Chapter 59 – The Tormented Saint
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On the surface, it seems like a normal day. Carl smiled kindly and put the cut meat into Sofia’s mouth, and Sofia smiled and ate it. If Sophia says she’s thirsty, give her wine-infused water or real wine. If Sophia is bored, she drags her wheelchair out to see the surroundings.
Sophia has no reason to be sad. Sophia had no reason to be miserable. That is to say, having her arms and legs cut off was obviously a sad and miserable thing, but it was nothing compared to the far-off despair Sophia had seen to be frustrated and pessimistic about her life.
For example, I have seen a person who has lost a loved one stab her in the stomach with wide eyes. It is said that the village where his parents were located was burnt down, and the lover of a nurse who had been relying on his empty heart committed suicide after being raped by an enemy soldier. Sophia closed the man’s eyes and swallowed the bitterness. Carl laughed at the death and blasphemed him as an idiot, but Sophia knows that Carl didn’t mean it.
No, maybe it’s sincere.
The seed of love that sprouted little by little was briefly hit by a cold wind. Seeds contemplate whether they should freeze to death or whether they should struggle to keep sprouting. Looking at this cold wind, I immediately thought that even if I managed to escape outside, I would freeze to death.
Could someone rape me because he loves me?
Can I trust a person who says he loves me but hides the fact that he raped me?
Can we forgive a man who says things like ‘because that’s worse’ while confessing that fact?
Sophia’s smile, now sprouting, is nothing more than a lie plus a lie upon a lie. Pretentious, artificial, meaningless smiles bloom across Sophia’s face, moving left and right, revealing themselves before Carl’s eyes. Carl, look. I trust you without any hesitation. Look, you’re laughing. Carl is smiling as he wishes. So take care of me.
Take care of me. Repeat the words in your mind over and over again. Every time you roll that word on your tongue, Sophia’s smile gets a little thicker, her smile is more full, and Sophia’s inside is rotten. His insides were rotten, festering, and thickly tangled. Take care of me, take care of me, take care of me.
Sophia relies on Carl for the first half of her life, even while swallowing thoughts like that she was hurt by Carl, who raped me, and that I can’t believe that you love me. Even though he hates the knife, he cannot live without it. Despite feeling her dislike for him, Sofia eats the food he gives her, sleeps in his bed, and wears the clothes he buys for her.
Sophia thought that even when she hated Carl, he would take the food he fed him. She can’t help it? Sophia bowed her head at her sudden thought of her self, her defense. It’s a shame. She had never said no, and now she couldn’t help it. If it is sweet, it will swallow it and if it is used, it will spit it out. It is an infantile way of thinking.
But even so, her feelings were not subject to her own will, and when she looked at Carl’s face, she instinctively felt a sense of rejection. Sophia seemed to get goosebumps on her arms as her sword looked down at her fondly, and her legs felt throbbing pains without her.
“What shall we do today, Sophia?”
“Today… “
Sophia smiled and smiled. Behind her smile lies a pitiful self-help. Both Sophia and Carl knew this. But neither of them got past that point.
Since Carl already knew that Sophia would eventually choose him, Sophia’s inner conflict itself felt cute – Sophia turned the favor Carl showed her into disrespect for the very fact that he was having this internal conflict. I tried not to express it thinking that it was giving.
It was clear from Carl’s point of view that Sophia was thinking that, so she just looked at Sophia cutely.
“I want to be a little alone today.”
“Okay? Okay.”
*
At Sophia’s words, Carl wanted to deal with the things he had put off rather than eat Sophia today.
“Then I’ll go out for a while. Sing an aria if you need something.”
Carl went outside with light steps. He greeted Carl and smiled at the villagers as he approached, who then went to visit one of the many guilds Carl owned.
Upon hearing the news that Carl had returned to the guild, many civil servants cautiously came to him, and Carl gave them alcohol and women in their arms to meet their needs or give them advice.
The finance minister, who was worried about his son becoming a knight, was promised a position in the Imperial Knights, and he arranged for a finance minister to those who wanted to sell minerals from the family’s mines.
The newly appointed Imperial Knight Commander was one of the many scholarship students Carl sponsored at the guild level, and the reason why the minerals were not sold was because Carl coordinated with the finance minister and controlled the business, so the difficulty of the complaint was too easy compared to the number of people who came. .
After listening to the complaints, Carl obtained information on plans to build a new academy from the finance minister, and rare mineral deposits from an agent of a powerful family.
Now, after convincing the construction planner of the new academy to insert the details of the rare mineral into the blueprint, if the agent of the powerful family buys the mineral, Carl’s fortune will be inflated again.
