Chapter 64
“Hold still!”
Battered by the harsh hands of the women, the maid was eventually dressed in that degrading outfit.
“……”
“……”
Silence spread instantly.
The ragged lace, the garment that looked like a mop made of expensive gemstones, turned magically beautiful the moment it touched Arzeletta’s body.
It was like a scene out of myth. Even seeing it with their own eyes, they couldn’t believe it.
Arzeletta had done nothing. Just as always, she was dragged about by others, had her clothes torn off, her body put on display, and dressed in humiliating scraps.
But in that very moment, everyone who had taken part in the collective violence witnessed a kind of magic that required not a single spell.
White lace flowed over Arzeletta’s pale, translucent body like noble pearls. Whether it was discarded scraps or trash, none of it mattered now.
The delicate lace, once touched by Madame Florentain’s hands, wrapped lightly around her chest and waist. The term wedding attire no longer seemed ironic—it shimmered like a pristine, high-end bridal gown.
Beneath the lace, Arzeletta’s slender, white skin appeared even more transparent, even smoother than it was.
Arzeletta’s skin, as if cleansed by moonlight, the dazzling lace ceremonial dress offered in praise of her beauty, and her black hair flowing like night, blinded the eyes of common folk.
“……”
No one spoke. Arzeletta merely cowered, her shoulders trembling.
She exposed her body fully through the shameful lace, her own body, yet unable to move anything according to her will.
Just as Arzeletta’s sorrow had been their greatest amusement moments ago, now her sorrow was the greatest device to ultimately showcase Arzeletta’s beauty.
Arzeletta hunched her body as if trying to escape from the hands of the women who held her.
She was in a quadrupedal, animal-like crawling posture, but Arzeletta knew well that such a thing was not even a shame compared to what she was experiencing at this moment, or what she would have to endure again from now on.
No matter how much the lace fragments covering her body created an illusion, it could not change the fact that it was closer to underwear than clothing.
Arzeletta’s white and soft b*****s, as she crawled like a quadruped across the rough floor, swayed with her movements. Her white b******s and straight legs gleamed palely under the moonlight.
It was a lewd pornography that could not be found in any e****c book in the world.
But the woman, who had become the protagonist of pornography against her will, was still, entirely innocent.
“…Look at that vulgar spectacle!”
“She’s brazenly wagging her dirty b******s in the sacred domain of the great Lord Ragnar!”
Those condemning her hid without hesitation behind the names of God and Ragnar.
“Lascivious wretch, where are you running off to!”
“Ah…!”
Grabbed by her hair, she was thrown back into the circle of people. The hideous scar on Arzeletta’s back was vivid even in the moonlight. Those surrounding her laughed with pleasure at the ugliness revealed on the half-naked woman’s back, at the trace of original sin.
Arzeletta’s scar was the most powerful justification for their game of condemnation.
“Come on, hurry and marry, hurry.”
“She walked into the slaughterhouse on her own two feet, she must have already coupled, right?”
“You’ll need a witness, so we’ll let you have your wedding night here. Perfect for beasts, wouldn’t you say?”
“Finally! Finally, Arzeletta is a slaughterhouse bride!”
People clapped joyfully, pushing Yoseph, whose hands were tied behind his bent back, towards Arzeletta.
“They say that for the slaughterhouse’s bride, she has to be ridden every single day so that dirty evil spirits don’t cling to her.”
One man, holding a torch, approached the crouching Arzeletta and lifted her chin. He gazed with satisfaction at the face of the powerless maid, who was trembling, clad in shameful scraps of fabric.
“Hmm? You know, Arzeletta?”
“……”
“They say you have to be mounted by different people every day so that the spirits of beasts don’t cling to you.”
Arzeletta blinked her tear-filled eyes. Unwillingly, her whole body trembled. She didn’t want to show her tears to the man who was relishing her fear, but her fear was uncontrollable.
Arzeletta knew well why they had wanted to link Yoseph and her for so long.
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