Chapter 6: Betrayal of a Subordinate
The look of resentment and hatred glowed in Luciano’s eyes, bleeding into his vision and almost completely erasing his restraint. He wanted to kill Flavia then and there.
”I utterly despise you. It's all due to you, that my plan is ruined. The king and prince of Armenia have just died, now they are even more alert! Damn!” Luciano roared. Venom laced his voice as his heated glare drove into her accusingly.
Over the course of two years, Luciano had thoroughly planned his eventual revenge, combing over every minute detail, all for his end goal. On the day of the new monarch’s coronation, Luciano had decided to use the Marquis of Longolia as a foothold to invade the castle of Armenia. It should have been perfect. Luciano had hoped to extinguish Armenia in the same way his own country had been crushed: ruthlessly and absolutely.
The colour of despair washed over him. A film of grey occluded his vision as he fought the desire to crush everything in his way. Before he could fulfil his purpose, the pathway he had so meticulously carved, had been broken at the hands of this woman. And now...
“Uh... it hurts... Luciano, why is it that you can move...?”
Blood dripped down Flavia’s face, a result of the nosebleed when her face had violently kissed the floor. Even in her situation, she was abhorrent enough to speak against him. Though Luciano’s body was still slightly drowsed from the effect of the drug, his consciousness was raring. Pulling himself together, he tidied his disorganised clothes and grabbed the sword that leaned against the bed.
“You have two choices: die now, or punishment. Choose.” Luciano unsheathed the sword and pointed it towards her. It was a threat. Any minute, he wouldn’t hesitate to swing that blade.
The woman, fearing death, shrunk down submissively and whispered, “punish me.”
The cruel demon in Luciano escaped from his mouth, fuelling the vulgar words that he threw at her. Words, completely unfitting of his noble birth, spilt out. “Then, you’re welcome to go f*ck all my subordinates.”
The weight of the words bore down on Flavia and she hurriedly shook her red head in response. It was a truly horrifying punishment, and just the thought sent chills down her spine. The ruthless command immediately dissipated all her pent up s*xual desire.
“Wait! There are over fifty Knights of Serrat!” She pleaded in shock.
“I thought you had no brains, but it seems like you have a head that can count after all.” Luciano’s mouth curled up in a scoff. To think this lowly woman even dared to talk back.
“I am an aristocrat... No, I am not just an aristocrat. Father is second only to the royal family!” Flavia desperately pleaded and crawled to his feet. How could she possibly entangle with such commoners? After all, in her mind, it was only Luciano who was fitting for her.
“What about it? I’ll give you two weeks. End after sixty-seven. Although I don’t know if Julian and Leandro will consent to embracing such a filthy creature, rub your forehead on the ground and beg everyday.” The words left Luciano’s lips like a death sentence.
“Sixty-seven…...If I am held that much, the delicate I will break.”
Luciano’s face was reflected in her pleading eyes. Delicate? He slowly approached her to the point their noses touched each other.
“Did you think a light punishment would do? I can’t forgive the crime you committed against me. I always pay back, tenfold.”
The woman’s voice begging forgiveness overlapped with the footsteps in the hallway, they slowly grew louder as they got closer. A knock on the door sounded.
“Sir Luciano, Lady Flavia... I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?”
Upon hearing that voice, Luciano’s violet eyes narrowed.
“Heh... You’re Amancio... I heard you killed Marquis Longolia.”
“Eh? Ah, yes. I killed him. He was trying to betray Sir Luciano.”
Luciano allowed the man to come in. With his permission, a man with a well-built muscular body who seemed strong entered the room. Perhaps it was due to seeing a naked Flavia, Amancio whose face was reddened with acne, hurriedly covered his crotch with his hands to hide his noticeable reaction.
“Have you heard from Flavia about the betrayal of the Marquis?”
Chapter 6: Betrayal of a Subordinate
The look of resentment and hatred glowed in Luciano’s eyes, bleeding into his vision and almost completely erasing his restraint. He wanted to kill Flavia then and there.
”I utterly despise you. It's all due to you, that my plan is ruined. The king and prince of Armenia have just died, now they are even more alert! Damn!” Luciano roared. Venom laced his voice as his heated glare drove into her accusingly.
Over the course of two years, Luciano had thoroughly planned his eventual revenge, combing over every minute detail, all for his end goal. On the day of the new monarch’s coronation, Luciano had decided to use the Marquis of Longolia as a foothold to invade the castle of Armenia. It should have been perfect. Luciano had hoped to extinguish Armenia in the same way his own country had been crushed: ruthlessly and absolutely.
The colour of despair washed over him. A film of grey occluded his vision as he fought the desire to crush everything in his way. Before he could fulfil his purpose, the pathway he had so meticulously carved, had been broken at the hands of this woman. And now...
“Uh... it hurts... Luciano, why is it that you can move...?”
Blood dripped down Flavia’s face, a result of the nosebleed when her face had violently kissed the floor. Even in her situation, she was abhorrent enough to speak against him. Though Luciano’s body was still slightly drowsed from the effect of the drug, his consciousness was raring. Pulling himself together, he tidied his disorganised clothes and grabbed the sword that leaned against the bed.
“You have two choices: die now, or punishment. Choose.” Luciano unsheathed the sword and pointed it towards her. It was a threat. Any minute, he wouldn’t hesitate to swing that blade.
The woman, fearing death, shrunk down submissively and whispered, “punish me.”
The cruel demon in Luciano escaped from his mouth, fuelling the vulgar words that he threw at her. Words, completely unfitting of his noble birth, spilt out. “Then, you’re welcome to go f*ck all my subordinates.”
The weight of the words bore down on Flavia and she hurriedly shook her red head in response. It was a truly horrifying punishment, and just the thought sent chills down her spine. The ruthless command immediately dissipated all her pent up s*xual desire.
“Wait! There are over fifty Knights of Serrat!” She pleaded in shock.
“I thought you had no brains, but it seems like you have a head that can count after all.” Luciano’s mouth curled up in a scoff. To think this lowly woman even dared to talk back.
“I am an aristocrat... No, I am not just an aristocrat. Father is second only to the royal family!” Flavia desperately pleaded and crawled to his feet. How could she possibly entangle with such commoners? After all, in her mind, it was only Luciano who was fitting for her.
“What about it? I’ll give you two weeks. End after sixty-seven. Although I don’t know if Julian and Leandro will consent to embracing such a filthy creature, rub your forehead on the ground and beg everyday.” The words left Luciano’s lips like a death sentence.
“Sixty-seven…...If I am held that much, the delicate I will break.”
Luciano’s face was reflected in her pleading eyes. Delicate? He slowly approached her to the point their noses touched each other.
“Did you think a light punishment would do? I can’t forgive the crime you committed against me. I always pay back, tenfold.”
The woman’s voice begging forgiveness overlapped with the footsteps in the hallway, they slowly grew louder as they got closer. A knock on the door sounded.
“Sir Luciano, Lady Flavia... I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?”
Upon hearing that voice, Luciano’s violet eyes narrowed.
“Heh... You’re Amancio... I heard you killed Marquis Longolia.”
“Eh? Ah, yes. I killed him. He was trying to betray Sir Luciano.”
Luciano allowed the man to come in. With his permission, a man with a well-built muscular body who seemed strong entered the room. Perhaps it was due to seeing a naked Flavia, Amancio whose face was reddened with acne, hurriedly covered his crotch with his hands to hide his noticeable reaction.
“Have you heard from Flavia about the betrayal of the Marquis?”
