“Huh? Even if I told you not to look, you would. Rather, why are you water torturing the miss? I’ll kill you depending on the answer. You’re unarmed now. I’ve got the advantage.”
Reminded by his words, Luciano recalled what he needed to prioritise. His expression change. “Help me. I want to make Alana vomit what she drank.”
“Miss, what did you do? Did you drink something weird? Seriously, are you a kid? What did you drink? I’ll take care of you. Brother, hold her body like that.”
The man ignored Alana’s refusal and grabbed her small chin as if to say, “Be patient,” and s stuck his finger in her mouth with great familiarity.
Forced to vomit her insides out, Alana must have been exhausted, because she went limp right after and drifted off to sleep. Luciano, who wrapped Alana in a blanket on the bed, stopped the man who was about to leave. “Wait,” he called out. But the man did not turn around.
“I’ll tell you what, I’m her secret agent. I’m not going to respond to anything you say.”
“You called Alana desperately, tell me why.”
“I’m not going to answer any of your questions. Brother, is your ear for decoration?”
Luciano clicked his tongue and touched the sword he put on his side.
“Benito. Are you good with losing an arm?”
“If you want to do it, do it. If you think you can threaten me, you’re wrong. I’m going to get back at you.”
Suddenly, the candle at Luciano’s side extinguished, along with the candlestick which snapped. Without showing the trajectory of his sword or even an afterimage, he slashed it.
Benito’s eyes widened, “Huh?”
“You can’t be Alana’s secret agent with one arm, of course. Should I expel you with the authority of the prince consort?”
“Oh you good piece of shit! What do you mean prince consort, you, you’re the worst!”
Benito shook his head. “Ka- I can’t do this. This is why I’m telling you miss you’re a kid. I don’t even want to give out my name, but you called me by my name. Even though you don’t usually talk much, you made a blunder. Geez.”
“Fine, just talk.”
Benito looked pained shaking his head. “It’s just as you see it. The miss, she doesn’t take care of herself. The castle is strong, but if you look at the security in this room, it’s empty. We’re vulnerable to assassination. That’s why I have to go out there. The only reason you came here was to kill her, right? Well, she married you knowingly. I’ve been trying to stop her for a long time, but- ha, she’s a stupid girl.”
Luciano looked down at Alana in his arms. Perhaps her sleep was too deep, her tightly closed eyelids did not move. Her complexion seemed pale.
“Hey prince consort, I’m going to kill you. That, or either I get rid of you. Other than you, this miss has been targeted all her life. I wasn’t the only one taking out enemies, it was mainly Callisto, and you chased him away. You really did something unnecessary.”
“Is there an attempt on her life?
“I heard that the dead prince of this country did not like her. It seems that their mothers were different. The prince’s faction is now a faction that wants to abolish the monarchy, I believe. Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
Luciano looked at Alana, as Benito continued.
“It must have been hard for her to be protected by Callisto. You’re a man, you know what happens when a repressed virgin explodes with sexual joy and lashes out at a young lady. I’m amazed she could endure it. I feel sorry for her. She’s a queen, but not a queen, either.” Luciano’s expression became grim in the blink of an eye.
“You are not qualified to blame Callisto. You’ve had more women than you can count. Of course you know that don’t you? Don’t blame me.”
“I don’t blame you… How much does ... Alana know about me?”
“Who knows. At the very least, she knows you’re a cruel murderer, a debauchee who’s embraced countless women,” Benito tried to leave, but Luciano stopped him, blurting out a question at his departing back.
“Answer me one question. Why does Alana want to die?”
“Huh? Even if I told you not to look, you would. Rather, why are you water torturing the miss? I’ll kill you depending on the answer. You’re unarmed now. I’ve got the advantage.”
Reminded by his words, Luciano recalled what he needed to prioritise. His expression change. “Help me. I want to make Alana vomit what she drank.”
“Miss, what did you do? Did you drink something weird? Seriously, are you a kid? What did you drink? I’ll take care of you. Brother, hold her body like that.”
The man ignored Alana’s refusal and grabbed her small chin as if to say, “Be patient,” and s stuck his finger in her mouth with great familiarity.
Forced to vomit her insides out, Alana must have been exhausted, because she went limp right after and drifted off to sleep. Luciano, who wrapped Alana in a blanket on the bed, stopped the man who was about to leave. “Wait,” he called out. But the man did not turn around.
“I’ll tell you what, I’m her secret agent. I’m not going to respond to anything you say.”
“You called Alana desperately, tell me why.”
“I’m not going to answer any of your questions. Brother, is your ear for decoration?”
Luciano clicked his tongue and touched the sword he put on his side.
“Benito. Are you good with losing an arm?”
“If you want to do it, do it. If you think you can threaten me, you’re wrong. I’m going to get back at you.”
Suddenly, the candle at Luciano’s side extinguished, along with the candlestick which snapped. Without showing the trajectory of his sword or even an afterimage, he slashed it.
Benito’s eyes widened, “Huh?”
“You can’t be Alana’s secret agent with one arm, of course. Should I expel you with the authority of the prince consort?”
“Oh you good piece of shit! What do you mean prince consort, you, you’re the worst!”
Benito shook his head. “Ka- I can’t do this. This is why I’m telling you miss you’re a kid. I don’t even want to give out my name, but you called me by my name. Even though you don’t usually talk much, you made a blunder. Geez.”
“Fine, just talk.”
Benito looked pained shaking his head. “It’s just as you see it. The miss, she doesn’t take care of herself. The castle is strong, but if you look at the security in this room, it’s empty. We’re vulnerable to assassination. That’s why I have to go out there. The only reason you came here was to kill her, right? Well, she married you knowingly. I’ve been trying to stop her for a long time, but- ha, she’s a stupid girl.”
Luciano looked down at Alana in his arms. Perhaps her sleep was too deep, her tightly closed eyelids did not move. Her complexion seemed pale.
“Hey prince consort, I’m going to kill you. That, or either I get rid of you. Other than you, this miss has been targeted all her life. I wasn’t the only one taking out enemies, it was mainly Callisto, and you chased him away. You really did something unnecessary.”
“Is there an attempt on her life?
“I heard that the dead prince of this country did not like her. It seems that their mothers were different. The prince’s faction is now a faction that wants to abolish the monarchy, I believe. Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
Luciano looked at Alana, as Benito continued.
“It must have been hard for her to be protected by Callisto. You’re a man, you know what happens when a repressed virgin explodes with sexual joy and lashes out at a young lady. I’m amazed she could endure it. I feel sorry for her. She’s a queen, but not a queen, either.” Luciano’s expression became grim in the blink of an eye.
“You are not qualified to blame Callisto. You’ve had more women than you can count. Of course you know that don’t you? Don’t blame me.”
“I don’t blame you… How much does ... Alana know about me?”
“Who knows. At the very least, she knows you’re a cruel murderer, a debauchee who’s embraced countless women,” Benito tried to leave, but Luciano stopped him, blurting out a question at his departing back.
“Answer me one question. Why does Alana want to die?”
