The King's whore. It wasn't something she had thought about. Isabella also tried to digest it by repeating it to herself.
However, this was not an easy title for a woman who had once dreamed the biggest dream in the Central Continent to accept. And it was even less convincing when she heard it from a man.
“I won’t leave you alone!”
Isabella was evil.
“I will tell His Majesty, and he will not let this happen!”
“Did I say something wrong?”
Ariadne smiled, the corners of her lips turning up crookedly.
“So you are the King’s wife? Do I not recognize Her Majesty the Queen?”
It wasn't like the always calm Ariadne.
“I wish you would be my mother-in-law.”
It was a very aggressive tone, full of ridicule.
“No, your life goal is to become my mother-in-law, right? Are you really stuck in the gutter of life?”
Isabella, her face pale, jumped up from her seat. She strode over to Ariadne and raised her right hand like an angry cat.
Ariadne laughed inwardly, for Isabella was no match for her physically.
She clearly saw Isabella's hand, and she thought she had put out her right hand just in time to stop it.
But it was just half too late. Isabella's right hand flew out fiercely and struck Ariadne in the face.
“...Did you hit me?”
Ariadne glared at Isabella, covering her face with her left hand. The moisture in her green eyes and the whites of her eyes glowed white together.
Isabella, startled by the momentum, took a step back. Ariadne lunged at her with a fierce roar.
After that, it was a brawl.
"Ah!"
Isabella struggled as her hair was grabbed. With her short arms, she struggled and barely managed to grab Ariadne's hair.
"Hey!"
Ariadne roared and tried to throw Isabella off, but it was no use. Isabella clung to her desperately, waving her arms.
Ariadne supported her body with her left leg and tried to kick Isabella with her right leg. Her whole body swayed and shook.
If it were her, she would have been able to hold out well, but overall, her body felt dull and slow.
'!'
Isabella took advantage of the gap to scratch Ariadne's face. Ariadne reached out to meet her hand.
“Ahh!”
Isabella made her final remark. Long and short reaches were the difference between victory and defeat.
Isabella tried to pull herself aside when she saw Ariadne's claws, but failed. Getting scratched by the sharp claws was inevitable.
But it would have been better to just take the hit instead of avoiding it. As she was leaning forward to avoid Ariadne, she got cut by the meat cleaver on the table, leaving a large gash on her cheek.
Bright red blood flowed from Isabella's face. A burning pain followed shortly after.
“You, you, what are you doing to my face...!”
Isabella screamed in confusion.
Her beautiful face was Isabella's life. Isabella once thought she would die before she grew old. She never imagined that she would be marred by scars before she even grew old.
And then it happened. She muttered like a fool.
“Kill me, I’ll kill you... I’ll kill you!”
The venom slowly returned to Isabella's eyes. She looked at Ariadne and cried out angrily.
“I’m going to draw your face too!”
Ariadne taunted Isabella, who was panicking.
“Why, you only have a face?”
She looked down at Isabella triumphantly.
“Even if I have a cross scar on my face right now, I am still the Prince’s wife.”
"Aaah!!"
Isabella, enraged, lunged at Ariadne. Isabella's body flew through the air. It was an unbelievable speed for her size and strength.
Bam!
Two girls rolled on the floor, the smaller blonde one on top.
Ariadne tried to avoid Isabella, who rushed at her, but was crushed by her sister. She barely pushed Isabella away and raised her upper body, expecting the pain to surge into her back and the back of her head. But unexpectedly, the severe pain surged from her lower abdomen.
“Ahhh...?”
The area between her legs was hot and wet. She slowly spread her thighs. From her knees to her pubic area, she felt terrible pain at the same time. It was sticky. Isabella's screams, with a long scar on her face, could be heard from afar.
Her vision was blurry. Everything was hazy, as if she were looking through dirty glass.
But the colors were distinguishable. The hem of Ariadne’s green dress was stained with black. It was a nightmare-like color, red blood racing against green fabric.
As soon as the two ladies' voices were raised, the palace people had already gathered around and were holding their breath. However, no one dared to interfere.
Then, when the sound of 'wadangtangtang' was heard, someone ran to the King's inner chambers, and another ran to the Prince's palace. Each was to report to the master of their respective palace.
Those who rushed to the former were in vain. Since Leo III had secretly left for a foreign trip, not many people knew that the King was not at Palagio Carlo. Instead, the King's secretary, Sir Delpiano, heard the story late and began to rush to the restaurant in question.
The man who ran to the palace appeared with Prince Alfonso, full of anger like a cloud filled with thunder and lightning. He was running at an unbelievable speed.
