Chapter 40 – The Next Day
40.
“It’s a joke.”
Carl grinned and said. However, even though it was a joke, he did not lift his hand. There was no word of sorry. Sophia bowed her head.
“Sophia. What I wanted from you is now gone.”
Sophia slightly raised her head. Carl pretended to be distressed. Let Sofia see Carl’s appearance and misunderstand.
“Then now, what should I ask of you?”
Sophia helplessly issued empty checks to Carl, who had a blank expression on his face.
“You can ask for anything, anything, Carl. I’ll listen to everything. Instead, don’t abandon me.”
Carl hugged her tightly. Carl’s embrace was quite warm.
*
She took her word for all to be heard. Getting Sophia to say it herself was easier than she thought. She hadn’t even started working on it properly, but she had already given permission. Of course, the categories of everything Sofia thinks of her may not be the same as the categories of everything Karl thinks of, but it is encouraging that she has a cause for treating her harshly. .
Carl played a man in such a state that he is not relieved of his anger, but cherishes Sophia. He lightly hugged Sophia and patted her, whispering to her, “It was hard, wasn’t it?” Sophia couldn’t hold back the tears that broke out. I cry a lot these days. If you don’t drink a lot of water, you might be dehydrated.
Carl returns home with Sophia. Dawn was already breaking. Sophia wondered if she was exhausted and she went to sleep. When she wakes up, everything may be dream-like in her mind.
Carl also went to bed. I plan to wake up late in the afternoon today.
*
Arya falls down and bows. Carl looked down at her nonchalantly, then at her Oh Sot. Ossot explained the situation. The gangsters who infiltrated to rescue Aria, Aria who dared to escape as a slave. Reasonable punishment accordingly. Hearing the explanation of the incident, Carl felt a deep sense of regret. He regrets that he should have been there.
Arya had her dying eyes. Oshot’s torture is quite a bad taste. Rather than the excruciating pain of breaking her bones, they inflicted minor but extremely painful tortures such as pulling out her nails, peeling off her skin, and putting salt and pepper on the area. It was no wonder that she was out of her mind.
Sophia had been raped 15 times, so her sexual desire was low. But when she saw Arya doing her dead eyes, she unknowingly stepped on her head. She said, “Trying to make her escape.” Arya’s face hits the floor. Aria’s face was scrubbing her floor as she pushed her mop with her foot and wiped her floor.
Carl looked down at Arya, who had completely surrendered to her, and then, as if her interest had cooled, he clicked her tongue a few times before sending him off to Oh Sot.
“Prepare to help before Sophia wakes up.”
That’s when Arya’s eyes, though small, twinkled as if she had found her hope. Carl’s gaze caught it without missing it. Laughs come out. It was because the thoughts of the slave years were roughly predicted. It would be nice to leave it for a while as it is entertainment. She will also serve as a cause for education.
Carl went to the study and flipped through the books. ‘A love story between a saint and a warrior.’ It is a cheap obscene book that sells for five coins in the market.
“This. The testimony is wrong Sophia’s pussy is a bit chewier. The chest is also bigger than this picture. Tsk.”
*
“Are you awake, Sophia?”
The first thing Sophia wakes up to see is Aria with blue bruises in her eyes. The first thing that comes to mind is that this is Carl’s house. In spite of all that happened to Carl, he gladly brought me into his house.
“Aria. Are you hurt?”
“… “
Arya ignored Sophia’s question. It was because she might involuntarily want to be pampered by her kindness. It tasted like blood on her lips. She removed Sophia’s blanket, lifted Sophia’s body, and went to her bathroom. She washed her hair slowly.
“What is that wound? Why are you hurt?”
Jjong-al jjong-al. I’m sorry.
Osott’s words that everything was because of Sophia came to mind. It was obviously a lie. But somewhere in Arya’s mind was her discomfort with Sophia. That was enough for her. Why does Arya question Sophia?
“There was a reason why I got hurt. Sophia. Sophia must have seen many of her demons, right?”
“Uh? Right?”
“What kind of demons are… What was it like? Hmm. Orc.”
“… “
“You can’t answer.”
Sophia felt the roughness of her hands washing her hair. It was clear that something was up with Arya. However, it was difficult for her to even answer Arya’s questions. The demons ate even their own people, clinging to their ankles like tenacity. As far as Sophia knew, there was no other tribe as cruel as them.
“Sofia-sama, why was I born as a demon?”
“Yes?”
“Why did I have to go through this kind of pain because I was born as a demon?”
Sophia was silent and Arya was also silent. Arya’s question was also a question that Sophia had in her mind at some point.
Sophia pondered for a moment before she answered.
“Suffering is the same for people who are not born as demons. So, the story about being born as a demon and suffering is wrong.”
“It’s a theoretical story.”
“No. You just have to be sad about having to suffer. Whether it’s because I’m a demon, because I was born as a slave, or because I had a duty that was difficult to handle.”
Arya washed Sophia’s hair and brushed her hair. Sophia spoke in her calming voice.
“The Lord does not care what causes the sufferer to suffer. You just suffer with that person’s pain and try to solve the situation.”
“If you don’t know why you are suffering, wouldn’t it be difficult to solve it?”
“Not caring and not knowing are two different things. Hmm. Yes. Please tell me that you don’t care about the secondary factors, whether the person suffering is a demon or whether the reason for suffering is because the person suffered first or not.”
“Can I trust him too?”
“It’s a little difficult, though.”
“Is it because they are demons?”
“No, there is that too, but it’s a little different.”
Sophia said in a trembling voice.
“I, too, have been shaking a little lately.”
*
After dinner As Sophia was lying on the bed, Carl opened the door and entered without asking Sophia’s permission.
“Knife?”
“Did you say you could do anything?”
That was their first night.
