Chapter 8 – Devastation vs Salvation (2)
7.
“… What is this?”
“That, that, that, that.”
Sophia looked at her curiously. The caregiver was stuttering. The caregiver, who had been ignoring Sofia’s words while saying things like yes~ eh~, just looked at Karl Leben’s absurd expression and shuddered like this. He was trying to make excuses. Like a child whose faults are caught by a strict father.
At first I was angry. While you treated me like that Why for Carl? His tightly bitten lips tasted like blood. Sophia stared at the knife with wide eyes. Ah. Now I know why.
Carl was making an expression he had never shown to Sophia before. It’s the knife that always laughed like an idiot. When the party gets gloomy, I say, “Good morning, don’t you want to get married? There’s an attractive guy here. Sir, this product is- evil! Why do you hit me!” He was such a grateful friend who evoked the atmosphere with words like that.
You know how to get angry like that. Well, Carl always made the smartest choices. Even though he was ruthless and selfish, the methods that were always best for our party. Because of that, there were several disagreements with the altruistic me, but-.
Carl has always been a man of concessions. For us. Knowing that we will suffer for the deaths of others.
I was crying. Sophia looked at Carl’s expression. He really didn’t have any facial expressions. A very indifferent face. Sophia had only seen Carl make that expression once. The expression he made while looking at the ground or looking up at the sky as if he couldn’t bear to look at Sophia’s face.
When he was whining and crying that he was in pain because his limbs were cut off. Carl repeated the word sorry dozens of times with just that expression. With no expression, with a cracked voice. Back then, I was stupid enough to use a knife like that.
Carl has feelings too. Sophia felt the pain again.
Well, how can a person always be strong? Carl must have wanted to cry when others were crying too. When the colleagues hugged each other and were depressed, Carl would have wanted to cry too. Even so, I now know that even when I said ‘Idiots’ with a sneer, it was to encourage us to cheer up even if it was forced. Although the method is a bit clumsy. It was to get angry at his words and to cheer up.
Carl is a man. He is a living person with feelings. There are times when he wants to cry and there are times when he is angry.
Even so, even when you were rejected hundreds of times, you didn’t say anything. I should have even shouted He didn’t seem to be sincere at all, even though he didn’t look like an idiot. Of course, that was also a concern for me, but-.
While Sophia was preoccupied with this and that, Carl did not show any expression.
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Can’t laugh can’t laugh can’t laugh Wake. If the corner of your mouth rises, that day is over. I can’t keep that bitch in my grasp.
Carl manages his expression and thinks.
You decided to make it impossible to do anything without me. Total possession of a woman loved by all. It is like raising livestock. It is something that requires careful consideration. Facial expression management is the basic of the basics.
Ah. That caregiver year. Okay. You did your job well enough. You seem to be having a little fun too, am I mistaken? It doesn’t matter anyway.
Alas, Sophia.
You were terrified. There is desperation in the eyes looking at me. Did you even get saved?
Are you trying to show sadness this time? Haha. What is it, do you feel sorry?
Are you okay. Are you okay. Everything is fine
You just have to do what I tell you to do.
You just have to live as I tell you to live.
You don’t have to worry about anything. Only one.
All you have to do is live your whole life worrying about me, thinking that I might abandon you.
Even if it seems difficult, you don’t have to worry.
I will help you.
The day I saw you
Because I decided to have you.
*
“Are you a caregiver?”
After a moment of silence, Carl’s mouth opened. There was no pitch in his voice. Jogon jogon. But distinctly. The sound of Carl’s words etched into the caregiver’s brain. The caregiver couldn’t see Carl’s face. Put his eyes down Look at the knife’s foot. No further down. Sees his own feet look at his toes Count the number of curves drawn on the pattern on the floor.
“I think I need an explanation.”
“That’s it, that’s it!”
The caregiver hurriedly opened her mouth and looked at the knife.
I did my best. I can explain each and every one of how you bullied me. As you said, I did my best to ridicule it. There are very few physical injuries. I did pour the soup on his face once, but the temperature was moderated so it didn’t burn.
You said that back then. Mentally push yourself as hard as you can. Otherwise, I will kill my husband, my son, and everything else. So I worked really hard. I was trying to embarrass myself somehow. They even fed them urinary pills while they slept and left them outside! Again, again…
Tens of thousands of words swirled in the caregiver’s head. I listened as the thoughts rolled down my throat and into my mouth to vibrate and sound as they were to be expelled. It was such a moment.