The Prince, who had come from the parade ground and was wearing only training pants, boots, and a thin shirt, shouted like thunder.
“What the heck is going on right now!”
Ariadne, wearing a blood-stained skirt, was leaning against a chair in the corner of the restaurant and moaning.
“Has no one called a doctor yet?!”
The mood was ominous. The people who should have called the doctor, including the restaurant manager and Isabella's maid, began to tremble.
Fortunately, the Prince appeared on the parade ground accompanied by a chaplain from the Black Helmet Knights. The Prince's doctor immediately went to Ariadne, who had a pale complexion and closed eyes.
“Over there...!”
Isabella opened her mouth. If you are a chaplain of the Black Helmet Knights, you are the best surgeon on the continent. Isabella, who has a long horizontal wound on her left cheek, is anxious.
But Alfonso glared at her with his menacing eyes. Isabella had this much insight. Even she immediately shut her mouth.
The doctor, freed from the bothersome people under the protection of his lord, touched his patient's forehead. But the doctor immediately frowned. Something was off.
The doctor took out a very basic mercury thermometer from the Moorish Empire from his luggage. He measured Ariadne's exact temperature.
“98.6 Pato...”
It was a higher body temperature than a healthy person. However, based on his practical experience as the best surgeon in the Central Continent, a patient with this level of bleeding should have a much higher body temperature. A very high fever was normal.
Although it was different from his regular patients in that it was a hematoma rather than a wound, the principle would be the same since a hematoma is also caused by a rupture somewhere in the body. However, as a specialist, he had to inform his employees about that part.
"Your Highness."
The doctor called Prince Alfonso. He whispered in the Prince's ear so that no one around him could hear.
“I don’t think this is the area I’m best at.”
Prince Alfonso's eyebrows twitched. He was not about to allow the expert he had brought in to back out and say that this was not his responsibility. The doctor realized that the Prince had misunderstood what he had said.
“No, no, I’m not saying I don’t know, my lord.”
The Prince looked at his doctor with a murderous expression. The doctor waved his hand.
“That’s because this is something that a herbalist, not a doctor, should look at.”
“What does that mean?”
Alfonso asked point-blank.
“Is Ariadne okay?”
“Yes. It’s not my area of expertise, but I believe that her life will not be in danger. However...”
The doctor noticed and added.
“The Prince’s companion seems to have lost her child.”
Everyone in the Grande Sala da Franco thought they heard the roar of a beast. Prince Alfonso cried as he held the fallen Ariadne.
“What the heck!”
The woman's limbs shook along with the man's movements as if they were those of a dead person. He roared again.
“What the heck! This is ridiculous!”
Alfonso took Ariadne as his wife and swore to keep her safe and sound until the end of time.
It was a pledge that he could make with a certain degree of confidence. The leader of the temple, whose fame spread throughout the continent, never imagined that he would not be able to protect his wife and children.
And yet here, now, his child was dead and his companion was lying on the ground, all because of some insignificant thing done by an incredibly insignificant human being.
“Isabella de Contarini!”
The greatest victorious general in the Central Continent growled.
“Do you know what you just did!”
Isabella's face turned pale.
“You killed the heir to the throne!”
Since he was of low birth, he had no right of succession and was not of royal blood; anyone who brought up the subject would be infuriated. In fact, it didn't matter. Alfonso's anger was not because the dead child was a descendant of the royal family.
“You! Killed my child!”
Alfonso growled like an animal. It was the roar of a man who had lost his blood relative, who had lost the thing he had to protect most in the world. It was the rage of a young father who had been waiting for good news, no matter what it might be.
“You took my child’s life.”
Alfonso muttered in a voice that sounded like something Bahmut would say just before he attacked, crawling out of hell.
“I will take your life too.”
Someone screamed. It wasn't Isabella's scream. She turned pale and glared at the Prince, breathing heavily.
The Prince felt around at his waist and realized that it was the practice sword he had been using on the parade grounds.
“Bring me the Khaledbuch!”
The Prince's frosty command was given. There was a stir among the people in the restaurant who realized that Prince Alfonso was sincere. However, his loyal knights who had followed the Prince from the parade ground were not shaken at all.
“Your Highness!”
Sir Desilio ran out immediately, heading for the Prince's palace to get his sword. At that moment, a high-pitched, hysterical scream rang out.
“Well, you reap what you sow!”
It was Isabella. She raised her voice even with her pale face. It was a do-or-die situation.
“Your Highness! It was my sister who barged into the palace without permission and started a fight with me first! I got hurt too!”
A gleam of light shone in Prince Alfonso's eyes. He did not speak for long.
“You are truly crazy.”
