The Tragedy of The Villainess

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“Did you eat well? You don't seem to be eating much these days.”

Was it that obvious? Seria was a little embarrassed.

“It's just that I haven't had much of an appetite lately.”

Lesche frowned.

"That's why you’re so thin. Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll get it."

"Nothing in particular. …. And I’m not thin.”

“Yes, only the bones remain."

“No one said anything like that."

“I know you’re.”

A hand with explicit intent roamed over Seria’s body.

“I'll touch you to check it myself.”

"Of course you would. Where is another man who touches me as wildly as you do…."

Seria said this, but every time his hands touched her skin, it felt like electricity on her back.

When their bodies touched each other to the fullest, she could feel Lesche’s pulse beating strongly. She wrapped her arms around Lesche’s neck, quickly leaving her complicated mind behind.

His eyes widened a little as Seria kissed him. After going through the soft mucous membrane with her tongue, she lowered her hand and touched his solid body.

Lesche’s thighs wriggled relentlessly. Raising her head, she licked his earlobe as she always did.

In the midst of all this, the lower half of his body under the water continued to move. Apart from the groaning of something the size of an arm….

Her wrists were caught by Lesche.

“Seria.”

While the voice calling Seria oozed unresolved desire, Lesche’s face was strange.

“What's wrong?”

“What?”

“Is there something you desire? Why do you turn me on so openly?”

"If I tell you there's something I want, will you give it to me?"

“Tell me."

"…No. It's just that you do this every time too."

“Seria.”

Lesche’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Seria couldn't help but frown as well.

She had always sworn to this man that she would never keep secrets from him. But what could she do about the fact that Tuban told her to bring him Lesche’s heart?

She knew Lesche’s character. She knew him very well. So she was worried.

Tuban was Stern's guardian star, and he had protected her under the sacred tree, so she was afraid that if Lesche knew what Tuban wanted, he would one day grant it, if not immediately….

She thought she would lie to him appropriately, but she wasn't too keen on that either.

In the end, she slowly brushed his face down with both of her hands that were caught.

“I don't want to think about anything.”

She was thoroughly serious about these words. She hadn't been able to eat well for the past few days, and she couldn't sleep properly either. Even in bed, she pressed the red jewel of the circlet hundreds of times and passed out at dawn.

Lesche looked at Seria with darkened eyes and suddenly lifted her chin. Her expectation that he would kiss her was quickly dismissed. Lesche bit down hard on her neck. Seria let out a painful moan. He walked out of the tub. He kept a firm grip on Seria’s body.

Water dribbled along their bodies. Lesche, who roughly wiped Seria’s body with a thick towel prepared by the maids, even dressed her in a gown. Likewise, he in his new gown, held Seria’s hand, opened the bathroom door, and went out.

The servants passed in the hallway bowing their heads in surprise. It was unknown how many servants they met before they reached the bedroom. They all stepped back in amazement. Perhaps it was natural, since their gowns were wet and the bite mark was visible on Seria’s neck.

The bedroom door closed.

The bed was placed in the middle. Lesche picked Seria up and laid her down. He put his knees between her legs and asked.

“Do I need to stop you from thinking about anything? How many days? A week?"

It was clear what he meant. Seria hurriedly shook her head. Then Lesche spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Why? I don't mind staying in bed for a week."

“…Are you angry?"

Seria asked as she looked at her gown, which was half torn from Lesche’s hands. She felt like her body was about to be crushed like that. His hands, which even felt rough, stopped for a moment.

“No.”

"……."

“Seria.”

A short call. A few moments of silence passed. Lesche stared at her with an immense expression. She did not avoid his gaze either.

"I hope you can answer me one thing."

“What is it?"

“The reason you don't want to think about anything.”

Lesche’s forehead frowned a little. He seemed unusually careful in selecting his words.

"Is it because there's something bad?"

“What do you mean bad?”

“You're always afraid of many things.”

"……."

“It seems that there’s something that is scaring you again."

The moment Seria heard those words, she tightened her fingers strongly. Otherwise, she felt like tears would suddenly flow down her eyes. She reached out her cold hand and touched Lesche’s eyes. He placed his face on her hand gently.

His red eyes were fixed on her.

This guy who had been making her heart flutter from a long time ago.

"It's not like that. Really."

A sincere whisper. Lesche took Seria’s hand in his and pressed it firmly to his lips.

"That's enough.”

"Is that really all you need?"

Lesche gave a thin smile.

