84. You win.
Happiness? You don't want me to be happy? Why on earth? Sarah was my friend, after all.
“Money? Money? How many people have died because of you, and you don’t even know that, because you were an unlucky and hateful little brat who pretended to be innocent and pitiful!”
“...”
“What do you know! I, I, for that little money...!”
Daphne noticed blood bursting out of Sarah's mouth. In reality, she was the one who felt betrayed and about to die, but Sarah was glaring at Daphne as if she were an enemy, and she was exploding with anger, biting her lip so hard that it was split open.
“Isn’t that right? When I saw you sleeping, I wanted to grab your neck and kill you.”
Sarah shouted at Daphne with a sharp smile.
“I hate you! I hate you! I loathe you!”
Daphne stood there dumbfounded at Sarah's scream-like sound. Why did this woman hate her? But Daphne also knew the answer.
Nobody liked her.
There was no way anyone would like her.
Friendship was an illusion.
When Sarah, whom she had thought of as her friend, started to hate Daphne, Daphne laughed in vain. She desperately made excuses to the person she had thought of as her friend.
“I... It’s not that I wanted to do that.”
“...”
“I really didn’t know.”
Daphne spoke to Sarah as if she were pleading. Daphne knew it. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to live a normal life, but no one would leave her alone. But Sarah said it was her fault.
“Not knowing is also a sin! Not knowing is also a sin! If there are no people around you, you should think about why there are no people, why the people who were kind to you are disappearing!”
“I thought everyone hated me...”
“Where is that!”
“...”
“Do you know how many people died because of your stupidity? You should have suffered alone, without meeting anyone, and not passed on your misfortune.”
"I am..."
“You were born a sin, your very existence is a sin, a curse!”
Daphne's heart had already fallen into the abyss at Sarah's words. To put it briefly about Daphne, Sarah's words were right. A person who was born a sinner, a person whose very existence was sinful. A walking curse.
Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes and flowed down. It was a sin to sob like Sarah. Daphne had to accept that hatred.
What a life that is truly a nuisance, yet so pitifully wants to live...
At that moment, Ioannis, who had been quietly watching, stepped forward.
"Stop."
“...”
“This is in front of His Majesty. Do as you please.”
Sarah bowed her head at those words. The room was filled with the sobs of women. Asherad, who had been watching this quietly, approached.
“Are you having a hard time, Daphne?”
“...”
“Nobody loved you.”
Daphne said nothing. She simply existed, unable to shake, feel anger, or feel sorrow at the betrayal or shock.
Asherad, who had been looking at it coldly, pulled out Ioannis' cold sword. Before Daphne could say anything, the sword drew a trail of light.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
Sarah's scream was heard. Daphne looked in surprise. Blood, blood, was coming out. Sarah covered her hands and screamed. Daphne looked at Sarah's fingers on the floor, still attached to her body. She couldn't breathe, as if someone had blocked her breathing hole.
"Ah..."
Sarah cried, holding the hand that had disappeared. When she looked at Asherad with fearful eyes, he sat down and placed a hand on Sarah's shoulder.
“Sarah, I didn’t tell you to slap Daphne.”
“Ahhhhh! It hurts, it hurts! Please save me!”
“I told you not to touch Daphne’s body. Why are you testing my patience?”
Asherad spoke softly, just as he had to Daphne. His voice was relaxed and gentle, completely unrelated to the horrible blood and Sarah's screams, and for a moment, it felt like Daphne was in a different space.
But the sword he was holding was dripping with blood, and he had a mad look on his face. He was out of breath. He was going crazy. Sarah's hatred, Sarah's betrayal, his trickery. She had never been able to escape from him.
"Haha..."
Daphne smiled, lifting the corners of her lips. Ioannis, who willingly killed Amanda on the Emperor's orders. Sarah, who betrayed her, and Asherad, who was looking at her. Asherad, Asherad.
“Your Majesty, you have won...”
Daphne forced the corners of her mouth to lift. In this maddening situation, Daphne managed to maintain her sanity by tightly holding onto the clothes she was wearing.
It was meant to be torn. However, since the clothes did not tear, she untied the ribbon that had been tightening the waist of the clothes she was wearing. Then, she lifted up her skirt. Except for the drawers on her lower body, she was half-naked.