He didn't wait for the Holy Sword, but drew the sword at his waist.
However, this was not an easy title for a woman who had once dreamed the biggest dream in the Central Continent to accept. And it was even less convincing when she heard it from a man.
“I won’t leave you alone!”
Isabella was evil.
“I will tell His Majesty, and he will not let this happen!”
“Did I say something wrong?”
Ariadne smiled, the corners of her lips turning up crookedly.
“So you are the King’s wife? Do I not recognize Her Majesty the Queen?”
It wasn't like the always calm Ariadne.
“I wish you would be my mother-in-law.”
It was a very aggressive tone, full of ridicule.
“No, your life goal is to become my mother-in-law, right? Are you really stuck in the gutter of life?”
Isabella, her face pale, jumped up from her seat. She strode over to Ariadne and raised her right hand like an angry cat.
Ariadne laughed inwardly, for Isabella was no match for her physically.
She clearly saw Isabella's hand, and she thought she had put out her right hand just in time to stop it.
But it was just half too late. Isabella's right hand flew out fiercely and struck Ariadne in the face.
“...Did you hit me?”
Ariadne glared at Isabella, covering her face with her left hand. The moisture in her green eyes and the whites of her eyes glowed white together.
Isabella, startled by the momentum, took a step back. Ariadne lunged at her with a fierce roar.
After that, it was a brawl.
"Ah!"
Isabella struggled as her hair was grabbed. With her short arms, she struggled and barely managed to grab Ariadne's hair.
"Hey!"
Ariadne roared and tried to throw Isabella off, but it was no use. Isabella clung to her desperately, waving her arms.
Ariadne supported her body with her left leg and tried to kick Isabella with her right leg. Her whole body swayed and shook.
If it were her, she would have been able to hold out well, but overall, her body felt dull and slow.
'!'
Isabella took advantage of the gap to scratch Ariadne's face. Ariadne reached out to meet her hand.
“Ahh!”
Isabella made her final remark. Long and short reaches were the difference between victory and defeat.
Isabella tried to pull herself aside when she saw Ariadne's claws, but failed. Getting scratched by the sharp claws was inevitable.
But it would have been better to just take the hit instead of avoiding it. As she was leaning forward to avoid Ariadne, she got cut by the meat cleaver on the table, leaving a large gash on her cheek.
Bright red blood flowed from Isabella's face. A burning pain followed shortly after.
“You, you, what are you doing to my face...!”
Isabella screamed in confusion.
Her beautiful face was Isabella's life. Isabella once thought she would die before she grew old. She never imagined that she would be marred by scars before she even grew old.
And then it happened. She muttered like a fool.
“Kill me, I’ll kill you... I’ll kill you!”
The venom slowly returned to Isabella's eyes. She looked at Ariadne and cried out angrily.
“I’m going to draw your face too!”
Ariadne taunted Isabella, who was panicking.
“Why, you only have a face?”
She looked down at Isabella triumphantly.
“Even if I have a cross scar on my face right now, I am still the Prince’s wife.”
"Aaah!!"
Isabella, enraged, lunged at Ariadne. Isabella's body flew through the air. It was an unbelievable speed for her size and strength.
Bam!
Two girls rolled on the floor, the smaller blonde one on top.
Ariadne tried to avoid Isabella, who rushed at her, but was crushed by her sister. She barely pushed Isabella away and raised her upper body, expecting the pain to surge into her back and the back of her head. But unexpectedly, the severe pain surged from her lower abdomen.
“Ahhh...?”
The area between her legs was hot and wet. She slowly spread her thighs. From her knees to her pubic area, she felt terrible pain at the same time. It was sticky. Isabella's screams, with a long scar on her face, could be heard from afar.
Her vision was blurry. Everything was hazy, as if she were looking through dirty glass.
But the colors were distinguishable. The hem of Ariadne’s green dress was stained with black. It was a nightmare-like color, red blood racing against green fabric.
***
As soon as the two ladies' voices were raised, the palace people had already gathered around and were holding their breath. However, no one dared to interfere.
Then, when the sound of 'wadangtangtang' was heard, someone ran to the King's inner chambers, and another ran to the Prince's palace. Each was to report to the master of their respective palace.
Those who rushed to the former were in vain. Since Leo III had secretly left for a foreign trip, not many people knew that the King was not at Palagio Carlo. Instead, the King's secretary, Sir Delpiano, heard the story late and began to rush to the restaurant in question.
The man who ran to the palace appeared with Prince Alfonso, full of anger like a cloud filled with thunder and lightning. He was running at an unbelievable speed.
The Prince, who had come from the parade ground and was wearing only training pants, boots, and a thin shirt, shouted like thunder.
