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Chapter 8 – 01. Clearness After Carcinogenesis.

“Hey~. If you’re going to do it, come quickly. I miss this unnie.”

Estelle spread her legs as if provoking.
Originally, she would n’t be able to do that because she was tied up, but due to frequent beatings and whippings, the ropes that bound her legs her had come loose.

“Ah. The rope.”

When the priest next to her hurriedly tried to tie the rope, Aran stopped him.

“Priestess. It’s okay since your arm isn’t loosened.”
“…Is it okay? You’re a man.”

While she could not handle the power of a woman, she asked what she would do if Estelle rebelled.
Aran gave her a small nod and moved closer to Estelle.

“Oh, be merciful. Or did you want to lift my leg and fuck it? Come to think of it, have you ever shaken my waist? It’s been a while. Let’s see how strong you are.”

She spread her legs acrobatics and wiggled her hips.
The priest next to her frowned as she did such a thing in a situation where her genitals were clearly visible.

“To think that such a bitch was an archery commander. The Kingdom of Throdia is also out of luck.”
“Ahh? Why are you doing this?
“Get rid of that filthy ass!”
“It’s rude. Isn’t it likable?”

At the subject of her chain her, she insulted the priest and smiled thickly.
She was indeed an evil woman, Aran thought.

“You don’t deserve pleasure.”
“Huh? What?”

Aran took out the dagger that was provided for her escort her. She took it out of the brown scabbard, and the silver blade shimmered in the moonlight.

“Because of you…I was raped…I raped my sister Soup. A bitch like you doesn’t deserve to be happy.”

“Ha! This is trying to repay grace with an enemy. Hey. I graduated you, who was a virgin, and graduated the same year that you were a virgin. What are you dissatisfied with? Anyway, kids these days don’t know how to be grateful.”
“Okay?”

Aran let go of her visceral fear of her, revealing only her pure anger and hatred of her.

“And what is that dagger? Why? Stab me to death? Whoa. The distribution is also small.”
“It is okay to stab, but I will not kill.
“Ah?”

After her words, Aran burrowed between her legs her. He liked the swaying mass of her flesh, but she was completely invisible to him now.
Rather, she is nothing more than a hateful object that drowns her in her suffering.

Aran brought the blade of her dagger to her Estelle’s thigh.
When the cold side of her touches her, goose bumps run through her body.

“…Wait…You’re not trying to do anything weird, are you?”

Aran was staring at her vagina.
The blade of the dagger was gently stroking the hollow of her inner thigh.

Something is behaving strangely.

It’s not just an idea of ​​stabbing and tearing a woman’s body with a dagger, this is…

“Are you cured anyway?”

The indisputable destruction of women.
He opened her cunt slightly, thrusting the blade of her sharp dagger into it.

“Aaaaa!!!!”

A groaning scream.
Splashing blood.
It was the hot blood that had just come out, riding the sword body, passing through the handle, soaking his hand her, going over it, eroding his wrist her, falling to the floor, or flowing down the stem of his hand her.

“Even though I’m not on the stabbed side, so it probably wouldn’t have been this kind of pain, but I wonder if Soup-nuna’s pain, which was forced upon her, was generally like this.”

He muttered calmly and twisted the studded blade. He sliced ​​through the soft flesh of her and twisted the blade, which was firmly embedded, as he ripped open her vagina.

“Haaaaagh!! Stop!! Stop it!!”

Patter.

The overflowing blood formed a puddle.
Estelle cried out in pain.

“Did you stop when I told you to?”

Aran drew his dagger.
Blood ran down its path and splattered.

“Uhhhhh”

Leeway is gone
Are you already tired of attacks that are hard to think of with common sense?
It seemed that he felt more pain than the soldiers’ assault that had been perpetrated for several hours.

No, in fact, more than the pain right now, I couldn’t stand it because I was afraid of what this crazy person would do in the future.
A person who sticks a knife into the vagina from the start, can’t he do anything?

“No. You will continue to suffer like this from now on.”

Aran pierced the knife again.
The direction of the sword was different this time.
Unlike before, when the blade was set vertically according to the shape of the pubic area, this time it was laid horizontally.

The vaginal wall, which hadn’t been broken, was cut off again, and the excruciating pain came to Estelle again.

“Aaaaa!!!”

“My sister-in-law said she received this over and over again… Over and over again.”

It didn’t stop there.
It reciprocated with it.
Scorching,
As if it were a duty.
He became the blade himself, as if he felt pleasure.
He reciprocated.

Blood spurted out, and a high-pitched whistle erupted from Estelle’s throat, as if she had heard it.

The blood was so profuse that the priest next to him stopped and entered.

“Now, wait… I need to treat it first. It’s too dangerous in its current state.”
“…Yes.”

As Aran pulled out his dagger and came out from between his legs her, Estelle’s leg her fell helplessly.

“Ah… Uh… Uh…”

Blood was constantly flowing from her genital area, to the extent that anyone who saw it would think that a spear had been inserted there.

The priest quickly memorized a spell and healed Estelle.
The genital area, which had been severely mangled, was completely healed.

The terrible pain was gone, but it was not a good situation for Estelle.

Her priest her retreated, and as Aran approached again, she spoke imploringly.

“I’m sorry Aran. I was wrong. Don’t do this. Huh? Rather hit me!”

