Chapter 64 – Anger
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“Sorry.”
Action is over. Carl smiled awkwardly and said he was just fine. Sophia was terrified. “It’s really okay, right?” However, Carl only turned away from Sophia’s gaze that asked with watery eyes.
Dinner. Left alone, Sophia thinks Carl must have been disappointed in her.
*
Carl leaves Sofia in Arya’s hands again and leaves. Arya laughed at Sophia. Because she had peed, the master was disgusted. Arya’s words made Sophia angry. No, Carl said he loved me.
Arya grabs Sophia’s hair. Sophia lets out her screams. Arya drags Sophia around.
“The saintess has become a fucking house. Wow, envy.”
How much she bullied Sophia set the intensity of her bullying that Arya received from her. Arya desperately bullied Sophia.
Osott, who remained in the house, cleaned the dishes while listening to Sofia’s screams.
*
Carl went out at night for the first time in a while. The night market was bright. The faces of the people who visit the night market show all sorts of emotions. Carl liked it. Hope, despair, pain, suffering, earnestness, hesitation, fear, resolution…
What game should I play with Sofia next? While Carl thinks of that, he remembers that he hasn’t played properly with Sofia yet. He visits the witch’s workshop. Maya greeted her sword with her tired face.
“I have a party in a few days, are you coming?”
Maya yawned at her plump face, she said. Carl replied by drinking the tea Maya handed him. “Who is hosting it?” “Lloyd.” “If you fall, words will come out.” “Right.” “I’ll go.”
Maya murmurs as she removes her cloak from around her. “Carl, then today… ” Carl said with a smile.
“Maya, I’m tired today.”
“What… ?”
“I had sex with Sophia.”
“Is it just early evening?”
“Are you dissatisfied?”
He lowered his head and said, “It’s my turn next… “Muttered to Maya, the knife whispered as if tempting. “So Maya. Help Sophia fall as much as possible. Understand?”
“What more do I have to do?”
Carl whispers to Maya. Maya gasps, then she enters the workshop and retrieves her potion. “Still, even doing this to a colleague… ” Carl looks at Maya with cold eyes. “Is the bitch who already helped rape you now pretending to be nice?” Maya catches her breath.
“Karl, touch me… Please… “
Carl looked down at Maya with an annoyed look. No, she looks at her watch. Her attitude is that she has no interest in Maya. Maya knew that too, but she couldn’t help it now. She is just in front of Carl in her naked body.
“Lie down for a moment.”
*
What caught Carl’s attention when he returned belatedly was that Sophia’s cheeks were swollen. I wanted to re-direct Arya’s education. She said to bully her, but what if you wield her violence. At times like this, she wished she would use Sophia’s caregiver instead of dealing with it. She’s talking about driving her mentally, not physically beating her up. Only sighs come out
Sophia sat there blankly, then looked back at her, startled by the presence of her sword. “Hey Carl, when did you come?” Carl said with a slightly angry look.
“Sophia. What is this situation?”
Sophia laughed awkwardly. “Oh, that’s Carl.” Seeing Carl’s anger, Sophia took her fright.
“Scary… Can’t you be a little gentler?”
“You ask what the situation is!”
Carl pretended to be angry even though he knew all about Sophia’s situation. No, I was actually angry. It was absurd that a slave or something like that hurt Sophia’s body. Carl, who had been thinking so far, shouted with a boiling voice inside. In a calm yet powerful voice so that Sofia would not be surprised.
“Osot! Aria! Come out right now!”
Ost and Arya stood next to each other. Sophia couldn’t keep her eyes on her. Leaving her restless behind her, Carl began to resent the two of them.
“What? Did you do this Who slapped Sofia on the cheek!”
“Karl, that’s because I accidentally fell!”
“Who are you!”
Sophia closed her winking eyes. I feel like I’m going to cry because I’m grateful for Carl’s anger for her, but on the other hand, I feel sorry for the two of them. Of course, Arya was the one who bullied Sofia, but Osot was being scolded for nothing, and she had unavoidable circumstances for Arya, but she was afraid that Carl might punish her too harshly.
Sophia tries to grab Carl’s hand, but her goal is lost when Carl raises his hand at the two of them. Sophia fell forward. “Ah!” Carl supported Sophia as she quickly fell. “Thanks Carl.” Carl’s gaze, while harboring lava-like anger, was sure to harbor compassion, charity, and some special kind of love as he looked at Sophia.