“Yes yes. All right. After.”
However, the cold knife’s words blocked the caregiver’s mouth.
“For now… Go out and talk Come out.”
Carl said that and went out first. The caregiver hesitated and moved on with his steps. Half a step. The door looked enlarged. The moment he opened the door, it seemed that death would gnaw through his body, giving off a disgusting smell from his breath.
I hate that. If I go out, I will die.
I wondered why. The caregiver’s whole body trembled.
It’s a knife. Carl Leben. That person He can’t keep me alive. I’m going to die. Save me, save me
The caregiver’s eyes turned to Sophia. His neck creaked and turned. Please say something. Help me. I meant to say that. He himself knew that it was a shameless act. All this time, he knew that he had done bad things to Sophia. But was it such a mistake that a person died? Really?
I just did what I was told. I am not at fault. It was all done by that man. He said he would kill his family if he didn’t. I couldn’t help it either.
The caregiver’s steps moved towards the door slowly, very slowly. As if facing a foreseen fate, very slowly. But even in the midst of that, the door was surely getting closer. There was sorrow in Sophia’s eyes. I met Sophia’s eyes.
Sophia was laughing. With a thin smile.
“Oh, oh, please.”
Sophia has a good eye. I know that Carl isn’t such a good person. She didn’t know if she would really kill her, but she was sure she wouldn’t let her go. First of all, that caregiver will be fired. That alone is refreshing. Maybe he’ll take a hit. Very sick Maybe he’s afraid of it, so he’s asking for it to dry. Her Sophia’s smile deepened.
Really. That person, even after doing that to me.
“If you are really a hero, help me just once!”
How could you be so bold to say something like that?
“They are sisters in the arms of the same Lord. Said to be a saint! Please, I was all wrong. Please forgive me.”
“Yes yes.”
“Really?”
“The Lord.”
Sophia thinks she may have gotten a little out of character.
“You only give me trials that I can overcome?”
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“Why are you out so late?”
“Here, him. This.”
“Ugh. Know. Write. You weren’t trying to brag, were you? Annoying.”
“I really did as hard as I was told. No need for pay! Just let me live.”
“No way. How can you pamper people for nothing? That’s not morality huh.”
Carl took out a piece of gold from within his bosom and handed it to the caregiver. An invisible curtain covering the caregiver and the knife prevented them from being heard.
The caregiver brought out everything she was about to say. He did as he was told. I did this and that and that. He really did his best, so let him go.
“No, wait.”
“Yes?”
“I told him to do as he was told, but… Didn’t I say that you would save me?”
“Yes?”
The caregiver’s head rolled off like a joke at the caretaker’s gesture of the knife’s careless swing. In that state he took out a cigarette and lit it.
Hallway of the palace. A corpse with his head cut off, and a man smoking a cigarette in front of him.
“No, it hurts my heart to see Sophia suffer like that. Huh. Ugh. How could she be so tormented by a child whose limbs were cut off. Are you saying that people are not good enough to eat? Oh my god.”
A smile blooms on the man’s face.
“I need to appease you.”
When the man left, his corpse oxidized on the spot and evaporated without a trace. He did not look like a human being, although a little soot remained.
“Sophia. Are you okay?”
Carl enters Sophia’s room with a friendly voice.
*
Bounty.
Regardless of life or death.
Name: Carl Leben.
Appearance: Bright yellow hair. Muscular and stocky physique. Above average height. He is from the South and has light brown skin. Sharp eyes. Clear jawline. There are no scars on the face, but there are many scars on the body. If white bird flesh sprouts on a black body, it is powerful.
Crimes: Illegal occupation of territory after murder of a lord, murder of an aristocrat, murder of an aristocrat, massacre of regular soldiers, massacre of civilians, murder, rape, arson, slave smuggling, instigation of murder, black market operation, tax evasion, etc. Bell.
Disposition: Public execution. Method of Execution / Civil Participation – 1 year.
Reward: Appointment of honorary marquis, 0.5 ton of gold, 100,000 pyeong size manor sergeant.
* Update: All the sins of the hero Carl Leben are unquestioned.
