#149. The dog that covets its master
Daphne came back, stumbling. Everything was resolved. Ian was safe. They could live in their own perfect world.
Anyway, Daphne gained power and was able to use it. When she entered the room, the being was waiting for her.
The man with the leash knelt down. Daphne looked at him. The man in the light was beautiful. Hair blacker than a crow. Eyes filled with green. A face that seemed to have been polished by light. Daphne looked at him for a long time.
And her gaze fell on the chin that retained its manly lines and the Adam's apple that had slipped down. What was filled underneath was clearly a collar.
Daphne approached him. Then, as if wagging his tail, the man approached her. When she sat down on the sofa, he followed her and sat at her feet. It was like a dog.
“Asherad.”
At those words, Asherad widened his eyes. In those eyes, there was a look of triumph that said, 'See, it went as I said?' and Daphne forced the corners of her mouth to turn up.
“You weren’t running away.”
Asherad nodded at that voice.
“Would a dog run away?”
“Yeah. Dogs don’t run away.”
As he sat on the bed, Asherad rested his chin on Daphne's thigh. He looked at Daphne. Looking into her innocent eyes, Daphne grabbed the end of the leash and pulled it. As Asherad was dragged by the leash, Daphne's hands grabbed his neck.
“Ugh!”
“Let’s be honest with each other, Asherad.”
“...”
“Everything went the way you wanted.”
Daphne smiled broadly. The corners of her mouth began to quiver. Asherad opened his eyes wide and smiled.
It was the smile of a deceiver. Looking at it, Daphne realized.
It's because of this man that she became the Emperor.
This man made me like this. Daphne laughed, haha. Daphne and Asherad. She couldn't escape the role play his love had created.
She had been trapped in a different kind of bondage. Now, he would just stay still and become a dog that had bitten her. Those nobles must have also been attached to her for a while for the sake of Asherad. Daphne shed tears. As expected, it was.
“You said you killed my father, Asherad?”
At those words, Asherad raised his head with a stern expression. Daphne smiled at his face, which seemed to say no, and continued speaking. He killed someone again.
“They said he was a man who was deaf and blind.”
“That guy, fake...”
“Don’t talk nonsense like that!”
Daphne screamed. Her hand struck Asherad's cheek sharply. But Daphne did not curse or scream in anger.
“Go away.”
“...”
“Go away. I won’t be with you anymore...”
“...”
At the end of Daphne, Asherad shook his head. He saw Daphne's face unbelievable. But Daphne turned back. Derek Pond, that ruined baby. Asherad grinded it.
“You, your life was in danger.”
“...”
“Duke Turbol must have dragged you down somehow. So...”
“So you killed him? There were plenty of other ways!”
“...”
“You had a choice, but I didn’t.”
“...”
“You fooled me again. You said you could do anything, right? At a time like this, you must have thought to join hands with your powerful forces to drive me out and imprison me again.”
"No."
“I got fooled again like an idiot.”
Daphne muttered darkly. To her, Asherad had always been like that. Always sinister, unpredictable, a snake with a plan. This bastard was always like that. He would keep her locked up and oppress her. Daphne looked at him, her face twisted in hatred.
“I hate you, I hate you so much I can’t stand it.”
“...”
“I want to kill you. Every time I see you, I feel murderous. How should I kill you? How can I make you suffer?”
Asherad's eyes lit up at Daphne's words. How could he feel bad when he was so deeply awakened?
“So I want to abandon you here.”
However, Asherad shed tears at the following words.
"Please."
“...”
“Please don’t abandon me.”
Daphne flinched at those words. It was the first time he had used formal language.
“Really, I did it because I was worried you might be in danger. I don’t care if I don’t become Emperor. I have no intention of becoming one.”
“...”
“If you tell me to hit my head, I will. If you tell me to take off my clothes and go outside, I will go! No one will see me as an Emperor.”
Asherad grabbed Daphne's leg. He whispered desperately.
“I wanted to give you my leash as a gift. If you can’t forgive me for becoming my dog, I wanted you to make me a dog.”