“Yes, Seria.”

That was all. He didn't ask any more questions.

Her heart throbbed. Seria held Lesche’s cheeks with her hands. She lifted her upper body a little and kissed him just like that. It felt like the hot and naked feeling was entwining with her heart. The problem was that a man who was so cold had become so warm.

That was a problem for her….

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Late at night.

Alliot opened the old, rattling door and entered.

The disappearance of Prince Jun was now known to the emperor of Glick. The imperial palace must have been turned over secretly, but it wasn’t Berg’s business.

However, they were quietly tracking Prince Jun in Berg. If it was tracking experience, thanks to the accumulation of it because of Mies, Alliot already had a clue.

‘I just need to confirm the information here.'

Prince Jun had a peculiar eye and hair color, as he was from the imperial family. No matter how well he hid it, he could not completely erase any trace of his escape.

"You said you saw a man with blue-gray hair and orange eyes."

When Elliot opened his mouth, a man who had been hiding in the darkness quietly walked out. He was the owner of this hut and the keeper of the forest. The roof was open, and the pouring moonlight was all the lights that could identify the man.

“Yes, sir. The one who looked like that passed by a week ago.”

“Which way did he go?"

Alliot tossed over a pouch and the man bent hurriedly.

‘'I'll…I'll show you directly!”

The man suddenly approached Alliot. Apart from walking as if his hips were breaking, he was strangely reaching toward Alliot’s wrist.

This was when Alliot watched this suspicious behavior with cold eyes.

“Arghhhhh!”

Suddenly the man's hand was cut off. At the same time, red blood gushed out like a fountain. The arm plopped to the ground, completely cut off. Alliot turned around.

Abigail was standing there, unknown when she had come in. She quickly threw the bloody dagger into the sky and inserted it into the ceiling. At the same time, two men who had been hiding in the darkness ran out shouting, but that was all. The suppression took place in a matter of seconds.

Alliot stepped down hard on the men's backs.

“Commander!”

Berg's knights jumped in from the distance, holding their breath. The priest, who had been secretly dispatched to the Great Temple, was with them.

The priest shouted.

“Those are sorcerers, no doubt! Strip them all."

Immediately the knights stripped the men completely. Indeed, there were peculiar patterns engraved on every inch of their bodies. Alliot glanced at Abigail, but she merely blinked.

The priest, who was hurriedly searching through his notebook, spoke with a gasp.

"Good. These are the last ones."

The Priests had such a vast store of information about sorcerers from other continents that there was even an Inquisitor in the Great Temple.

Thanks to this, the inquisitor was able to distinguish the patterns carved on the sorcerers' bodies. It was the moment when they finally caught the last of the sorcerers who had crawled onto the continent and mumbled at the end, "Gensha".

“So you finally caught all these lunatics.”

“We'll fly all of them immediately to the castle, Commander.”

“Inform His Highness that we are heading for the Central Territories."

The knights rushed out. The sorcerers were already out of breath.

They had already received information from several sources that Prince Jun was headed for the central territory. The Berg knights could not understand this.

The central territory was Berg territory.

Alliot opened his mouth after ordering them to take the bodies of the sorcerers.

“Sir Abigail Orrin.”

Abigail, who was about to disappear from the hut, turned around. The man’s severed arm was still in her hand.

“Why are you taking that arm with you?”

“The hand is poisoned. It is a poison that only works when fresh blood is on it.”

“Poison?”

Abigail was right. The man's palms were rotting with the poison and covered in reddish-black blood. So he sacrificed his body to kill someone….

Alliot frowned his forehead. They were terrible people.

“By the way, how did you know about that poison?”

Abigail glanced at Alliot.

“I learned it before. Unlike Sir Alliot."

"……."

Abigail was right. Alliot did not know about that poison.

But if he, the Knight Commander of the Order of Berg, didn't know enough about it, then it was a really rare poison. But he had no knowledge about such a poison in his memories, he was not at the level of a knight….

“Sir Abigail Orrin.”

Alliot asked, recalling Abigail's dagger that had cut the man's arm in an instant.

“Did you come in without telling me because you thought I might be infected?”

“I don't want to see my master worry. If Sir Alliot was injured, I'm afraid the efficiency of the chase would slow down.”

"……."

Abigail disappeared with the arm, which was dripping in a mess of blood and poison. There was no time to stop her. Alliot frowned his forehead.

He scratched his neck as he watched Abigail disappear.

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