Chapter 17 – 1. The Man Who Comes Back to Life Even After Dying (7)
Dawn approached. When I came to my senses, I was already exhausted. Her muscles were twitching so much that the throbbing sensation didn’t seem to subside, and the stiff prick still didn’t die.
It’s because the dragon’s blood, which is extremely strong, has less medicinal effect.
“Are you awake?”
He swallowed the pain and got up. The bedroom was littered with traces of an affair. Searching for traces of a cruel lover in the white sheets, I found Beatrix adjusting her clothes in front of a full-length mirror in that corner.
Judging by the dampness of her hair, it seemed that she had already washed it, and from the way she wore the uniform of the SS called combat uniform instead of the formal dress of the old kingdom, which was no different from everyday clothes, she was able to foresee the disaster that would happen in the future.
“I tried some frittatas. You’ll be hungry, so don’t skip it.”
A large plate and its cover occupied the table where the glass had been tilted earlier. According to Beatrix, it was a frittata. She said that she would have prepared for me as I would have eaten her body.
“Did you ask Helga again?”
“I did it myself. So, don’t leave anything behind and eat it.”
I stared at the table, which had been washed with a red linen tablecloth. There, besides the frittata that the queen said was handmade, there was a beverage processed in a transparent glass and can. It was my favorite Bernhard’s industrial product soda.
“Why, did you put the blood of the wyvern this time?”
“It was made hard. It’s your favorite flavor.”
“So what? If you feel the same way, you won’t be enough even if you spit on it and throw it in the trash!”
“…… If so, I will be very sorry. However, if that makes you feel better, I won’t stop you.”
Beatrix spat out indifferently. I opened her mouth as I watched her unbutton her top and tie her tie. It was because she couldn’t bear to ask.
“How many do you plan to kill today?”
Her ceremonial dress, which she usually wears, is a dress that brings together the legitimacy of the old Bernhard family and the dignity of the military commander. The so-called knight’s uniform puts the most importance on external fashion, but anyway, it is durable as it is worn by the president of a country.
However, it is a different story if you compare it to that combat uniform you are wearing now, the outfit of the Supreme Leader of the SS. In the first place, this Bernhard, ruled by Beatrix, is nominally a republic, but in reality it is no different from her empire.
Where did that start?
It’s just a fake Republican. Appearing suddenly in politics as a local influential person, she defeated numerous challenges to me and overpowered all political opponents. Was she wearing a fancy knight’s uniform at the moment when such a woman was purging the party’s moderates and dissidents?
Was she wearing just such a knight’s uniform while single-handedly repelling the knights under the royal family’s wolf, Elisabeth?
Not. At the moment of defeating those who challenged me, the only clothes the queen was wearing were those of the supreme leader of the SS. Even in the days when even the name of the SS was nothing more than a shock brigade, which was the forerunner, Beatrix Adler used that black, authoritarian armor as her combat uniform.
“A lot of people died the day you wore them.”
“Are you giving meaning to my clothes now?”
“Where are you this time? Which innocent city will tread the lines of the Campania Partenope?”
“Take it easy. This time, there are no prostitutes to burn and no children to trample on.”
I couldn’t contain her anger and threw her pillow at her. Beatrix didn’t stop tying her tie even as she watched it fly towards her head. For she was indeed her child’s play to a wizard like her.
“Jungwoo, it was you who recognized them as prostitutes and children who deserved to die.”
The pillow that was flying in the air picked up and fell to the floor as if it was blocked by something on the way.
“How many more kills are you going to be satisfied with!”
“Until there is nothing more to kill.”
“What is the standard that determines their life and death!”
“If you want to know, become stronger.”
Beatrix, who was fully equipped with her uniform, put on her coat and hairdo for the last time. Armaments were kept in a place other than the bedroom, so now all of the business in this room was over. At least that’s how I saw it.
“For the time being, I have business on the eastern front. It should be back next week.”
“Go and never come back.”
“Until you return, I will allow you to be free. I will not watch. Do as you please.”
Beatrix approached the bed. He grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. He was humiliated, but he couldn’t resist. It’s not because it’s sweet and fragrant. Because I don’t have the strength to do that.
“…… Inse is a place where truly disgusting and admirable groups coexist.”
Beatrix showered me with a one-sided love attack on me, who was weak due to a series of convulsions. I focused on interacting with him by stroking his cheek, putting a pod in his hand, kissing him, or biting his neck.
“I don’t know what they’re up to, but those Restorationists are very tenacious.”
Terrifying year. I felt a chill run down my spine. It wasn’t just because this beautiful rose bit and licked my body. It was because he pushed that sharp thorn into his throat and proved that he could be threatened at any time.
“Can you get their grudge and still be fine?”
“Don’t meddle. That was our deal.”
“I wonder what makes you so special.”
“…… As far as I can, I will take care of it.”
Before long, Beatrix fell from me. He stretched out a long thread of spittle and spittle in an obnoxious way, wiped his lips with his thumb as if he had eaten well, and murmured.
“Anything would be better than shutting yourself in a corner and having nightmares.”
“Quickly turn off.”
“I will call you once a day. Get it on time.”
Even Ogi Lola shut his mouth, not wanting to do that.
“Always remember that it is very easy for me to change your mind.”
However, the cruel queen did not tolerate even that, and she made me obedient with only two words. Again and again she mentioned the names of my dead wife and her daughter.
