Chapter 72 – Reunion With Lloyd (2)
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Sophia quietly bowed her head and surrendered herself to her attendants. Sophia’s face was lightly smeared with powder. As a saint, she was actively involved in external activities, so she was familiar with makeup. What she was rather unfamiliar with was the silence that followed while she put on her makeup.
When she was active as a saint, a person from the imperial family gave her makeup, so all sorts of chatter and rumors always disturbed her mind, but the ladies-in-waiting who came to Carl’s mansion did not open their mouths even while they were working to make Sophia look beautiful. Whenever Sophia needed something or asked a question, she only responded and showed respect. In the end, it was Sophia who led her conversation.
“Who is Carl?”
“He is a great man. He is also a hero.”
Sophia recognized the subtle twist in her maid’s answer. Usually, when nobles talk about swords, they first talk about being a hero and praise their achievements. She was often directly or indirectly connected to Karl Leben to denounce him as a criminal, and even if not, she was wary of Leben’s power.
However, if I increased the praise of Karl Leben first, I could be branded as a corrupt person who defends criminals. Honorable people tried to save themselves from incurring such a stigma. Maybe that’s why the story about Carl Leben popped out of the water only after he accumulated the achievement of killing the demon king.
The attitude of nobles to such swords was not very different from that of ordinary citizens. However, the fear and intimacy of ordinary citizens were much greater. To the nobles, the sword was perceived as the head of criminals committing all sorts of crimes, but the sword Leben felt by the citizens was a real threat.
Citizens have actually witnessed several crimes committed in the name of Karl Leben. And the fact that those criminals are not punished by public authorities.
The ladies-in-waiting who helped Sofia put on her makeup started by talking about the sword, followed by the story of her hero. It is the exact opposite order for citizens. Sophia thought that these ladies-in-waiting were people involved in the underworld. I couldn’t feel at ease.
“Would you like a mirror?”
The maids brought a mirror. Sophia looked at her own reflection in her mirror and didn’t know whether to sigh her relief or put on a gloomy expression. Sophia asked for her mirror because she was afraid that these ladies-in-waiting might have made her look like her prostitute.
It might treat Sophia as a woman who was bought and sold for money, like the main use of makeup in the underworld. At least, Sofia’s worries in that respect were unfounded. However, her reflection in the mirror was not very pleasant. The fact that she doesn’t have arms and legs of her own is her Sam who dared to confirm it again.
Sophia’s makeup was not heavy. Her thick makeup was rather a way to harm Sophia’s charm. The ladies of her banquet hall seemed to beautify her own face with her makeup and recruited knights to spend the night with her, but Sophia regarded such an act as a sin of betraying her husband. When she thought about it, her expression hardened slightly.
Husband. Those are the words rolling in Sofia’s mouth. Will she be able to marry herself? With your beloved sword? I don’t know.
After her cremation, Sophia’s body was escorted by her Karl into her carriage. Carl smiled softly. “You look more beautiful today.” Carl was a man who knew how to say such gruff things. Even so, he had a strong body and was a man capable of defending his family by resorting to violence in times of crisis.
As I was held in the arms of the knife, I could smell the knife. It was mixed with the scent of herbs, probably because I sprayed perfume that I didn’t usually spray well. Sophia drew in a long breath. Carl braced his thigh and hugged Sophia. It was Sophia who did not yet feel natural walking with prostheses. He leans his face against Carl’s chest.
“Is it so?” Sophia pretended not to know and trembled at her threat. “It looks like the ladies-in-waiting were good.” However, the smile that bloomed during bash could not be hidden. “Tell me again.” “It’s pretty, really. As always, but more today.” Sophia lowers her head. Her face is bright
Today was her day to show herself in front of Lloyd and her friends. Osot, serving as an escort, drove her carriage. As the carriage with the pattern of the sword passed by, some citizens came to greet it. “Good morning. Marquis!” It was a loud voice, like a soldier saluting his superior.
The citizens who greeted Carl boasted that they were friendly and had the guts to greet Carl Leben. Criminals deserve to be rejected, but in a world full of men, crime is often regarded as great and worthy of respect. At least, everyone acknowledges and respects the guts to commit a crime. And the friend of a respected figure is respected as well.
Perhaps if Carl accepted the greeting, the citizens would run to the bar and talk about it. The preface is as follows. Hey, do you know Carl Leben? I said hello to him this morning… Of course, you did! He said this. Yes, it’s a sunny morning. Look closely, what kind of person is he…
It’s not a day or two ago that drunkards tell the stories of meeting some celebrity and feel like they’re one. However, those who greeted Carl today will not be able to take that fact for granted. It was because he hadn’t been greeted while the knife was in the carriage.
