Chapter 116
Whenever he saw such blind determination, such reckless obsession, he felt an eerie sense of revulsion—like looking into a mirror.
‘Ah, so this is what Siren meant. Forcing my own feelings, pushing my own opinions. Disregarding others.’
Even he was sick of it now. Siren must have been, too.
But those consumed by their emotions could never see it.
Yasamin exhaled a long sigh, dragging a hand down his face.
Hies flinched and took a step back.
The truth was… coming to the king like this was her final act of desperation.
‘Please. Come back as the king I once knew. I’ll beg you if I have to.’
If that happened… all the dreadful plans she had devised through the night could be scrapped.
By her authority, the infected wouldn’t be the people—but the elders of the Nu clan.
And if Siren Wilkeron became a live sacrifice as planned, everything would fall into place. Everything would return to its rightful order.
“Urk…!”
The next moment.
“Kugh, hck, urgh!”
Whoosh!
Hies’ feet lifted off the ground.
With one hand gripping her throat, he had hoisted her into the air.
“How dare you. Do you even realize whose name you just uttered with that wretched mouth of yours?”
“……!”
“No matter how much you pray, rain will never fall for the likes of you. A rain ritual? Ridiculous. I only played along, and now you actually think you’re something.”
Her legs flailed helplessly.
A strangled choking sound escaped her, causing the warriors waiting outside to burst in, startled.
“Your Majesty?!”
“W-What in the world…!”
Thud!
Had it lasted a moment longer, her life would have been snuffed out—how fortunate.
Yasamin tossed Hies aside like a piece of baggage, then strode out of the tent without a word.
Leaving behind only a gaze filled with contempt.
“Eltan. We’ll be dealing with the Nu clan soon. Now that Aquafuran has returned, there’s no need for any other religion in the South.”
“Are you sending them to the East?”
“Send word to the elders. Quietly hand over their land and get out to the East. Tell them if they don’t pack up and disappear to the designated location within two months, I’ll slit every last one of their throats.”
Truthfully, he wanted to get rid of all the nuisances within a week.
Siren had declared she would love him—so why were there so many insects getting in the way?
The only reason he was holding onto his reason right now was one.
Because Siren wished to reign as queen of this land.
And for that, the structure of society needed to remain intact.
It was tedious, but preserving this entire system for her—that was his way of loving her.
“Yes, two months should be enough. If the elders each receive their own territory, they likely won’t complain.”
“Good. Once it’s settled, report to Siren first. She knows the Eastern lands best.”
Ah, he wanted to hold her so badly. What should he do?
As he pondered, he noticed the rain had let up for the moment and quietly made his way toward the carriage.
“Sei.”
“Mm?”
“You look exhausted. Let’s rest for a bit.”
Receiving a basket of fruit from a supply officer, he climbed into the carriage, shut the door, and drew the curtains.
Not that he intended to lay a hand on her.
He had only come to pamper her.
“Ah, open up.”
“Ah…?”
“There you go, good girl.”
Plucking a ripe grape from the bunch, he held it in his mouth and fed it to Siren. And, quite naturally, their lips brushed in the process—a secret, of course.
Siren looked a little dumbfounded, but since the grape was sweet, she accepted it without complaint.
“It’s good. Do you like it? Grapes. You used to love them.”
“You still remember that?”
“I haven’t forgotten a single thing about you. I’m just getting to know Siren now.”
Both Aquafuran and Siren liked fruit. They preferred sweet flavors over sour ones and enjoyed being fed more than eating on their own.
She always insisted he didn’t need to dote on her, but whenever he did, she simply let him—so endearing.
A dark desire stirred within him, a craving to render her incapable of moving a single finger without him, to do everything for her.
“Mm, mmm….”
It didn’t take long for the grape he was feeding her to turn into a deep, languid kiss.
Their lips locked together like perfect puzzle pieces.
Tongues entwined, breaths mingled, and the scent of grapes filled the space.
A kiss, then a grape, then another kiss.
As it continued, Siren’s gaze gradually grew hazy.
“Do you want to?”
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