Chapter 507 – Learning From Dragons II (3)
Seeing that Lauren had changed so much from before, Maray could only try to comprehend the current situation by forcing her breath in and out. Lauren was drunk. And she was sincere.
“Me… Didn’t you hate it?”
“I hate it.”
Lauren answered calmly. Marey stopped, but she led him with a violent hand and turned around in place.
“But you might like it as much.”
I said I hate it, but I love it It was a difficult word to understand. But it seemed to know. It wasn’t her own problem.
“Do you hate grandfather, the hero… ?”
Lauren said nothing. Marey moved at her slightly faster tempo. Her feet twisted a few times, but little by little she got used to it.
“Emotions are poison. Blur the essence. Even if there is a clear answer, it prevents you from spitting out a confident answer. It’s a bad thing.”
“…Did you love me?”
“…Now I don’t know.”
Lauren laughed self-deprecatingly. Hate and love, even though they were so far apart. It seemed so intertwined that Lauren couldn’t tell what was what. She seemed to love Lauren, she still loved the warrior she was.
That’s why you answer so cowardly. However, the sight of her running away despite her hatred stimulated Marei’s distorted possessive desire. I wanted to hear words full of confidence that I love myself from that mouth. I wanted to hear that you hate the hero.
“You can’t concentrate on dancing. Try not to let my excitement cool down.”
At Lauren’s words, Maray suppressed her suffocating emotions and focused on Lauren. She is not a woman who wants to be pushed down at any moment, and even though she is about to fall at any moment, she continues to move along with her steps, continuing her footsteps that may fall at any moment.
She continued such a precarious dance, gently holding Marey’s hand, for a long time, only to stop when sweat formed on the boy’s forehead. A faint smell of alcohol wafted from his breath.
“Walter and Ravel would be yours. What are you so dissatisfied with?”
Lauren asked as if she didn’t understand.
“No complaints, just…”
“It’s not that I don’t like Ravela, and it’s not that she doesn’t want to have Valter. So, are you simply feeling repulsive about someone pushing you on the back to do something?”
“Should I say it was sudden…”
Lauren lets out a small sigh. Then, before she knew it, she grabbed Marey’s cheek and lowered her head to a distance where she could feel her breath, meeting her gaze.
“Marei de Parwen, you don’t know…”
I couldn’t escape Lauren’s purple eyes. She was looking down at the gigantic being contained within. She couldn’t guess the size. She had golden eyes. Torn to the left and right of her, the dragon’s eyes looked down at her.
“You are enjoying great luck that no one in this world has had. I didn’t think I’d show this kind of mercy after Marie, but you’re enjoying a lot of luck, many times that of Marie. What should I do with you?”
Marei tried to gauge the size of the being in front of her, but she didn’t. Just before, she had Lauren in front of her, and Lauren’s purple eyes were in front of her, but what she saw was a gigantic dragon whose size was hard to guess in front of her…
“There was not a single person I treated so kindly, except for the hero. There was no one I showed favor to except for the hero.”
The dragon slowly raised its head. Just that movement made the air tremble. No, I felt like I was about to collapse just by the pressure of the air. The size of the dragon, which was so high that it was impossible to reach even if it lifted its head for a long time, was unrealistic, but the sensation of pressing down on the whole body was very realistic.
“I understood most of Ran’s story. I am disgusted with the man clinging to him, angry and wanting to kill him, but I have decided to forgive you. Even so, you say you don’t like it. You? Dare?”
A dragon stood in front of him. Maray realized too late that it was Lauren standing in front of her eyes. She couldn’t tell if she was seeing her fantasy or if she was seeing the real truth.
She couldn’t breathe I could feel her heart beating. No, it felt like it was twisting inside her, and her body was asking for oxygen. Marei tried to force her breath out, but only gasping for breath lingered in the corners of her mouth.
“What shall I do with you, Marey de Parwen?”
The back of Lauren’s hand slowly brushed up her cheek.
“What should I do, to make you listen to me? Could she have been locked up and raised since Marie died? Or should I separate you from Labella and educate you in my own way?”
Lauren said it casually. Marei unconsciously shook her head.
“Yeah, I think so too. Can you imagine How much I hate you and how much I love you. That’s why I respect you. The reason I respect you is because I love you, and it’s because I hate you as much. Mare de Parwen.”
Loren’s hand pulls down the boy’s eyepatch hidden in her magic.
“This is enough warning… Tomorrow, I will teach you the violin. You have to get up early, so don’t go to bed too late.”
Lauren slipped Marey away from her.
“Don’t think that my favor will always be permanent. Emotions are… Because it changes at any time. “
Left alone in the room, Marey watched Lauren’s back for a while. She felt like she was going to collapse at any moment, but seeing her walk away casually, she wondered if it was her own illusion.
Marey touched her eyes involuntarily. Her eyepatch was pulled down. Lauren looked into her own eyes. But nothing changed.