Daphne looked at him, holding onto her leg, and said.
“I.. I was wrong. I, so...”
“...”
“I won’t talk to you anymore. I won’t do anything useless like that. I’ll become a dog and stick to you. So.”
“...”
“So, I love you. Don’t abandon me.”
Asherad begged. When Daphne turned around, he was looking at her, sobbing. The Emperor who once ruled the world was on his knees, begging to be put on a leash and live as a dog.
“I will be your dog forever.”
“...”
“I wanted you to love me like this and keep me by your side. I don’t care if you curse and despise me. I don’t care!”
That was the difference between Asherad's love and Daphne's love. Asherad licked and greedily devoured any attention, treating her love as a drop of water, like a person crazy with thirst. Daphne only then saw that love.
She felt that Asherad was trying to take her place and rise above her.
“Please save me. I won’t do it again. I’ll be by your side, and only for you.”
“...”
“I’ll give you everything I have.”
Asherad begged. That's right. Asherad gave her the throne he had. He begged and begged, weeping.
Then Daphne suddenly realized.
Ah, this is what I want.
Daphne had no regrets about Asherad killing her father. She had a vague feeling for the man named 'Oliver', but she had no other connection to him than that he was her mother's beloved lover.
A person who didn't even know of his existence and didn't come looking for him, or someone who didn't even know if he existed or not. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, she's not without regret about his death. That's why she hates and detests Asherad. He became a beast and ended up killing her own people.
But this man, this crazy man, kept begging and begging. Even though his appearance was not like his former dignity, he was shouting that he loved her so much.
From now on, this person will only know how to love her. Even though he can be loved by others, he is obsessed with her.
Tears flowed from Daphne's eyes.
She could choose. Didn't she always want to be honest with her heart? Why did the laurel tree, transformed by the tree nymph, receive the sun's grace and stretch toward the sun? Was it resignation, or love for that man?
What would the spirit that had become the tree be like every time it received sunlight? Daphne knew the answer.
“Please, I love you. I love you. Daphne, I love you. Please!”
A wolf who wanted to complete his love by becoming a dog himself. She found this love terrible and hateful.
“You really don’t know what to do with yourself, Asherad, because you want to be my dog.”
“...”
“I really want you to be my dog.”
“...”
“I didn’t like that, but you’re willing to be that.”
But he knew that he, too, was experiencing that ugly love. He realized that Daphne had already gone mad from the courtship he had risked everything for.
Asherad continued to give Daphne his leash. The two could not be together unless it was in the form of atonement. Daphne would not have forgiven and would have lived a different life. Asking for forgiveness was a luxury, so they had to exist together in this form of condemnation.
He places the hilt of the sword in Daphne's delicate hands and tells her that she is willing to cut off his head. Asherad then asks her to willingly redeem him.
This was his way of loving.
He clings and asks to be locked up in her hands. This was his way of loving and being violent towards Daphne. This cunning man asks to be loved by condemning him.
You no longer want to stand before me. You willingly kneel at my feet and approach me like this. Asherad licked Daphne's tears with his tongue. He stroked Daphne's thigh with his huge hand.
“I will gladly be your dog.”
“...”
“Please let me be by your side.”
Asherad's tone had completely changed to that of a slave. Daphne ordered this man, no, the dog. Her reasoning was paralyzed, and she smiled faintly.
“Sit down.”
Then the dog knelt down.
“Lick it.”
Asherad licked Daphne's slender wrist as if he were extremely embarrassed. His tearful expression was full of joy.
They were matched by this ugly appearance.
He licked Daphne's long fingertips with his tongue like licking candy. Suddenly, his eyelashes were long. Suddenly, at that sight, Daphne pulled the leash and kissed this poor, foolish man's lips. She knew it was crazy. Still, she wanted to have a crazy love in this crazy world. Because she was already crazy.
Ah, the dog was delighted. Her warm lips opened, and Asherad greedily explored her lips.
A cheeky dog that covets its owner and its owner mixes together with his slimy tongue.