Sophia was sitting in the carriage. There may be something awkward about the expression ‘somewhere’, just with her knees together and her head down, but considering Sophia’s physical condition, it is not a wrong expression. Sophia glanced sideways at her eyes. I saw Carl’s face. Carl had a rare hardened face.
“What’s going on?”
He was a knife he had been with for a long time, but at this moment he was a stranger. Even though they were mixed flesh, this moment with Carl was awkward. A strange current flowed. Carl smiled slightly. “It’s no big deal.” Her arm was wrapped around Sophia’s shoulder. Sophia’s body trembled. However, she soon found a sense of security.
Carl’s fingers stroked Sophia’s shoulder gently. Off the shoulder dress. It is a slightly revealing piece of clothing that exposes her shoulders and collarbone. His fingers caressed Sofia’s shoulder as if gently scratching each one. Then he pushed Sophia’s head and leaned it against him. “Sophia.” Sophia felt the unspoken power in Carl’s low words.
“Love you.”
It was a word I had heard many times, but it felt like my pulse was suddenly released. Sophia felt something regurgitate inside her. She didn’t want to cry, but her eyes were red. “Really?” Carl said with a slightly surprised face at Sophia’s words. “You thought no?” Sophia shook her head and continued her words.
“This is just a counter-question, fool.”
Carl looked at Sofia like that and smiled, then pulled Sofia by the waist. The subtle distance between the two has clearly narrowed and they have become closely attached to each other. A beat later, Sophia’s heart pounded. I hadn’t done anything erotic yet, but my body was already shaking.
The smell of the beast. Carl always smelled like that. The prey of a beast that would devour a weak wild beast in one breath. Standing next to him, Sophia seemed to be a deer stretching her legs. At the end of it, the knife always bit the nape of the neck.
“I want to?” A beast of prey asks a deer by its ear. “Do you want to be eaten?”
The prey slowly withdraws its legs and speaks at the predator’s question. “Carl, that’s it.” It’s a slightly trembling voice. Sophia felt the strength in the knife’s hand wrapped around her waist. The carriage was entering the imperial castle. The windows of the carriage were covered with curtains, so it was impossible to see inside from the outside.
Just as a predator has an uncontrollable appetite from birth, the nature of prey is latent in the prey. It’s not that he gets the excitement of being eaten. This is the part that talks about the nature that is designed to run away knowing that it is being eaten. Sophia at this moment perceived all too clearly that she was going to be eaten. The last sex with Carl runs through my head.
“Are you going to eat me now?”
“Huh.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“That’s it, that’s okay.”
The prey tries to escape, but is already caught by the waist. Carl’s hand strokes his thigh. A knife blows air into Sophia’s ear. After.
Tickling and sensitivity are one end difference. In erotic situations, a tickling sensation could be a sign of climax, and in cases where interest had cooled, even sexual stimulation could be mere tickling. That was the case with Carl’s hand caressing his thigh. Even though it was only a tickling stroke, Sophia’s cunt was steadily getting wet.
“It is outside. It’s not possible because it’s outside.” Sophia said in a hoarse voice.
“Would it be okay if it wasn’t outside?”
Sophia replied that she was going to move on from the situation at hand. “Yes, of course. I am Carl’s lover.” “Right. Because you are mine.” Carl nodded his head, as if satisfied with the answer, and let Sophia go. Sophia felt her relief, but on the other hand she felt a slight displeasure. She could not clearly pinpoint the cause of the displeasure, as it was a feeling she was not accustomed to.
The cause of her displeasure was that Sophia felt that she had been insulted. Even though she herself rejected it, if her partner quickly gave up on ‘fucking herself’ for such a simple refusal and cause, it would feel like a sign that she lacked charm as a woman. Sophia hoped that her knife would add a little more feint.
Even if he didn’t want Sophia to take off her pants right now and shove her cock right in front of Sophia’s eyes, she did want to tease her a little. So, she had a situation where Carl begged and begged her, and she either refused or reluctantly accepted. She wanted to be recognized for her charm as a woman who could control the chastity of a nice man.
She didn’t even know that Sophia, who had doubts about her own attractiveness as a woman, was reawakening her desire with her make-up.
Carl looked at Sophia, who glanced at him with her smile on her face. Sophia’s butt in her came a little closer. When she pretended not to know Carl and kept a little distance, she noticed her like a ghost and followed her. Even so, on the outside, she pretended not to be sorry at all. For someone who had already eaten Sophia, Sophia’s behavior was so cute.
Carl’s fingers pressed down on Sophia’s belly. Sophia looked at her knife.
It was while the carriage rattled and was taking the two to the banquet hall.
