Millium's face was swollen. In fact, there were more than fifteen people dragged out as criminals, so it was impossible to recognize him. The reason Else recognized him was because Millium recognized her first and struggled.
'Else, Else. Please save me...'
Roate was extinct. No one in the kingdom could speak the name. Except for the King, anyone who rolled Roate's tongue would have to be prepared to have their throats cut off. She thought of her father. The reason his father hated Else was that Else was a weak child who could not carry the family.
Therefore, Else always thought only of her own sick body. On the contrary, she never thought about what it would have been like if Roate had been a commoner and not a noble family. But now, this question comes to mind. If Sybil's great-grandfather had not granted Else's great-grandfather a title, she would still have been a slave, but Else would not have been abandoned because she was sick.
Even though she knew that family was useless, Else always repeated the family of families. She hated and resented her parents, but she understood their efforts to protect the family. It was because only by understanding could she understand her father.
It wasn't a groundless hatred. Her father's neglect and pessimism toward Else were all valid reasons. So at some point, Else understood her father. The moment she understood, she began to hate herself for having made her ancestors' efforts to protect these desolate things go to waste.
Else had no choice but to follow her father's wishes and marry Millium. If that was the only way to fulfill her purpose, then as her father's daughter and Roate's daughter, she wanted to do it. If that was her parents' wish, then there was nothing she couldn't do.
For the sake of the family's continuation. And for its prosperity... Many noble maidens would rather sacrifice their own bodies. Even if she said it was an unbearable, disgusting experience, she could endure it. However... In the end, it all came to an end. Else was unable to protect anything and could not achieve anything. What would her father say if he saw this?
...I guess I should say it’s fortunate that I woke up early.
She doesn't know. Else couldn't know. Else didn't have much. But now, really, really, all she had was a half-faced woman and the King's illegitimate children.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dawn. The blue sky slowly soaked the bedroom. The morning air that cleared away the dreary darkness was cold and cool. Else wiggled her limp fingers. There was no feeling in them. The tears that had been pooling in her eyes flowed down, soaking her dry skin. Long fingers reached out from somewhere and wiped away Else’s tears. The cold fingers felt her skin, which was soaked with heat. Under her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Her sunken philtrum and lips. The fingers ran over them one by one and then touched her soft flesh. The damp texture and the smell of his breath were familiar. Else tangled her tongue listlessly. His hand touched Else’s naked chest.
As long, thick hands ran over her round shoulders and arms, she felt that she was wearing nothing. Else, who had been biting her plump lips while his tongue was licking her wetly, opened her eyes and looked at the man. The thick tongue, which was interlocked without any gaps, licked Else’s collarbone.
A whining sound was heard from somewhere. Unlike her, which was long and thin, it was a loud sound.
"Your Majesty..."
The man who had been sucking her collarbone as if he was sucking a nipple raised his head. His swirling blue-gray eyes met Else's gaze, filled with eerie silence.
“Abelard is crying. He is your Majesty’s son.”
Sibyl pulled away and stood up, looking down at her. Else looked at him blankly. Sibyl took the baby out of the crib and held it in Else's hands. Else staggered up and held the newborn in her arms.
“Hermi, please bring Hermi too.”
As Else searched for her daughter, Sybil picked up another child from the bed. Else breastfed her son. His dark gaze landed on Else’s chest. Else wiped the tears from her son’s eyes and tried to hold Hermi with her free arm. However, it was not easy to pick up the child with one arm.
As she staggered toward Hermi, Sybil lightly picked up his daughter and placed her in her arms. Else glanced up at him. The eyes that had been swirling with a strange silence had become dry. They were familiar eyes. A long, lingering desire...
'Else, Else. Please save me...'
Else could not bear to look at him as he crawled toward her, moving his bruised lips. The man, whose nose, orbital bone, and lips were all crushed and wounded, did not look human. Even after seeing his gloomy face, she could not think of him for a long time. Then, when his shabby, small body was knocked over by the soldiers, Else was finally able to recognize him.
'Millium...'
The man who had abused her every night. The man who had made Else feel powerless for the first time... The man who had made Else realize for the first time that she was alone in the castle, her father’s home, and the castle where she had been born and raised.
“Else, please...”
A dry sob rang in her ears. Else felt sick. She had to turn her gaze to watch him collapse, but she couldn't. Hr head felt dizzy, as if she was getting dizzy, and she actually felt sick.
She had only eaten half a bowl of stew, but her stomach was heavy. She should have been glad that Millium was dead. No matter who killed him, Millium was of no use to Else's life. Even when she was a young girl who had not even been married, he had molested her. He had put his hands under her dress and groped her stomach to feel her breasts.
That was the kind of man he was. He was mean and dirty since he was young. What was it like after he got married? After he found out that she had a child from a lowly slave... Else didn’t even want to think about it.
'Millium...'
The man who had abused her every night. The man who had made Else feel powerless for the first time... The man who had made Else realize for the first time that she was alone in the castle, her father’s home, and the castle where she had been born and raised.
“Else, please...”