So Sophia was happy. A laugh came out.
“Hehe, Carl.”
Carl said in a suppressed voice. “What are you laughing at, you idiot.” Sophia rubbed her cheek in Carl’s hand. “I heard that word very often. Do you remember When we travel to catch our demon king.”
“Me then. Isn’t it me? It doesn’t matter now.”
Sofia’s eyes saw Ost and Arya trembling. Arya to be exact. In the case of Osott, the change was not noticeable because he was a quiet person. However, in Arya’s case, she could see her gaze moving back and forth and her whole body shaking like an aspen tree, swallowing her saliva. She could tell at a glance that she was scared.
“Knife. Don’t be too angry.”
“Are you kidding me? Who is hurt now!”
“I am. Carl, I’m hurt. I’m OK.”
“You will be fine. Because it’s stupid and naive. But what about me? I’m not okay It’s not okay, Sophia.”
Said Carl, covering Sophia’s eyes. From memory, to put it this way, the women soon died of love. The more I appeal to you that I am angry like this for you, the more I don’t know what to do, but inside I feel a sense of self-esteem. You shouldn’t hear that it’s dry here. I had to make it clear that I could do this for you.
The knife’s foot kicked Osott’s stomach. Osott stepped back and fell. The corporal punishment for Osot ended with this. That’s how it was talked about in the first place. Since Osott was known as a cook, there was nothing strange about him collapsing after getting hit in the stomach. Now it was Arya’s turn.
“Knives, knives. Do not do that. Really. I am angry.”
“You are angry, I am not angry? My slave bitch hurt the woman I love?”
“It’s not like a knife, really-“
“Do I look like an idiot?!”
Carl shouted. Wince Sophia was scared of her. Successful. Carl turned his back on Sophia to hide the smile that formed on his lips. Thanks to that, Arya could see all those smiles. She stepped back from her with Arya’s maddening face on her face.
“Sophia! Are you looking at me funny? Oh, am I an idiot who can’t even notice this?”
“Not like that”
“No, what is it! That’s right now!”
The point gets weird. Before I knew it, Sophia had become ignoring her sword. It was a dumb moment for Sophia. The hand of her sword swings and she strikes Arya in the cheek. It was the same area as Sophia’s heated cheek. Tears welled up in Arya’s eyes. Sophia and her gaze meet.
Pair, pair, pair.
Palms bursting into succession on the same cheek. Carl grabs Arya’s hair and holds it in front of Sofia’s eyes. “Look Sophia. Look, look!” Carl still screams.
Sophia bit her lip hard. Anything he said would make Carl angry. The current knife was not the usual friendly knife. It was strange. This was strange. But Sophia knew that Carl was angry for her sake. She knew perfectly well that Sophia was outraged by the slap. So Sofia couldn’t resent Carl.
“It’s the same wound as the one on your cheek. Are you still going to deny it? Shit!”
Carl looked at Sophia, who didn’t say anything, and threw Aria away. Kicked her in the stomach with her foot. Arya coughed, and saliva leaked from her mouth. She kicked a couple more times before Arya vomited at her. “What’s up?” Carl was sarcastic. Sophia felt her whole body stiffen.
“Ka, Carl. Stop it. Stop it, because you can stop it. Please.”
“Yeah, uh, am I the only bad boy again? Huh? I’m very naughty yes?”
“No Carl. Please please… “
“You have become a saint. Huh?”
Scary.
Afraid.
I don’t know how it happened.
Sophia’s head was full of confusion.
Carl sat down next to Sofia. Oh Sot, who arrived belatedly, cleaned up Arya and her vomit.
“Knife… “
Sophia is crying. I thought I was going to call Carl’s name a few times. Carl’s gaze seemed a little excited. Carl tells Arya.
“I’m sorry, Aria. Sorry. Just. I, you… “
Sophia felt relieved at the sight of Carl swallowing her back. The knife was scary and the knife was good at the same time. She trembled because she was afraid of Carl’s anger, but she didn’t hate her because she knew that the love she had for herself existed at the root of it. She is angry for herself, but she wonders what it would be like if she was afraid of knives as well. Sophia hugged Carl, who muttered in her trembling voice.
“I’m sorry Carl. I’m sorry. Carl did nothing wrong. Isn’t that because Carl loves me? Are you okay. Everything is fine.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. It is.”
“I see.”
Without Sophia noticing, only the two of them were left in her room.
