Chapter 25 – Why Are You Hitting the Kid!
25.
“It bothers me.”
“Yeah?”
“Tease me, very badly. Where I can’t see But, don’t let it catch my eye. If I find out that you’ve been harassing Sophia, I’ll punish you. You are beaten because of Sofia.”
Arya blankly looked up at Carl Reben. I knew very well who this man was. I knew it all too well. The culprit that made my father suffer from headaches. A superman hated by the times who assassinates the commander like a joke in the middle of the battlefield. Arya said she slowly lowered her eyes and she knew.
*
I guess I’m living a cursed life
My father hated warriors, saints, witches, and wizards, but the one he hated the most was this guy named Carl Leben. Arya looked closely. After his father’s head was cut off, Carl’s appearance as he played by kicking and kicking like a ball game was nothing short of a demon.
She thought she had succeeded in running away, but she was mistaken. Captured by the soldiers who came out in search of her, Arya was taken to the slave market.
Still, there was hope. Even if she was sold on the slave market, if any of her humans bought her, her surviving father’s men would come to their rescue. Because I believed so.
But it was Carl Leben who bought her.
A terrible monster that played with my father’s head.
Her loyal men who come to her rescue will run for their lives at his hands. Her aria’s heart broke at that fact.
Arya was raped. To the man who cut off her father’s hair. She became the object of vulgar teasing, and she became the butt of jokes. “It’s chewy.” “Does your father even know you are being raped?” “Ah, I don’t know because I’m dead.” “Do you know what noise your father made when he died? Shall I tell you?”
Slam. Slam. Every time I hit her in the ass, every time a big abomination jabbed up my vagina.
Arya held back her bloody tears, and she struggled even to breathe.
*
Saint Sophia Gracia. The story about that person was famous even among the demons. Arya was also someone I really wanted to meet. She had once told her father that if he took her saintess captive, he should stop harassing her and make him her maid.
A person who inspires people. A person who heals an injured person, be it an enemy or an ally. A person who even distributes his own bread to the hungry. He is the kind of person who regularly visits and provides treatment for those who cannot receive treatment due to lack of money.
If the rumors are even as true as the gobs of gossip, the person called the saint is a person who is noble regardless of her species. She is the kind of person that makes you want to see the real thing, even just once.
But the saintess Arya saw had her arms and legs cut off. The figure, cut off to her elbows and knees, was truly beautiful, but she did not look noble. Arya now had to wait on her. It was the exact opposite of what she wanted, but she was still better than being raped countless times by her nemesis who killed her father.
Aria wanted to be comforted by her saintess. ‘You are a noble person. No matter how much I was an enemy, it must have been hard for me, I worked hard, can you say something like that?’ She wanted to cry in the arms of the saintess.
Today, Arya will take care of her saint. She had no intention of listening to Carl Leben’s words to harass her saintess. Just by hearing her story from a distance, she was moved by Sophia’s good deeds and her integrity, but to harass her with the favor of her villainous Carl Leben, it couldn’t be possible.
However.
When she was alone for the first time, when she found out that even a saint she had to go to the bathroom if she ate. What she heard from Sophia was very, very different from what she expected.
“Did you do it? With a knife? … That?”
“I hate you.”
“I really, really hate you.”
“It’s not your fault, though. I am very upset, but I will forgive you.”
Forgiveness?
I was raped so why are you forgiving me?
Arya, her arm cut off, slapped Sophia on the cheek, who could not resist.
*
Puck!
“Keck!”
“Don’t do that, Carl!”
Sophia’s screaming voice rang out. The fist of her sword slapped Arya in the face. Carl, realizing that Sophia had been slapped on the cheek, was the first to swing her fist. “Stay still, Sophia.” “Please, please Carl!” Sophia screamed desperately. Carl ignores Sophia’s words.
“Something like that has to be right. Where a slave bitch slapped her master on the cheek? Sophia, you are too soft! Something like that should rip your limbs off!”
“Knife!”
You have to tear your limbs off. Those words pierced Sophia’s chest painfully. But Carl probably didn’t mean anything. Rather than that, it was more important to block the knife now. Sophia cried out that her throat was slit. Knife! Don’t do it, Carl! Carl ignored Sophia’s words and turned to Arya. Sophia’s pupils shook. She quickly checks the status of her aria.
“Why are you doing that! Carl, Carl is a sweet man, don’t do it!”
“I hit you on the cheek!”
“I’m OK! Because it’s okay!”
Arya was convulsing. Wince she is alive Sophia shouted at Carl again and again as she let out a sigh of relief inside her. “Oh, really, don’t do it!” Sophia’s face turned into a tear-stain. As long as you are alive, you can save it. However, if Carl killed her in a fit of anger, Sophia would not have the confidence to deal with it.
People die because they hit me. That’s why I hit me because the words I spit out because I couldn’t understand the other person’s heart hurt that person severely. It’s understandable. Just an apology is enough. That’s really enough for me, but regardless of that, people die. Dead things cannot be undone. Like spit out words, like spilled water.
Quadang!
Carl, who was walking towards Arya, looked behind her in surprise. The first thing to look at was Sophia. However, no one was in a wheelchair. Carl looked around in surprise. Sophia fell to the floor. Sophia frowned as if she was sick. She put on her expression of relief as if she had been relieved.
“Sophia?”
“Karl, are you listening to me now? Are you listening?”
The floor is cold. The fallen part hurts. Sophia grinned. “Karl, Kaal. It’s not okay to kill people carelessly.” Even as she lay on the floor, she said somehow. The knife hesitates. Anxiety crept into Sophia’s heart. “Sophia, I will apologize later. But.” Having said that, Carl stepped back and approached Arya.
Why why? You shouldn’t kill people so easily. Carl looked at Sophia’s devastated expression and spoke in a low voice.
“I respect Sophia’s way of thinking. Slaves are not legally people Sophia. It’s a thing.”
Sophia didn’t know what to do.
“Oh no Carl. If you kill that child!”
Sophia, in her panic, started crawling on her knees and elbows to her sword. Hastily, gasping.
It goes without saying, but knees and elbows alone cannot support the body stably. Sophia somehow managed to get to his sword, even as she fell several times on his aching elbows and knees. It looks just like a pig.
“Stop, stop, Sophia. Okay because You can stop.”
“Really, really. Knife? Don’t cut your hands! Don’t hit Arya, just wait!”
Perhaps because Sofia’s vision was lowered as she lay on her stomach, the image of Carl holding back his laughter was invisible to Sofia’s frantic eyes.
-Sophia didn’t notice until the very end that her knife was ‘waiting’ while she crawled up in front of him like her pig.