A dry sob rang in her ears. Else felt sick. She had to turn her gaze to watch him collapse, but she couldn't. Hr head felt dizzy, as if she was getting dizzy, and she actually felt sick.
She had only eaten half a bowl of stew, but her stomach was heavy. She should have been glad that Millium was dead. No matter who killed him, Millium was of no use to Else's life. Even when she was a young girl who had not even been married, he had molested her. He had put his hands under her dress and groped her stomach to feel her breasts.
That was the kind of man he was. He was mean and dirty since he was young. What was it like after he got married? After he found out that she had a child from a lowly slave... Else didn’t even want to think about it.
Even thinking about it was a burden. But it was strange. When the last trial was over and they were all put on the rack one by one, her knees were shaking and felt like they were going to buckle.
"Ha..."
The pouring sun was heavy. As Else bent her upper body and grabbed her forehead, Jules, who was beside her, came closer.
"Your Highness."
'Your Highness,' not Else. Jules called Else 'Your Highness' in public. Else turned her head and looked at Sybil, who was looking at her, rather than Jules, who was supporting her. His face was calm. Else looked at him with a bloodless face.
It was an easy face. A face that was not at all annoying. To destroy and burn everything that was left of her, to slaughter her without a trace. To sit her down next to him and brutally kill the man who had once been her husband... Only then did the man become clear.
She thought she knew who she had loved for the past dozen years. Clinging to him, begging for his affection, yearning for him... Foolishly, she had begged for his love from this man.
"Ha..."
The pouring sun was heavy. As Else bent her upper body and grabbed her forehead, Jules, who was beside her, came closer.
"Your Highness."
'Your Highness,' not Else. Jules called Else 'Your Highness' in public. Else turned her head and looked at Sybil, who was looking at her, rather than Jules, who was supporting her. His face was calm. Else looked at him with a bloodless face.
It was an easy face. A face that was not at all annoying. To destroy and burn everything that was left of her, to slaughter her without a trace. To sit her down next to him and brutally kill the man who had once been her husband... Only then did the man become clear.
She thought she knew who she had loved for the past dozen years. Clinging to him, begging for his affection, yearning for him... Foolishly, she had begged for his love from this man.
Else's eyes trembled. A woman appeared faintly above her hazy vision. A woman who had shown her lacking self and thrown herself away in love. A foolish and stupid woman. A woman whose bottom had been exposed.
Was it really love that she begged this man? Did Else love him? Could such begging and resentment be called love? What did she do to him? What did she do to make Else suffer like this?
He captured her, imprisoned her, burned down the castle she cherished and loved, and tore the limbs of the man who had once been her husband. It couldn't have been anything but hatred. All the foolish things Else had done, believing it to be 'begging', must have been atrocious to him.
So... Sibyl must be taking revenge on her. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Sibyl’s eyes, looking at him, were incredibly calm. Marquis Gritton, who was in charge of the trial and examination of the criminals, delivered the verdict to his attendant. A young attendant, as upright as a knight, came up to the podium and solemnly began to read the verdict.
“The traitors Castro de Dolan, Eamon de Belposten, and Millium von Roate, who shook the highest throne of Travasta by putting Samuel, the daughter of the deposed king Philip IV and the deposed Queen Nelais, at the forefront, confiscated the property of the ten traitors and took away their titles, and today...”
The voice of the attendant solemnly reading the verdict scratched her eardrums. Her pulse started to go out of whack when she heard the name 'Roate'. The heat that had gathered in her eyes slowly dispersed to her toes, and she felt as if her entire body was getting warmer than its limit.
“Go back now.”
Initiation. Beheading. Seizure and detention. All the words that were broken into small pieces and whispered in her ears were miserable. Finally, Roate was gone. From today on, no one in the kingdom could use that name. It would be unspeakable and unusable for at least 300 years, so Else was no longer Roate. How would her deceased father react if he found out? What if her grandfather, who had been asleep under the tombstone for a long time, found out about this? More than anything, it was hard for her to believe.
Even Else herself, who had been doing nothing until the situation had gotten to this point...
“Get up, Else.”
A dry command was heard. Else just sat there blankly, looking at Sibyl. The screams of the one who had climbed onto the frame began to be heard loudly. Else sat down with a pale face as if she was going to collapse, looking at him. Eventually, Sibyl got up and slowly helped Else up.
“Take the concubine to the bedroom.”
"Yes."
The cries of those whose limbs were torn apart shook the courtroom. Else groaned as she stood up. However, she lost consciousness after taking only a few steps.
Was it really love that she begged this man? Did Else love him? Could such begging and resentment be called love? What did she do to him? What did she do to make Else suffer like this?
He captured her, imprisoned her, burned down the castle she cherished and loved, and tore the limbs of the man who had once been her husband. It couldn't have been anything but hatred. All the foolish things Else had done, believing it to be 'begging', must have been atrocious to him.
So... Sibyl must be taking revenge on her. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Sibyl’s eyes, looking at him, were incredibly calm. Marquis Gritton, who was in charge of the trial and examination of the criminals, delivered the verdict to his attendant. A young attendant, as upright as a knight, came up to the podium and solemnly began to read the verdict.