It didn't matter whether Ioannis and Sarah were there or not. As Daphne reached for the drawers, Asherad's low voice was heard.
“Take that thing and get out of here right now.”
After a moment of frozen silence at those words and watching Daphne's antics, Ioannis took Sarah out. The sound of the door closing was heard.
It wasn't about smiling at him to save someone, to escape from someone. It was just compliance. Deciding to accept one's cursed fate, one's dirty fate.
Daphne approached her master in this bloody place. It was fortunate that the escaped bastard was not boiled to death.
Daphne, now naked, wrapped her arms around Asherad's neck. Her hands familiarly excited Asherad. Her fingers brushed Asherad's lips. Listening to her quickening breathing, Asherad kissed Daphne's lips.
She doesn't know if Asherad is crazy or if she is crazy. Maybe it's both. In this room filled with her friend's corpse and blood, Daphne decided to have sex with this man like an animal.
Her hands undressed Asherad with ease. The room was filled with the smell of blood. Disregarding the corpses and wounds of others, the man and woman willingly became beasts.
Daphne stroked his lower body with her hand. She felt a strong excitement along with the heat. Daphne stared blankly at it, then brought her face closer.
A low breath escaped from her mouth at the sticky sound.
He reached out and grabbed Daphne by the hair. Her mouth was glistening with saliva.
"Wake up."
The lewd behavior soon stopped. Asherad pushed Daphne, who was awake, onto the bed. Daphne fell down without resistance. Asherad climbed on top of her.
"Daphne."
“...”
When Daphne didn't answer, Asherad grabbed her chin. When her blue eyes turned to him, he smiled captivatingly.
“Do you understand now?”
“...”
“I am the only one who loves you this much.”
“...”
“No one loves you. It’s all a lie.”
Daphne's eyes turned red. Her determination not to cry was short-lived, and her body was extremely weak. Her breathing began to grow ragged as she was toyed with by his fingers.
“I don’t hate you.”
Lies. So he made her into a dog, and this person was naturally lying.
“Look, this is how I forgive you.”
Asherad stroked her hair affectionately. Daphne’s lips trembled. As if it were loving, he kissed her.
“I am the only one in this world who loves you.”
“...”
"I love you."
“Ugh!”
Daphne let out a short scream. It was because Asherad suddenly dug into her. Daphne looked at his face. An expression full of joy, a face so happy at this moment when he was holding Daphne. However, his eyes moved roughly. Asherad, who had been closed, opened his eyes and met Daphne’s eyes.
He smiled and kissed her. The flesh digging into her mouth was hot and rough, so she couldn't breathe properly. Instead, a scream came out.
The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh became more viscous. She had long been accustomed to his touch and his gestures. Daphne breathed sweetly, unable to say a word, at each of his gestures.
Asherad didn't say anything either. Words weren't necessary in a relationship. There was pleasure even when they weren't in love, and if they focused on that, they could forget that the man had captured the woman and that the woman wanted to get away from the man.
“Take my baby.”
Daphne opened her eyes wide. What is he talking about? Then Daphne realized that Asherad was obsessively not using contraception.
But what could she do? The birth control pills Olga had given her were quite effective, and Daphne had no symptoms of pregnancy. Daphne knew that whatever Asherad did would be useless. She put her arms around Asherad's neck, and he hugged her even more roughly and broke her.
When Daphne gasped, he moved his body again. Daphne opened her eyes wide. Asherad's movements were still rough. Asherad was glaring at Daphne with blazing eyes. His mind, which he had tried to cover up with reason, revealed its true colors as soon as he slept with Daphne. Primal acts made people too emotional.
Asherad never let Daphne rest for even a moment. He would hug her roughly, and at other times, he would caress her body gently, making her restless. When dawn broke and the sunlight came in, Daphne fell into a deep sleep.
Asherad looked at Daphne's sleeping face. His large hand stroked Daphne's hair. His eyes radiated fierce hatred. He glared at Daphne. Even so, the hand stroking Daphne's hair was extremely affectionate. He looked at Daphne for a long time and then hugged her waist and pressed his body against hers.
“Because you look pretty when you sleep.”
The murderous man whispered sweetly into the woman's ear. He buried his head in Daphne's shoulder, who had her back turned, and rubbed his head before falling asleep.
Happiness? You don't want me to be happy? Why on earth? Sarah was my friend, after all.