Daphne came back, stumbling. Everything was resolved. Ian was safe. They could live in their own perfect world.
Anyway, Daphne gained power and was able to use it. When she entered the room, the being was waiting for her.
The man with the leash knelt down. Daphne looked at him. The man in the light was beautiful. Hair blacker than a crow. Eyes filled with green. A face that seemed to have been polished by light. Daphne looked at him for a long time.
And her gaze fell on the chin that retained its manly lines and the Adam's apple that had slipped down. What was filled underneath was clearly a collar.
Daphne approached him. Then, as if wagging his tail, the man approached her. When she sat down on the sofa, he followed her and sat at her feet. It was like a dog.
“Asherad.”
At those words, Asherad widened his eyes. In those eyes, there was a look of triumph that said, 'See, it went as I said?' and Daphne forced the corners of her mouth to turn up.
“You weren’t running away.”
Asherad nodded at that voice.
“Would a dog run away?”
“Yeah. Dogs don’t run away.”
As he sat on the bed, Asherad rested his chin on Daphne's thigh. He looked at Daphne. Looking into her innocent eyes, Daphne grabbed the end of the leash and pulled it. As Asherad was dragged by the leash, Daphne's hands grabbed his neck.
“Ugh!”
“Let’s be honest with each other, Asherad.”
“...”
“Everything went the way you wanted.”
Daphne smiled broadly. The corners of her mouth began to quiver. Asherad opened his eyes wide and smiled.
It was the smile of a deceiver. Looking at it, Daphne realized.
It's because of this man that she became the Emperor.
This man made me like this. Daphne laughed, haha. Daphne and Asherad. She couldn't escape the role play his love had created.
She had been trapped in a different kind of bondage. Now, he would just stay still and become a dog that had bitten her. Those nobles must have also been attached to her for a while for the sake of Asherad. Daphne shed tears. As expected, it was.
“You said you killed my father, Asherad?”
At those words, Asherad raised his head with a stern expression. Daphne smiled at his face, which seemed to say no, and continued speaking. He killed someone again.
“They said he was a man who was deaf and blind.”
“That guy, fake...”
“Don’t talk nonsense like that!”
Daphne screamed. Her hand struck Asherad's cheek sharply. But Daphne did not curse or scream in anger.
“Go away.”
“...”
“Go away. I won’t be with you anymore...”
“...”
At the end of Daphne, Asherad shook his head. He saw Daphne's face unbelievable. But Daphne turned back. Derek Pond, that ruined baby. Asherad grinded it.
“You, your life was in danger.”
“...”
“Duke Turbol must have dragged you down somehow. So...”
“So you killed him? There were plenty of other ways!”
“...”
“You had a choice, but I didn’t.”
“...”
“You fooled me again. You said you could do anything, right? At a time like this, you must have thought to join hands with your powerful forces to drive me out and imprison me again.”
"No."
“I got fooled again like an idiot.”
Daphne muttered darkly. To her, Asherad had always been like that. Always sinister, unpredictable, a snake with a plan. This bastard was always like that. He would keep her locked up and oppress her. Daphne looked at him, her face twisted in hatred.
“I hate you, I hate you so much I can’t stand it.”
“...”
“I want to kill you. Every time I see you, I feel murderous. How should I kill you? How can I make you suffer?”
Asherad's eyes lit up at Daphne's words. How could he feel bad when he was so deeply awakened?
“So I want to abandon you here.”
However, Asherad shed tears at the following words.
"Please."
“...”
“Please don’t abandon me.”
Daphne flinched at those words. It was the first time he had used formal language.
“Really, I did it because I was worried you might be in danger. I don’t care if I don’t become Emperor. I have no intention of becoming one.”
“...”
“If you tell me to hit my head, I will. If you tell me to take off my clothes and go outside, I will go! No one will see me as an Emperor.”
Asherad grabbed Daphne's leg. He whispered desperately.
“I wanted to give you my leash as a gift. If you can’t forgive me for becoming my dog, I wanted you to make me a dog.”