Gradually grasping the geography of the castle, Marei always returned the black-haired elf maid who was waiting outside her door and walked through her corridors. The arched windows, which stretched over three meters, were lined up at regular intervals, so it didn’t feel too dark.
Artificial lights were twinkling in the distance, but too small and insignificant to illuminate the venom. I put my hand on the wall. It was very cold and hard. Even though summer is slowly approaching, a cool breeze blows at night.
Maray walked down the hallway in silence, sweeping her wall with her fingertips. The castle was too wide. Maids and knights were occasionally seen, but it was too vast and cold for an individual to handle. How much time Lauren had been alone here.
The more she tried to understand her, the more distant and distant she only felt. Her obsession with her hero was mingled with her love and hatred, and now it seemed that even she herself did not know what she was thinking.
She didn’t even know if she was because she was already a person who didn’t exist anymore. She remembered the person she no longer met. Because most of her day was covered with lust, her visit to Balter became less frequent, but whenever she thought of her Marie, Marey couldn’t help but feel her nose grow cold at the insatiable sense of loss.
She has a label of her own. She also has Erden. She has cute big dog-like elf pets, Julia, Ran, Philia, etc., But what about her Lauren?
Laim de Parwen is dead. Ravel and Ran were also taken out by themselves. She had nothing left of her. She was only the ghost of a dead warrior. Thinking so made Lauren feel sorry for her. What would she think when she looked at herself so twisted and broken? What will she think when she sees Ravela?
So many assumptions and so many thoughts ran through my head. Lauren didn’t know that she was projecting her heroism from herself. She might be projecting herself onto Labella, and she didn’t know. So she attached herself and her Labella, not realizing that Lilith was what she wanted for herself and Labella, the form of her happiness that had been deprived of her own ancestors that she had never seen.
On the way back to her assigned room, Maray thought about Lauren for a while. Her hallway was long, but shorter than she thought without an answer. Marey realized that she was standing in front of Ravela’s room.
She was about to knock on the door, but her prankster turned around and carefully opened the door. The well-maintained door did not hear any hinges. There was no one in the living room. The door to the terrace was closed, and the moonlight shone without even a shadow beyond the transparent glass.
Labella was nowhere to be seen. She moved to the study, but only organized files were neatly placed on the desk. Marey unwittingly opened the file. In the first entry, which was written as Northern Military Inspection Report, it was written as Duke of Pahu.
She was curious as well, but if she asked Ravela she would answer honestly, but she didn’t need to look so secretly, so she closed the file. Most of the other things seemed to be work-related. Could she have waited while working? I was sorry that I had neglected Ravela too much because I had spent so much time with Lauren.
Ravella’s personal space, whether to call it a room or to say that it had been moved into her house, was large. Had she gone for a walk? There was no sound from the bathroom. After looking around her room for some reason she didn’t know why it existed, Marei finally moved her steps toward her bedroom. Labella, in a translucent negligee, was asleep, curled up on her bed.
I was intrigued by Ravella’s defenseless appearance, but it was rare to see her so asleep, so Marei carefully sat down next to her so she wouldn’t wake up. It must have been some time since she took a bath, and her skin was still red.
There was a gentle scent of perfumed oil that was neither too sweet nor too clean. It was similar to my usual body scent, but a bit sticky. To put it mildly, it was a scent that reminded me of Lauren.
Marey cautiously climbed onto her bed and placed the tip of her nose on the nape of Ravela’s neck. The comforting scent was addictive and soft. Even though she thought that this would not work, she took out her stiff penis and held it in front of Labella’s face.
Her pouty lips resembled Lauren’s. No, the way she closed her eyes, she wasn’t much different from Lauren. Unlike Lauren, who has a bit of a soft feeling, it should be said that she has a chiseled outline. She thinks of Lauren when she sees Ravela sleeping.
Marai carefully brought her penis to her labella’s lips. It was a touch she felt every day, but the thought that she was violating her sleeping mother made Marei more agitated than usual.
-Jjwup.. Jjwup…
“What?! Uh, mom… I was awake… ?”
Her lips, which touched her penis, opened on their own, and naturally, she gently sucked the tip of her glans. Marey screamed at her that she herself was surprised by her just action.
“Ah… Marey, I’m here… ? Mum must have fallen asleep… Still sleeping…”
“Sorry… I can’t stand it.”
“Huh, at that time, you could wake me comfortably. ”
Ravella, who seemed to have been awakened by the boy’s screams, was looking up at him with her affectionate eyes rather than her anger. Marai swallowed her sigh of relief. And involuntarily stroked the hair of her young mother, who looked up at him with her half-closed eyes.
“Would you like to do it with your mouth today?”
“Ah, yes… Please.”
“Sorry for falling asleep first. Waiting… Stop. As a token of her apology, I will suck Marey’s cock with her mouth.”
Ravela tossed and leaned forward, grasping the base of her penis with both her hands and starting to run the tip of her sticky tongue over it. Marai gently brushed her mother’s hair as she began to serve, relieved that she had not been caught.
