Chapter 153
“I cannot return that love to you, My Lord…”
Ragnar’s eyes wavered for the first time. Arzeletta looked back at him with tear-filled eyes.
She truly had not wanted this.
The sincerity he was conveying, having staked his entire life, was too difficult to bear.
“There is someone I love.”
But she did not avert her gaze. She looked back at the man’s violet eyes, which were finally breaking with a resounding crack at her words, and she spoke again.
“I love another person.”
Facing his pain was the punishment she deserved to receive.
“I have to love him my entire life… This love will never change, My Lord.”
Yoseph’s blinking eyes were directed towards the open door.
Outside the dark slaughterhouse, the sunlight was still brilliant.
Yoseph stared at the back of Arzeletta, who was sitting on the long chair.
Now, Yoseph could read Arzeletta’s mood just by looking at her back. Her posture, which always drew delicate lines, looked noticeably listless.
“Yoseph…!”
A few days ago, Arzeletta, who had returned from the Lord’s castle, hung onto Yoseph’s shoulder and burst into tears.
At the feel of Arzeletta suddenly clinging to him, Yoseph froze like a broken machine.
Arzeletta smelled of flowers. The arms and body that clung to him were unbelievably soft. The hair that brushed against his dumb, beast-like body was as deep and smooth as night.
After a moment of being dazed, as if buried in a pile of flowers, what he felt next were her tears.
She was unlike her usual self, who was so cautious even with her breathing, constantly looking around as if she were a butterfly that would be collected the moment she was found. She clung to Yoseph’s shoulder and cried like a child.
At that moment, Yoseph’s heart sank.
It was because he was reminded of the ominous prophecy he had made just a little while ago.
Perhaps the naive and foolish Arzeletta had accidentally become pregnant. Without a situation of that magnitude, there would be no reason for the gentle and quiet her to cry so much. Nor would she have clung to him, desperately seeking comfort.
It might have been that Ragnar, that hypocrite, that filthy son of a b***h pretending to be noble and holy, had finally abused her and abandoned her.
Yoseph lifted Arzeletta’s face. Her face was so drenched with tears that it was a pathetic sight. A warm breath came out from her reddened lips.
Faintly mixed into Arzeletta’s sweet scent was the scent of a man’s pheromones. A raw, beast-like smell, a unique scent that Yoseph, being a man himself, could not fail to recognize.
That bastard had spilled his filthy s***n on Arzeletta’s beautiful body. So horribly that she would cling to him and cry like this.
“Ah, ah, Arzeletta, what’s wrong?”
“Yoseph…”
“What did the Lord, what did the Lord do to you? Did you, did you get pregnant?”
Arzeletta shook her head. Yoseph waited anxiously for Arzeletta’s answer. But the only thing she told him that day was this.
“I, I did something wrong.”
“What are you talking about, Arzeletta?”
“I, I did something I shouldn’t have done. I shouldn’t have done that to the Lord.”
“Arzeletta.”
“What am I going to do, Yoseph?”
Arzeletta looked up at him as if desperately seeking an answer. Yoseph could not give her any answer and just held Arzeletta up.
“I’m going to be punished.”
“Who, who would punish a kind person like you, Arzeletta?”
“I’ve committed a terrible mistake…”
As Arzeletta was held in Yoseph’s arms and taken to her sleeping area in the slaughterhouse, she wept endlessly. The severely bent back of Yoseph, who was holding her and heading to her nest, cast a long shadow in the darkness.
Arzeletta lay her body down on the humble bed, held in Yoseph’s arms. The bed, prepared in a corner of the slaughterhouse, was modest, but at least in this slaughterhouse, it was the most luxurious place.
The moment Arzeletta lay down, that humble bed was transformed into a secret place from an old story. Yoseph gazed at that moment in ecstasy. The moment his lonely and damp slaughterhouse was turned into a resting place for a goddess.
The straw bed he had made could not be compared to the Lord’s bedchamber, but Arzeletta was now crying in his world.
“Arzeletta…”
Yoseph covered Arzeletta, who was curled up and crying, with a thin blanket. And he curled up at her feet.
He carefully put his lips to Arzeletta’s white feet.
The scarred feet were thin but still beautiful. Arzeletta’s skin, illuminated by the moonlight, was whiter than it was in the sunlight.
From Arzeletta’s white bare feet, he could smell the scent that had lingered from the Lord’s space. It was a luxurious scent he had never smelled before.
“……”
At his kiss, Arzeletta slightly flinched her foot, but that was all. She allowed Yoseph to kiss her feet. With her beautiful body full of the Lord’s traces, she wept sadly all night.
After that, Arzeletta did not go to the Lord’s room.
The sacrifice was delivered to the priest through Yoseph’s hands, according to the original procedure.
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