Daphne looked at him, holding onto her leg, and said.
“I.. I was wrong. I, so...”
“...”
“I won’t talk to you anymore. I won’t do anything useless like that. I’ll become a dog and stick to you. So.”
“...”
“So, I love you. Don’t abandon me.”
Asherad begged. When Daphne turned around, he was looking at her, sobbing. The Emperor who once ruled the world was on his knees, begging to be put on a leash and live as a dog.
“I will be your dog forever.”
“...”
“I wanted you to love me like this and keep me by your side. I don’t care if you curse and despise me. I don’t care!”
That was the difference between Asherad's love and Daphne's love. Asherad licked and greedily devoured any attention, treating her love as a drop of water, like a person crazy with thirst. Daphne only then saw that love.
She felt that Asherad was trying to take her place and rise above her.
“Please save me. I won’t do it again. I’ll be by your side, and only for you.”
“...”
“I’ll give you everything I have.”
Asherad begged. That's right. Asherad gave her the throne he had. He begged and begged, weeping.
Then Daphne suddenly realized.
Ah, this is what I want.
Daphne had no regrets about Asherad killing her father. She had a vague feeling for the man named 'Oliver', but she had no other connection to him than that he was her mother's beloved lover.
A person who didn't even know of his existence and didn't come looking for him, or someone who didn't even know if he existed or not. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, she's not without regret about his death. That's why she hates and detests Asherad. He became a beast and ended up killing her own people.
But this man, this crazy man, kept begging and begging. Even though his appearance was not like his former dignity, he was shouting that he loved her so much.
From now on, this person will only know how to love her. Even though he can be loved by others, he is obsessed with her.
Tears flowed from Daphne's eyes.
She could choose. Didn't she always want to be honest with her heart? Why did the laurel tree, transformed by the tree nymph, receive the sun's grace and stretch toward the sun? Was it resignation, or love for that man?
What would the spirit that had become the tree be like every time it received sunlight? Daphne knew the answer.
“Please, I love you. I love you. Daphne, I love you. Please!”
A wolf who wanted to complete his love by becoming a dog himself. She found this love terrible and hateful.
“You really don’t know what to do with yourself, Asherad, because you want to be my dog.”
“...”
“I really want you to be my dog.”
“...”
“I didn’t like that, but you’re willing to be that.”
But he knew that he, too, was experiencing that ugly love. He realized that Daphne had already gone mad from the courtship he had risked everything for.
Asherad continued to give Daphne his leash. The two could not be together unless it was in the form of atonement. Daphne would not have forgiven and would have lived a different life. Asking for forgiveness was a luxury, so they had to exist together in this form of condemnation.
He places the hilt of the sword in Daphne's delicate hands and tells her that she is willing to cut off his head. Asherad then asks her to willingly redeem him.
This was his way of loving.
He clings and asks to be locked up in her hands. This was his way of loving and being violent towards Daphne. This cunning man asks to be loved by condemning him.
You no longer want to stand before me. You willingly kneel at my feet and approach me like this. Asherad licked Daphne's tears with his tongue. He stroked Daphne's thigh with his huge hand.
“I will gladly be your dog.”
“...”
“Please let me be by your side.”
Asherad's tone had completely changed to that of a slave. Daphne ordered this man, no, the dog. Her reasoning was paralyzed, and she smiled faintly.
“Sit down.”
Then the dog knelt down.
“Lick it.”
Asherad licked Daphne's slender wrist as if he were extremely embarrassed. His tearful expression was full of joy.
They were matched by this ugly appearance.
He licked Daphne's long fingertips with his tongue like licking candy. Suddenly, his eyelashes were long. Suddenly, at that sight, Daphne pulled the leash and kissed this poor, foolish man's lips. She knew it was crazy. Still, she wanted to have a crazy love in this crazy world. Because she was already crazy.
Ah, the dog was delighted. Her warm lips opened, and Asherad greedily explored her lips.
A cheeky dog that covets its owner and its owner mixes together with his slimy tongue.
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