“Money? Money? How many people have died because of you, and you don’t even know that, because you were an unlucky and hateful little brat who pretended to be innocent and pitiful!”
“...”
“What do you know! I, I, for that little money...!”
Daphne noticed blood bursting out of Sarah's mouth. In reality, she was the one who felt betrayed and about to die, but Sarah was glaring at Daphne as if she were an enemy, and she was exploding with anger, biting her lip so hard that it was split open.
“Isn’t that right? When I saw you sleeping, I wanted to grab your neck and kill you.”
Sarah shouted at Daphne with a sharp smile.
“I hate you! I hate you! I loathe you!”
Daphne stood there dumbfounded at Sarah's scream-like sound. Why did this woman hate her? But Daphne also knew the answer.
Nobody liked her.
There was no way anyone would like her.
Friendship was an illusion.
When Sarah, whom she had thought of as her friend, started to hate Daphne, Daphne laughed in vain. She desperately made excuses to the person she had thought of as her friend.
“I... It’s not that I wanted to do that.”
“...”
“I really didn’t know.”
Daphne spoke to Sarah as if she were pleading. Daphne knew it. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to live a normal life, but no one would leave her alone. But Sarah said it was her fault.
“Not knowing is also a sin! Not knowing is also a sin! If there are no people around you, you should think about why there are no people, why the people who were kind to you are disappearing!”
“I thought everyone hated me...”
“Where is that!”
“...”
“Do you know how many people died because of your stupidity? You should have suffered alone, without meeting anyone, and not passed on your misfortune.”
"I am..."
“You were born a sin, your very existence is a sin, a curse!”
Daphne's heart had already fallen into the abyss at Sarah's words. To put it briefly about Daphne, Sarah's words were right. A person who was born a sinner, a person whose very existence was sinful. A walking curse.
Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes and flowed down. It was a sin to sob like Sarah. Daphne had to accept that hatred.
What a life that is truly a nuisance, yet so pitifully wants to live...
At that moment, Ioannis, who had been quietly watching, stepped forward.
"Stop."
“...”
“This is in front of His Majesty. Do as you please.”
Sarah bowed her head at those words. The room was filled with the sobs of women. Asherad, who had been watching this quietly, approached.
“Are you having a hard time, Daphne?”
“...”
“Nobody loved you.”
Daphne said nothing. She simply existed, unable to shake, feel anger, or feel sorrow at the betrayal or shock.
Asherad, who had been looking at it coldly, pulled out Ioannis' cold sword. Before Daphne could say anything, the sword drew a trail of light.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
Sarah's scream was heard. Daphne looked in surprise. Blood, blood, was coming out. Sarah covered her hands and screamed. Daphne looked at Sarah's fingers on the floor, still attached to her body. She couldn't breathe, as if someone had blocked her breathing hole.
"Ah..."
Sarah cried, holding the hand that had disappeared. When she looked at Asherad with fearful eyes, he sat down and placed a hand on Sarah's shoulder.
“Sarah, I didn’t tell you to slap Daphne.”
“Ahhhhh! It hurts, it hurts! Please save me!”
“I told you not to touch Daphne’s body. Why are you testing my patience?”
Asherad spoke softly, just as he had to Daphne. His voice was relaxed and gentle, completely unrelated to the horrible blood and Sarah's screams, and for a moment, it felt like Daphne was in a different space.
But the sword he was holding was dripping with blood, and he had a mad look on his face. He was out of breath. He was going crazy. Sarah's hatred, Sarah's betrayal, his trickery. She had never been able to escape from him.
"Haha..."
Daphne smiled, lifting the corners of her lips. Ioannis, who willingly killed Amanda on the Emperor's orders. Sarah, who betrayed her, and Asherad, who was looking at her. Asherad, Asherad.
“Your Majesty, you have won...”
Daphne forced the corners of her mouth to lift. In this maddening situation, Daphne managed to maintain her sanity by tightly holding onto the clothes she was wearing.
It was meant to be torn. However, since the clothes did not tear, she untied the ribbon that had been tightening the waist of the clothes she was wearing. Then, she lifted up her skirt. Except for the drawers on her lower body, she was half-naked.
It didn't matter whether Ioannis and Sarah were there or not. As Daphne reached for the drawers, Asherad's low voice was heard.