Later, when the finance minister comes to Carl to find a rare mineral, Carl receives a certain price from the finance minister again and spills information about the mineral hoarding…
If you spread limbs everywhere by giving scholarships to students who can sprout with the money earned in that way, it is an endless repetition of virtuous cycles.
“Ah, I brought a present for Reven. How are you? It is said to be a work in which the symbol of the Goddess was carved with sapphire. Didn’t you dance with the saint the other day? I think you will like it.”
“A necklace… “
“Yes?”
“No. How can I thank you for this?”
“Haha. I’m glad you liked it.”
Carl laughed bitterly.
*
“Why are you doing this, Aria?”
“Yes? I know what you’re talking about… “
“Aria!”
“I really have no idea. Isn’t everything Sophia wished for?”
It was absurd. I remember the last time I couldn’t overcome my jealousy and said harsh words to Arya, but I wonder if that was something to harbor such ill feelings. Of course, I’d seen Carl bully Arya a few times. But why me-. Sophia was embarrassed.
When he is thirsty, he brings boiling water and forcibly feeds him. When I said it was hot, I immediately took her to the bathroom and poured ice-like water on her. With just those two actions that happened in an instant, Sophia learned to fear. With no guardian by her side, she has someone who holds a grudge against her.
Arya’s eyes are cold.
Sofia remembered the first caregiver she had taken care of. She didn’t have very good memories. No, she was a terrible memory. The fact that she had to depend on such a caregiver for the rest of her life was terrifying until she was saved by the knife. However, even such a caregiver harbored no malice towards Sophia.
Arya looked at Sophia with her nonchalant face. She is Arya. She didn’t believe everything Osot said or Carl Leben said. But for Arya, she needed someone to vent her anger on, someone to resent. So she decided that Arya would just trust Cal’s words. Her shallow lie that her saintess had ordered her to be tormented.
“He was the captain of the escort that I had been with since I was a child. These days, I go to sleep looking at his head every day.”
Match.
Arya slapped Sofia on the cheek. Sophia couldn’t help herself from the excruciating pain she felt in her cheek. The taste of her blood came out of her mouth. It looked like there was a wound on the cheek. Suddenly, she realizes that Carl’s beating of Sophia was nothing more than a ‘prank’ or ‘sexual play’. She was sincere to Arya’s chapped cheeks.
“Aria, it hurts. Don’t do this. Do not do that.”
Puck.
Next was the fist. It wasn’t even a proper punch, but it hurt Sophia quite a bit. It was partly because of her excellent basic physical abilities, and partly because Sophia was in a state where she could not resist. In a situation where she could not resist, the approaching violence hurt her more than her actual pain.
Arya punched Sophia in the eye with her fist. It was only for a moment, but Sophia thought if this would blind her eyes. Arya raises her fist again. Sophia was trying to get away from her aria. But Sophia’s half-cut body couldn’t move properly.
“Why are you doing this… Please please.”
As Arya tried to escape, Sophia’s waist was pushed down with her foot. Arya stepped on her Sophia’s stomach with her foot. Her red hair fluttered brilliantly. Arya’s pretty face was a little creepy because of her dead eyes.
Arya recalled her words whispered in her ear before her knife left. She can bully Sophia. She asked me to harass you the other day. Shouldn’t you have a chance for revenge too? As long as it doesn’t hurt too much, it’s okay to bully me as much as I want. Especially sexually. But don’t cross the line. Understand?
Hold on. Arya’s foot crushed her Sophia’s belly. “Keuk, ugh,” Sophia’s moans leaked out. Arya’s feet slowly creep over her Sophia’s neck.
“I hate you.”
Arya’s feet strangled her Sophia. Sophia couldn’t understand why she had to be exposed to such pain.
“A person so helpless. I don’t even know the subject. To bother me like that… That’s why the body of the escort captain… “
Sophia couldn’t understand what Arya was saying. Arya kicked Sophia in the stomach. Sophia let out her screams and moans and rough breaths, and she just wanted to see her sword as Arya grabbed Sofia’s hair and lifted her face up. Arya smiled and said as her breathing was messed up.
“When Carl is not around, call me master. Just like I did with Carl. Yes? You know?”
Sophia looked at Arya with her dazed face. She couldn’t understand why? Why? Why?
Why should I be bullied?
Sophia didn’t ask her question out loud, but she could hear her answer in Arya’s mouth.
“You handicapped bitch.”
Knife,
I wanted to see Carl.
Sophia burst into tears.
“I was wrong, I was wrong… “
Sophia begged her forgiveness, repeating her words that she had done nothing wrong and that she was sorry.
