Chapter 65
This was due to the long-standing custom of violence.
From the moment women became the butcher’s women, they were no longer treated as human beings. They became public livestock. The moment they exchanged marriage vows with the butcher, they had to relinquish even the minimal human treatment.
The man’s eyes, massaging her chin, gleamed. In a domain where entertainment and prostitution were strictly controlled, the butcher’s woman was nothing more than a public plaything.
They all wanted Arzeletta to fall, as quickly as possible.
The man caressed Arzeletta’s slender chin, his reddened eyes raking over her b*****s, which swayed downward as she cowered.
There was something else he wanted to caress. He wanted to instantly seize the b*****s of this frail and pretty maid, part her white b******s, and thrust his own into her.
But for that to be within the domain’s rules, it was only possible if Arzeletta became the butcher’s bride.
“…Let’s marry them here and now.”
“Good. It’s an auspicious day, with the noble princess even here.”
“Our Del Rose with the princess, and the monster with the monster! Isn’t that a match made in heaven?”
The chuckling people shook their torches again. The red torchlight cast long, black shadows over Arzeletta’s body and swayed wildly, revealing their madness.
“Kiss!”
“The kiss of vows!”
Yoseph’s face was forcibly lifted. Arzeletta’s was too.
Arzeletta turned her head with all her might. Her hair was grabbed again. After struggling several times, their faces were almost touching.
Arzeletta bit her lip and lowered her head. Yoseph’s face, seen in that fleeting moment, was weak.
“Arzeletta.”
Yoseph called Arzeletta’s name, who was stubbornly rejecting him.
“Give them what they want, Arzeletta.”
He spoke with resignation.
“Then this moment will pass quickly.”
“……”
“Then you’ll be safe.”
“Kiss! The kiss of vows!”
“We need to go back quickly, Arzeletta.”
To the slaughterhouse. Arzeletta heard the words he didn’t say.
To our slaughterhouse, to our safe place, abandoned by God.
After quickly granting their demands…
“Arzeletta, hurry.”
Arzeletta tightly closed her eyes. There seemed to be no way out.
“Let’s get the wedding night over with here too.”
“Wedding night too? Isn’t that too luxurious for these lowly wretches?”
“We have to check. Whether that rotten back is contagious through f*****g or not.”
“Ah ha.”
As if satisfied with the answer, the hand gripping her tightened again.
Several hands were forcibly gripping Arzeletta. She couldn’t even turn her head. Yoseph, with dim eyes, was being swung by their hands, approaching Arzeletta.
“We’ll be your witnesses, okay?”
Even if the whole process was a mess, no one would care, and no one would listen to her protest.
If she performed the vow kiss like this, they would arbitrarily become witnesses on the spot and make the two of them a married couple. And so, Arzeletta would become Yoseph’s bride, and after that…
“Do you want help? If you want to leave.”
Suddenly, Exion’s voice came to mind.
“Is it okay for you to keep being treated like this?”
“Finish it quickly!”
Arzeletta, whose hair was fiercely pulled by someone’s hand, recalled the expression Exion had shown at that moment: cynical, unruly, utterly menacing, yet showing a sense of frustration and incomprehension in his eyes.
He was pitying her.
Perhaps it was pity.
And paradoxically, at that moment, Arzeletta steadied her wavering heart.
She recalled the image of a man utterly different from Exion.
A man with broad shoulders and a strong back, like a wall that would not tremble under any difficulty or assault.
She recalled his silver hair, which suited his cold demeanor so well it felt as if it would freeze upon touch. She recalled his cool violet eyes, the same color but distinctly different from Theogrim’s.
She had to remain here.
“Arzeletta…”
She had a task.
She had to meet Ragnar and go to his side.
To reach out to the man closest to God.
To fulfill what the master of her soul commanded her, she absolutely, absolutely must.
The greatest Holy Knight on earth, him…
Arzeletta released the tension from her body, as if ceasing her resistance.
It was then.
“Ah…!”
Someone in the gathered crowd let out a short shriek.
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