“Take that thing and get out of here right now.”
After a moment of frozen silence at those words and watching Daphne's antics, Ioannis took Sarah out. The sound of the door closing was heard.
It wasn't about smiling at him to save someone, to escape from someone. It was just compliance. Deciding to accept one's cursed fate, one's dirty fate.
Daphne approached her master in this bloody place. It was fortunate that the escaped bastard was not boiled to death.
Daphne, now naked, wrapped her arms around Asherad's neck. Her hands familiarly excited Asherad. Her fingers brushed Asherad's lips. Listening to her quickening breathing, Asherad kissed Daphne's lips.
She doesn't know if Asherad is crazy or if she is crazy. Maybe it's both. In this room filled with her friend's corpse and blood, Daphne decided to have sex with this man like an animal.
Her hands undressed Asherad with ease. The room was filled with the smell of blood. Disregarding the corpses and wounds of others, the man and woman willingly became beasts.
Daphne stroked his lower body with her hand. She felt a strong excitement along with the heat. Daphne stared blankly at it, then brought her face closer.
A low breath escaped from her mouth at the sticky sound.
He reached out and grabbed Daphne by the hair. Her mouth was glistening with saliva.
"Wake up."
The lewd behavior soon stopped. Asherad pushed Daphne, who was awake, onto the bed. Daphne fell down without resistance. Asherad climbed on top of her.
"Daphne."
“...”
When Daphne didn't answer, Asherad grabbed her chin. When her blue eyes turned to him, he smiled captivatingly.
“Do you understand now?”
“...”
“I am the only one who loves you this much.”
“...”
“No one loves you. It’s all a lie.”
Daphne's eyes turned red. Her determination not to cry was short-lived, and her body was extremely weak. Her breathing began to grow ragged as she was toyed with by his fingers.
“I don’t hate you.”
Lies. So he made her into a dog, and this person was naturally lying.
“Look, this is how I forgive you.”
Asherad stroked her hair affectionately. Daphne’s lips trembled. As if it were loving, he kissed her.
“I am the only one in this world who loves you.”
“...”
"I love you."
“Ugh!”
Daphne let out a short scream. It was because Asherad suddenly dug into her. Daphne looked at his face. An expression full of joy, a face so happy at this moment when he was holding Daphne. However, his eyes moved roughly. Asherad, who had been closed, opened his eyes and met Daphne’s eyes.
He smiled and kissed her. The flesh digging into her mouth was hot and rough, so she couldn't breathe properly. Instead, a scream came out.
The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh became more viscous. She had long been accustomed to his touch and his gestures. Daphne breathed sweetly, unable to say a word, at each of his gestures.
Asherad didn't say anything either. Words weren't necessary in a relationship. There was pleasure even when they weren't in love, and if they focused on that, they could forget that the man had captured the woman and that the woman wanted to get away from the man.
“Take my baby.”
Daphne opened her eyes wide. What is he talking about? Then Daphne realized that Asherad was obsessively not using contraception.
But what could she do? The birth control pills Olga had given her were quite effective, and Daphne had no symptoms of pregnancy. Daphne knew that whatever Asherad did would be useless. She put her arms around Asherad's neck, and he hugged her even more roughly and broke her.
When Daphne gasped, he moved his body again. Daphne opened her eyes wide. Asherad's movements were still rough. Asherad was glaring at Daphne with blazing eyes. His mind, which he had tried to cover up with reason, revealed its true colors as soon as he slept with Daphne. Primal acts made people too emotional.
Asherad never let Daphne rest for even a moment. He would hug her roughly, and at other times, he would caress her body gently, making her restless. When dawn broke and the sunlight came in, Daphne fell into a deep sleep.
Asherad looked at Daphne's sleeping face. His large hand stroked Daphne's hair. His eyes radiated fierce hatred. He glared at Daphne. Even so, the hand stroking Daphne's hair was extremely affectionate. He looked at Daphne for a long time and then hugged her waist and pressed his body against hers.
“Because you look pretty when you sleep.”
The murderous man whispered sweetly into the woman's ear. He buried his head in Daphne's shoulder, who had her back turned, and rubbed his head before falling asleep.
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I have to say... I've never seen a crazier ML. And Daphne definitely can't escape. Will there ever be redemption for him or will they simply be crazy together?
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