“The traitors Castro de Dolan, Eamon de Belposten, and Millium von Roate, who shook the highest throne of Travasta by putting Samuel, the daughter of the deposed king Philip IV and the deposed Queen Nelais, at the forefront, confiscated the property of the ten traitors and took away their titles, and today...”
The voice of the attendant solemnly reading the verdict scratched her eardrums. Her pulse started to go out of whack when she heard the name 'Roate'. The heat that had gathered in her eyes slowly dispersed to her toes, and she felt as if her entire body was getting warmer than its limit.
“Go back now.”
Initiation. Beheading. Seizure and detention. All the words that were broken into small pieces and whispered in her ears were miserable. Finally, Roate was gone. From today on, no one in the kingdom could use that name. It would be unspeakable and unusable for at least 300 years, so Else was no longer Roate. How would her deceased father react if he found out? What if her grandfather, who had been asleep under the tombstone for a long time, found out about this? More than anything, it was hard for her to believe.
Even Else herself, who had been doing nothing until the situation had gotten to this point...
“Get up, Else.”
A dry command was heard. Else just sat there blankly, looking at Sibyl. The screams of the one who had climbed onto the frame began to be heard loudly. Else sat down with a pale face as if she was going to collapse, looking at him. Eventually, Sibyl got up and slowly helped Else up.
“Take the concubine to the bedroom.”
"Yes."
The cries of those whose limbs were torn apart shook the courtroom. Else groaned as she stood up. However, she lost consciousness after taking only a few steps.
***
Roate was extinct. No one in the kingdom could speak the name. Except for the King, anyone who rolled Roate's tongue would have to be prepared to have their throats cut off. She thought of her father. The reason his father hated Else was that Else was a weak child who could not carry the family.
Therefore, Else always thought only of her own sick body. On the contrary, she never thought about what it would have been like if Roate had been a commoner and not a noble family. But now, this question comes to mind. If Sybil's great-grandfather had not granted Else's great-grandfather a title, she would still have been a slave, but Else would not have been abandoned because she was sick.
Even though she knew that family was useless, Else always repeated the family of families. She hated and resented her parents, but she understood their efforts to protect the family. It was because only by understanding could she understand her father.
It wasn't a groundless hatred. Her father's neglect and pessimism toward Else were all valid reasons. So at some point, Else understood her father. The moment she understood, she began to hate herself for having made her ancestors' efforts to protect these desolate things go to waste.
Else had no choice but to follow her father's wishes and marry Millium. If that was the only way to fulfill her purpose, then as her father's daughter and Roate's daughter, she wanted to do it. If that was her parents' wish, then there was nothing she couldn't do.
For the sake of the family's continuation. And for its prosperity... Many noble maidens would rather sacrifice their own bodies. Even if she said it was an unbearable, disgusting experience, she could endure it. However... In the end, it all came to an end. Else was unable to protect anything and could not achieve anything. What would her father say if he saw this?
...I guess I should say it’s fortunate that I woke up early.
She doesn't know. Else couldn't know. Else didn't have much. But now, really, really, all she had was a half-faced woman and the King's illegitimate children.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dawn. The blue sky slowly soaked the bedroom. The morning air that cleared away the dreary darkness was cold and cool. Else wiggled her limp fingers. There was no feeling in them. The tears that had been pooling in her eyes flowed down, soaking her dry skin. Long fingers reached out from somewhere and wiped away Else’s tears. The cold fingers felt her skin, which was soaked with heat. Under her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Her sunken philtrum and lips. The fingers ran over them one by one and then touched her soft flesh. The damp texture and the smell of his breath were familiar. Else tangled her tongue listlessly. His hand touched Else’s naked chest.
As long, thick hands ran over her round shoulders and arms, she felt that she was wearing nothing. Else, who had been biting her plump lips while his tongue was licking her wetly, opened her eyes and looked at the man. The thick tongue, which was interlocked without any gaps, licked Else’s collarbone.
A whining sound was heard from somewhere. Unlike her, which was long and thin, it was a loud sound.
"Your Majesty..."
The man who had been sucking her collarbone as if he was sucking a nipple raised his head. His swirling blue-gray eyes met Else's gaze, filled with eerie silence.
“Abelard is crying. He is your Majesty’s son.”
Sibyl pulled away and stood up, looking down at her. Else looked at him blankly. Sibyl took the baby out of the crib and held it in Else's hands. Else staggered up and held the newborn in her arms.
“Hermi, please bring Hermi too.”
As Else searched for her daughter, Sybil picked up another child from the bed. Else breastfed her son. His dark gaze landed on Else’s chest. Else wiped the tears from her son’s eyes and tried to hold Hermi with her free arm. However, it was not easy to pick up the child with one arm.
As she staggered toward Hermi, Sybil lightly picked up his daughter and placed her in her arms. Else glanced up at him. The eyes that had been swirling with a strange silence had become dry. They were familiar eyes. A long, lingering desire...
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