“Never forget the case of Victoria and Cecilia. The reason I let you go until now is because I respect your will. Because I thought that only your true love was worth it.”
I bit my lip. I wanted to shout that it would never happen, but I couldn’t. It was because the words he had uttered all night, having already given in to drugs, pain, and pleasure, had taken away their qualifications.
“You don’t have to put me first. I also like having an affair with another woman. Even if you have a child and are faithful to the family, it doesn’t matter. As long as it doesn’t block your life, your future.”
Beatrix slowly turned her back. As it was, he took a step outside, then came to a halt and opened his mouth with only his head turned to the side.
“But Jungwoo?”
Then, in a voice that couldn’t be more determined, he added and left.
“…… I will not tolerate any refusal of my affection.”
Bubbly.
* * *
Fatigue set in.
The bedroom from which the queen had left was both reassuring and very still, and somehow it was difficult to shake off the feeling of loneliness. And I, who was very beggarly in that fact, got up quickly from my seat. As I moved forward with the intention of knocking on the piano in the drawing room, I kept stepping on the table on the other side and moved my path.
The frittata was covered with a plate to prevent it from getting cold. Bernhard Soda, which I once said was my favorite. Extravagantly, the plates and cans were enchanted with warming. So the food was still warm and the drinks were still cool.
“…… Fuck.”
If you think about who prepared this meal, you don’t feel comfortable even if you overturn it on the floor and trample it with your feet. But to her goddamn side, she didn’t want to take her anger out on her childish food, and apart from hating her, her words somehow got stuck in her mind and she picked them up.
I hate to admit it, but it was really good. The frittata, made with basil, tomatoes, and fusilli, was generously sprinkled with cheese and pepper, boasting a luxurious and warm taste. In terms of skill alone, she was no match for Helga, who would have devoted her entire life to cooking.
“Uselessly delicious.”
It was quite a lot, but it didn’t take long to eat it all. First of all, because it tastes great. And even if I knew it was rude, I ate while moving around with a plate and a can, and when I arrived at my door, I was able to put down the cleanly emptied tableware.
– I worked hard on it. It’s your favorite flavor.
Indeed it was. But I didn’t want to express my gratitude. It was because her brutality under the guise of a deal was too much.
I went into the bathroom attached to my room, washed myself and dried my hair with a towel. Together with him, I tried to chase away my inner sadness.
It honestly didn’t go well. Even to the point where I put on roughly any gown.
But when I saw a plate I hadn’t seen before on my desk, and a small note lying next to it, I was able to forget that feeling for a moment.
‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t deny it.’
What was on the plate was a heart-shaped cake. Even though it was the size of the palm of my hand, it was definitely Helga’s skill that the shape was excellent. She seemed to have been bothered the whole time that she probably knew that she was aphrodisiac with the wine, but hadn’t told her about it.
Yes, what’s wrong with you as an employee. I’m really sorry that I dragged you in.
The taste is really bitter. I felt like I wanted to lie down on the bed and go to sleep. However, it seemed that I would not be able to sleep because of this muscle pain that showed no signs of stopping. So I put the cake in place and left the room with the note in the drawer.
I was full thanks to the frittata, so I thought of playing the piano to my heart’s content like a damn male prostitute.
“…… Jungwoo Ball.”
However, as soon as I left the door, there was a 2m tall demon woman standing there.
It was Elizabeth. She was in her sleeping clothes or a simple tracksuit, scratching her head and blocking my path.
“Elizabeth, haven’t you been sleeping yet?”
“Yes, actually, I was standing on the central steps all the way.”
“Bun? Then you must have met Beatrix. It hasn’t been long since I went down.”
“I didn’t run into him, but I saw him go out the front door earlier.”
Is it because of awkwardness? Our conversation didn’t go well. I shook off my bewilderment and waited for her to speak. It was difficult to guess the reason why a woman who should have returned to her room a few hours ago was still working her nightly job on the central staircase until dawn.
“Hey, if you’ll excuse me, are you okay for a minute?”
“Yes?”
“I have something to tell you.”
“Yes, please.”
I was startled and wondered if something had happened. But it wasn’t. Elisabeth, who had let out a frustrated sigh and scratched her head, slowly approached me and opened her arms. As she was, she held me tightly in her arms and apologized.
“…… Sorry.”
I seemed to know then.
“Did you overhear?”
“Yes, I kept thinking about it the entire time I moved to the room. I came back at the risk of being reprimanded and overheard a sound coming from inside.”
I see. I mean, I heard it all. Then, it is understandable that Elizabeth, who simply obeyed her orders, handed her an apology like this. She must have never thought that something like that would happen.
Well, even though Beatrix had put an employee in the official residence into my bedroom, yesterday was the first time she undressed her in front of me and forced me to make a choice.
― Victoria is a prostitute…….
– What about Cecchili?
―Die, I was a deserving child…… !
Suddenly her face heated up. I didn’t know what to do with her shame. It seemed that even tears would come out to her side. I spat out curses while saying fuck, fuck, in vain. The more I did, the more Elisabeth hugged my body and replaced her comfort. Like Helga, I asked for forgiveness in my own way.
“I really didn’t know you would go through such humiliation.”
The words that came out of my mouth to reach the climax collapsed me. Surrounded by her sense of shame, I couldn’t bear to cry in front of her, so I groaned. This is what fucking rape is all about. I guess I was violated, not traded.
“If I had known it was like that, I would have let him run away even if it meant punishing me.”
It was a fact I realized too late.