The image so far collapsed, and the servile figure was revealed.
Where did that composure go that he did not lose despite the assaults of countless soldiers?

To think that she was caught by a woman like this and went through days of such pain.
Being raped and raping someone dear to you just because of a bitch like this.
What kind of weird situation is this?

“A woman’s life is ruined because of you. That sister will have to live with the trauma for the rest of her life.”

Aran didn’t say anything about herself.
Estelle would know more about Aran than anyone else.
So she deliberately only mentioned soup.

As if Estelle noticed Aran, she opened her mouth.

“I did something wrong…I did something really bad to Soup.”

Those words that began with apology and remorse,

“I’m going to give it to the men when I get to the village. Isn’t the impact too weak with only one person?”

It ended in ridicule.

The frightened expression went nowhere, and Estelle’s eyes contained poison, hatred, and ridicule like a viper.

Aran was slightly shocked by the sudden change.
Estelle spat in his face.

Wow!

“You’re so fucking stupid. You fool, do you think a kid like you will get a message saying that you’ve been stabbed with a knife?

Yes.
If you were someone who would apologize so easily in the first place
I wouldn’t have done it.

Aran felt something cut off in his head.

“Aaaaa!!”

He grabbed a dagger and charged.

* * *

“How is the situation at war?”

The young queen asked.
No, she asked the young-looking queen to be precise.

The 14th Queen of the Kingdom of Throdia. Erina Rial Throdia.
With four princesses under her command her, she has a good political sense and is good at strengthening her royal authority and keeping the power of the nobles in check so that it does not tilt to one side.

“I’m sorry, but it’s disadvantageous.”

‘Laura Har Khan von Illyana’, she replied, bowing her head.

Not long ago, the army heading to the front line with the Persian kingdom was cut off and destroyed, and the troops that had reached 10,000 were scattered, and only about 300 soldiers barely survived.

“The troops are also troops, but above all, the number of elite soldiers and knights is insufficient.”
“Elite soldiers… Knights…”
“Knights are the servants of the lords, so please call the lords who have been dismissed.”

The queen immersed herself in her agony her.
The last 10 or so years she’s been on her throne her. She removed numerous lords and nobles from official positions and sent them into exile.

The problem is that sending a lord or aristocrat into exile does not give the land they have to someone else. The territory remains intact, and officials are sent from the home country to do only basic management. Most of the elite soldiers and knights, which are the core forces, are taken by lords and nobles, so as a result, only ordinary soldiers remain.

When lords and nobles go into exile, the elite soldiers and knights who followed them naturally follow.
Even if they were called back to repel the invasion of the Persian Kingdom, the kingdom would fall into another chaos.

“Your Highness. Please show me kindness. Then the country will become rich and strong, and we will be able to defeat those villains easily.”
“…Even if they were summoned, there are already territories that have fallen into the hands of the enemy, so what will they do with those territories? Since their own territories have been taken away, they will think badly of both their home country and I.”
“There’s no way that could be the case. Even now, they desperately want to be called by Your Highness.”

It’s hard to believe, but there are people like that.
‘Imhyanggok’ written and sent by the aristocrat and poet ‘Ea von Huina’ was famous, and there was a time when it was enjoyed among nobles.

“Please do so.”

At that time, a woman appeared, gently holding the hem of her dress that was dragging from one side of her.

Full of grace from her head to toe and even her smile Her, she was the second princess of Throdia Kingdom, ‘Ekaterina Rial Throdia’.

Compared to her 1st princess, she is behind the throne, but she is popular with the nobles for her brilliant brain and her upright character her, and many nobles are now lining up for her.

“The country is in disarray, and I regret even the help of a single blade of grass. If you forgive them and give them strength by showing generosity and magnanimity like that of Your Highness, I will fight for you.”

Ekaterina gave a small smile and spoke politely.

“What are you doing here?”

However, the appearance of her second princess did not please the queen.
For some reason, Princess Ekaterina was out of Erina’s mind.

“Your Highness seems to be struggling, so I’m here to help.”
“You should go and practice your swordsmanship. This is the duty of the courtiers and women.”
“Your Highness. When we summoned them, are you worried about the situation before and after?”
“I told you to go away.”
“Then there is no need to worry. Send them to the frontlines to consume them, and give more strength to those who follow Your Highness.”
“Damn! How can you say such an absurd thing!”
“They will understand. It’s about forgiving those who once sinned, but that’s not enough.
Your Highness calls them to strengthen the country’s defenses, and on the one hand, remove the chaos of the future.”
“Lowering!”
“Kwuk-kuk.”

The chancellor put on an absurd expression at Ekaterina’s words her, and Erina let out a laugh.

“Yeah. You’re right. I’ll call them in.”
“…Majesty…”

Obviously, the chancellor wanted this, but things went strangely.

* * *

“Damn! Why did you say that!”

After coming out of Daejeon, the chancellor questioned.

“Aren’t they those who follow the lowering!”

This is because many of those whom Ekaterina sent to her frontline to consume were included in many of her forces.
If they die on the frontlines, her recently weakened powers will shrink even more.

“I know. So I did.”
“Yes?”

At her misunderstanding of her, Ekaterina smiled slightly.

“Duke. Trust me. I have an idea.”
“…Lowering…”