Chapter 166
At Carmen’s answer, Arzeletta inhaled inside her veil.
“A normal person would not be able to withstand it for even a minute and would go mad.”
Arzeletta’s eyelashes trembled sharply.
Perhaps it was the greatest fear a human could imagine, the one that would bring up the abyss of humanity.
‘The Lord, a holy meeting prayer!’
At this moment, Arzeletta could not believe her own selfishness. To feel relieved after hearing those words. It was true. Love was selfish.
Her love had made Ragnar bear Theogrim’s pain in his place.
This love had, in the end, driven Ragnar down the path of death.
Now she would confess all her sins and receive her punishment.
In a silence so deep that you could almost hear the sound of someone swallowing, Arzeletta’s pale neck convulsed with pain. Only the sound of two people’s footsteps echoed chillingly on the glass-like, shimmering marble corridor.
“Your soul seems too transparent to me.”
Those were the words that followed. For a moment, Arzeletta did not think the words were directed at her.
“Being transparent is a dangerous thing, my child.”
“……”
“It is easily exposed and easily broken.”
Arzeletta blinked in slight surprise. It was because she had never heard such a personal comment from Carmen before.
“It is beautiful and brilliant, but it is a weak thing.”
They soon reached the door to the large bedchamber. As he always did, Carmen moved aside to make space for Arzeletta to enter.
“Be careful.”
“……”
“What will you do if you get caught?”
“……!”
At that moment, Arzeletta’s heart plummeted. She felt all the blood in her body dry up in an instant.
It was a miracle that she did not drop the tray she was holding.
What did he just say…?
Arzeletta turned her pale face and looked up at Carmen, who was standing in front of the door.
“Go in. He will be waiting.”
Carmen, who looked at her impossibly widened light-green eyes from behind his black veil, closed the door. It was a mask-like expression, no different from usual.
Arzeletta entered the room as if she was pushed in.
“……”
The silver tableware clattered in the darkness.
Her hands were trembling violently. Arzeletta moved her trembling legs with difficulty and placed the tray on the long table.
Her head was spinning. She covered her mouth with both hands, feeling like she was about to vomit at any moment.
She could not understand what had just happened.
Rustle.
“……!”
In time, at the low sound of a presence from inside the bedchamber, Arzeletta held on to her fading reason.
This was not the time to be submerged in fear.
Now, right now, there was something Arzeletta had to do.
‘…After all.’
As she was reminded of her responsibility, Arzeletta’s mind slowly grew colder.
After all, it was something that would be revealed after this moment passed.
Arzeletta took off her veil. Even at this moment, her heart ached as she recalled Ragnar’s hands, which had always helped her take off her veil. Even though it was a daily routine, the thumping in her heart at that moment was always new. It was a feeling she could not quite distinguish between fear and happiness.
“What if you apologize honestly? You’ll need a lot of courage to do that.”
Arzeletta moved forward, recalling Yoseph’s words.
When this whole confession was over, he might live.
And she would no longer be able to walk under the sunlight.
A humiliating trial, a terrible torture, and… execution.
She might meet the most miserable end of a heretic, which she had only heard about in the scriptures until now.
The corners of her eyes were already red with fear.
Despite all this fear, it was something she had to do because she had to.
“I will take you as my bride.”
This was the only way to atone for the sincerity that had come crashing towards her without any lies.
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