a King. However, when his breath touched her upper lip, she felt a strange sensation. If she hadn’t come to her senses, she might have taken off her clothes in front of him.
It was when Liena clenched her teeth so as not to let her consciousness flow away. A small body jumped out of the darkness and rushed at her. The King, who had been staring only at the woman covered in pale moonlight, grabbed the cheek of the woman who had rushed at him. It was Liena’s turn to fall. She looked at them, controlling her body that had become soft from sweetness. Her thin face was distorted in a mess. It was what the King had wanted. However...
"Your Majesty."
The door opened with a creaking sound. Liena glared ahead nervously. The person who appeared in the darkness was a man named 'Jack'. He was a man who disciplined the servants' manners under the lord's orders. There were two more soldiers behind the thick-built man. It didn't feel good. Suddenly, the prison where the King was locked up opened. The King was not dragged out but went out on his own. Liena also got up and was taken out of the prison by the soldiers. Jack walked to the right side of the prison with them and soon signaled to the soldiers. The soldiers began to tie the King to the chain shackles hanging from the ceiling.
“Wh, what are you doing...!”
When Liena resisted, Jack slapped her across the face.
“If you had just kept quiet, this wouldn’t have happened... Tsk tsk.”
“What did the young lady say?”
Liena, who had gotten up after being hit in the cheek, trembled and screamed. Jack looked at her indifferently and opened his mouth.
“The lady said that he attacked her.”
“Do you believe such lies, my lady...”
“His Grace doesn’t believe such lies either. Who in the castle would believe that girl’s lies? To be attacked by a maid who keeps hitting her belly button like a horny bitch.”
Jack smiled faintly and nodded to the soldiers. Soon, Liena was also hanging from the ceiling. Unlike the King, she struggled and resisted. Jack looked at the two without smiling and sighed deeply.
“I don’t know what’s on her mind. How could I know what’s on her mind when even her father doesn’t? But the young lady has no intention of letting you go, so I guess the Viscount ordered you to be beaten?”
Liena blanched. As soon as Jack finished speaking, the soldiers raised their whips. Soon, a cracking sound was heard, and the King’s back was torn apart. Liena bit her lips tightly. The sight of the King being beaten in front of her was more heartbreaking than the whipping that would come back to her.
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