“What the heck is going on right now!”
Ariadne, wearing a blood-stained skirt, was leaning against a chair in the corner of the restaurant and moaning.
“Has no one called a doctor yet?!”
The mood was ominous. The people who should have called the doctor, including the restaurant manager and Isabella's maid, began to tremble.
Fortunately, the Prince appeared on the parade ground accompanied by a chaplain from the Black Helmet Knights. The Prince's doctor immediately went to Ariadne, who had a pale complexion and closed eyes.
“Over there...!”
Isabella opened her mouth. If you are a chaplain of the Black Helmet Knights, you are the best surgeon on the continent. Isabella, who has a long horizontal wound on her left cheek, is anxious.
But Alfonso glared at her with his menacing eyes. Isabella had this much insight. Even she immediately shut her mouth.
The doctor, freed from the bothersome people under the protection of his lord, touched his patient's forehead. But the doctor immediately frowned. Something was off.
The doctor took out a very basic mercury thermometer from the Moorish Empire from his luggage. He measured Ariadne's exact temperature.
“98.6 Pato...”
It was a higher body temperature than a healthy person. However, based on his practical experience as the best surgeon in the Central Continent, a patient with this level of bleeding should have a much higher body temperature. A very high fever was normal.
Although it was different from his regular patients in that it was a hematoma rather than a wound, the principle would be the same since a hematoma is also caused by a rupture somewhere in the body. However, as a specialist, he had to inform his employees about that part.
"Your Highness."
The doctor called Prince Alfonso. He whispered in the Prince's ear so that no one around him could hear.
“I don’t think this is the area I’m best at.”
Prince Alfonso's eyebrows twitched. He was not about to allow the expert he had brought in to back out and say that this was not his responsibility. The doctor realized that the Prince had misunderstood what he had said.
“No, no, I’m not saying I don’t know, my lord.”
The Prince looked at his doctor with a murderous expression. The doctor waved his hand.
“That’s because this is something that a herbalist, not a doctor, should look at.”
“What does that mean?”
Alfonso asked point-blank.
“Is Ariadne okay?”
“Yes. It’s not my area of expertise, but I believe that her life will not be in danger. However...”
The doctor noticed and added.
“The Prince’s companion seems to have lost her child.”
Everyone in the Grande Sala da Franco thought they heard the roar of a beast. Prince Alfonso cried as he held the fallen Ariadne.
“What the heck!”
The woman's limbs shook along with the man's movements as if they were those of a dead person. He roared again.
“What the heck! This is ridiculous!”
Alfonso took Ariadne as his wife and swore to keep her safe and sound until the end of time.
It was a pledge that he could make with a certain degree of confidence. The leader of the temple, whose fame spread throughout the continent, never imagined that he would not be able to protect his wife and children.
And yet here, now, his child was dead and his companion was lying on the ground, all because of some insignificant thing done by an incredibly insignificant human being.
“Isabella de Contarini!”
The greatest victorious general in the Central Continent growled.
“Do you know what you just did!”
Isabella's face turned pale.
“You killed the heir to the throne!”
Since he was of low birth, he had no right of succession and was not of royal blood; anyone who brought up the subject would be infuriated. In fact, it didn't matter. Alfonso's anger was not because the dead child was a descendant of the royal family.
“You! Killed my child!”
Alfonso growled like an animal. It was the roar of a man who had lost his blood relative, who had lost the thing he had to protect most in the world. It was the rage of a young father who had been waiting for good news, no matter what it might be.
“You took my child’s life.”
Alfonso muttered in a voice that sounded like something Bahmut would say just before he attacked, crawling out of hell.
“I will take your life too.”
Someone screamed. It wasn't Isabella's scream. She turned pale and glared at the Prince, breathing heavily.
The Prince felt around at his waist and realized that it was the practice sword he had been using on the parade grounds.
“Bring me the Khaledbuch!”
The Prince's frosty command was given. There was a stir among the people in the restaurant who realized that Prince Alfonso was sincere. However, his loyal knights who had followed the Prince from the parade ground were not shaken at all.
“Your Highness!”
Sir Desilio ran out immediately, heading for the Prince's palace to get his sword. At that moment, a high-pitched, hysterical scream rang out.
“Well, you reap what you sow!”
It was Isabella. She raised her voice even with her pale face. It was a do-or-die situation.
“Your Highness! It was my sister who barged into the palace without permission and started a fight with me first! I got hurt too!”
A gleam of light shone in Prince Alfonso's eyes. He did not speak for long.
“You are truly crazy.”
He didn't wait for the Holy Sword, but drew the sword at his waist.
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