Chapter 22 – Confession(?)
22.
The kidnapping of the saintess ended with the corpses of two imperial knights. Saint Sophia Gracia was rescued by Carl Leben’s discovery, and the trust in the capital’s guards and the Imperial Knights, who had been investigating the wrong place instead of finding the culprit, began to be questioned. In particular, a full-scale investigation was conducted in the case of the Imperial Knights, to which the culprit belonged.
“I will protect Sophia.”
Saint Sophia Gracia was confirmed to be staying at Carl’s mansion according to her own will, and there was a lot of talk about the relationship between the two in the social world. She said that playboy Carl had finally found a mate, and others said that she was just taking care of her because he was her mate. There were opinions from some that she was just playing around with an innocent saint, but no one said it openly.
*
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Huh? No. It just needs to be there.”
Seeing Carl cleaning her room with her own hands, Sophia felt restless and flinched. As she watches the process of sweeping and wiping the floor and wiping the dust off the desk and around her, it is because she is overcome with a sense of guilt as a spoiled human being lying comfortably in bed doing nothing.
Even Sophia was her sincere personality, so she felt more pressure in her heart in that part. Carl smiled and dissuaded Sophia from wanting to help her. “Are you okay. Anyway, with her body like that, it doesn’t help much.”
Carl’s words were quite shocking, but Sophia decided not to show it. Because it was true She was just disappointed in herself. Who she doesn’t even have a little bit of help for. Depressed. She laughed, trying not to show her off, because it was obvious that Carl would care if she was depressed. Not too much, just a gentle smile, so that it doesn’t look like a sneer on Carl’s part.
“Knife.”
“What, why?”
“Just. Thank you.”
“It’s bland.”
“Um, are you serious?”
The bed is soft. If you say you are thirsty, the knife will bring you water. If you say you’re hungry, Carl will serve you. Carl cleaned the house, and Carl will dress you in nice clothes, and wash… The knife will wash it away.
“As expected, I guess I can’t do without a knife.”
“What, did you finally realize the importance of me?”
“No. I always knew how important it was… I see.”
His own life was not going on without Carl’s help in every way. From Carl’s point of view, it’s very annoying. Sophia didn’t know exactly how difficult it would be. However, judging based on her experience of volunteering for the disabled, it is a level that I just want to say no to.
To be able to do this even after taking all that – it was more touching than I could have imagined. He’s also like a knife.
“I like knives.”
“Huh?”
“I mean it.”
Carl sat down on the bed with a mischievous smile. “What does that mean?” Sophia’s face flushed. Of course, it wasn’t as embarrassing as when Carl was washing the body, but the current situation was embarrassing as well. “What do you mean? Really. You don’t notice.” “Well I don’t know-“
Sophia plucked up her courage and walked towards the knife. There was a knife in front of her eyes. His sharp eyes were gently curved as long as he was looking at Sophia herself. The location where each other’s breath touches. Sophia’s chest was pressed against Carl’s elbow, and Sophia’s elbow rested on Carl’s thigh. Even so, he made up for the lack of height by trying to stand up somehow with his uneasy knees. Sophia collapses as if being embraced by a knife.
Side.
Sophia lightly tapped her lips on Carl’s cheek as he awkwardly embraced Sophia.
“Don’t make fun of me. Because it doesn’t work.”
“… You are more active than you think.”
“Knife. I’ll say it again. Me.”
“Sophia.”
Carl’s cold voice interrupted Sophia’s excited voice. Sophia’s eyes were filled with questions. Carl’s eyes were full of mischief, but his mouth was cold. It was not the reaction of someone who was confessed to by someone they liked. Rather, it was closer to the reaction when the burdensome partner suddenly confessed.
Sophia has an ominous imagination for a moment.
“The joke was too much. Right.”
What. Knife? What’s the matter. No way.
What if Carl stopped liking me? Therefore. Just like everyone else Just like Lloyd did. Like everyone else did. In the past, you said that you liked it every day, but how did you do it these days? Did you say you like it? I don’t know. I don’t remember, I don’t remember. What should I do?
“Haha. Sophia is also really clueless.”
Carl looked at Sofia without saying anything and then left to clean another room. Silence fell in the room without a knife. This mansion was terribly silent unless Carl and Sophia were talking. I’ve been out of breath
Somehow, I felt like I knew without even hearing what would come next.
There’s no way anyone likes someone with their limbs cut off, right?
Sophia’s expression collapsed.
*
Am I a car?
Okay. She might have thought that it was a bit of a hindrance to have as a lover, since it was ugly to see her limbs cut off. No, I can’t even be a prom partner.
Carl doesn’t like me?
It’s not Said I like it would you like it Don’t you take care of me because I like you? You can’t just take care of Carl just because he’s nice. They say that taking care of someone you like is unpleasant, unpleasant, and annoying. Much less if you don’t like it. Why me
Sophia looked at her closed door as the knife went out.
A heavy burden rested on her heart.
If Carl cared for me out of pure kindness.
So how am I supposed to repay the favor Carl has bestowed upon me?
*
Sophia’s heart was rejected.
Carl could barely hold back the laughter that burst out. He was completely successful in winning Sophia’s favor. To the extent that she confesses first. She didn’t explicitly say no, but she left that nuance behind. She must have understood that she had been rejected because Sophia was no fool. Although she can’t figure out ‘why’.
Sophia may have been conscious, but now she was trapped inside Carl’s house. There was no way she could do anything on her own since her limbs were cut off.
‘Full’ possession of Sophia Gracia.
It is not aimed at simple love quality or marriage life. In order for Sophia to understand that fact, she has to make her understand that Carl Leben has distorted values, and eventually accept it. And in the end, she herself accepts everything Carl asks for in the name of ‘for the sake of the one she loves’. That was Carl’s goal.
Carl will induce Sophia to dedicate the life she once dedicated to God to herself, who is now just a human.
To become the “Master” Of a saint who was respected by everyone as a servant of God and a child of God,
It’s really fun just imagining it.
