Chapter 191
“He lost a butterfly.”
Ragnar repeated Yoseph’s words.
Yoseph remained on his knees on the floor, raising only his head to look at the Lord. He was desperate.
Ragnar, sitting as the owner of the magnificent and opulent Lord’s castle, looked more overbearing than ever.
His violet eyes, which looked as if they would never show a hint of compassion or sympathy until the day he died.
Those eyes made Yoseph truly look up to Ragnar like a god.
Just as his title, the representative of God, suggested.
Like Impellias’s cruel and heartless god, who had come to this territory.
The god who watches over weak humans living on earth as if they were bugs.
That god was so great and so mighty that he would surely consider the painful screams of humans as trivial as the tears of ants.
Yoseph looked straight at the Lord’s icy gaze with his fiery eyes.
It felt as if no matter how much his flames were burning with hatred, they would not be able to melt those eyes.
“…You’re saying that mine is not with you now?”
At the Lord’s next words, Yoseph’s hunched shoulders flinched.
Mine.
If the Lord were to consider Arzeletta’s existence a disgrace, he could have sufficiently considered Yoseph’s actions as a threatening challenge.
But he was not denying the word Yoseph had thrown at him as if to test him.
“Since when?”
“As of today, it’s been six days.”
Yoseph swallowed his dry saliva. He could feel Wolfram’s bewildered gaze looking back and forth between the Lord and him.
“Six days ago, she flew to the promised place at the designated time.”
“……”
“With black wings.”
Ragnar’s fist, which was on his large and luxurious mahogany desk, clenched tightly.
It was Arzeletta.
The butterfly Yoseph had lost was Arzeletta. Ragnar recalled the transparent and beautiful veil she had worn when she came to him.
It was truly wings. The wings Arzeletta had to wear to land in his space.
But.
She disappeared?
Arzeletta?
“…My Lord?”
At Wolfram’s call, Ragnar caught his breath, which had unknowingly become ragged.
He met the hunchback’s fearless gaze, which was directed at him. The hunchback’s desperation was genuine.
The situation he had come to confess was too sudden, but Ragnar could understand the reason why he had sought him out at this moment.
The reason for the hot hatred that was in the hunchback’s eyes, too.
“Ah, it’s too late.”
Around the time the morning star shone in his red window, Arzeletta hurriedly got up.
She was the woman who, until just a moment ago, had been asleep in his arms as if she was in the most comfortable place in the world.
When the morning star rose, Arzeletta would quickly regain her sanity as if she had heard a desperate bell ringing.
It was Ragnar who could not escape from his dreams.
Arzeletta, who was curled up like a baby bird with his marks left all over her beautiful body, was an excessive ecstasy for Ragnar.
Every time that happened, he even forgot the fact that Arzeletta had to wear a veil and come to him by taking advantage of the darkness. Even though he knew that dawn would soon come, he wished she would stay in his arms a little longer.
He held on to a pathetic lingering feeling like ordinary and foolish people.
He had wished that Arzeletta would forget the time just once, that she would forget all the realistic things inside his arms. Just like he did.
But she had never once done that.
Even without anyone waking her up, she would diligently find her reason at the slightest sign of the morning light, as fine as a pinhole. It was the same no matter how unbearably hot the night she had experienced was.
“…Why don’t you stay just a little longer before you go.”
He even said that once.
It was a day when his lingering feelings took precedence over his dignity and grace.
Perhaps the moment he uttered those words, some kind of conviction had hardened in his heart. Even if he had not been aware of it at the time.
“It’s still a long time until dawn.”
“Ah!”
He grabbed Arzeletta’s waist as she was getting out of his arms and trapped her in his embrace again. She had a surprised expression.
“Hmph…”
He immediately put his lips on hers. He intended to muddle Arzeletta’s sanity. Just as she had done to him.
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