Who Stole The Empress

Chapter 64: He’s back

Roselyn suddenly dropped the letter she was holding in the pain that threatened to tear her arm off.

What is it?

She nearly screamed instantly at the burning pain.

Asrell, who had given her the letter, looked worriedly at Roselyn, who suddenly began to break out in a cold sweat.

Whats wrong? Are you suddenly uncomfortable somewhere? 

Suddenly my arm.

Your arm? Whats wrong with your arm?

Roselyn pulled out the thin cloth that had been covering her arm. Asrell sucked in a breath.

Whats wrong with this?

A red scar had formed, spreading from Roselyns shoulder all the way down her arm.

Roselyn explored the pattern of the scars with her teeth clenched in a cold sweat.

Teeth marks?

At a quick glance, it just looked like a series of red spots, but closer inspection revealed that they were spaced apart at regular intervals.

It spread throughout the shoulder in the shape of swallowing the entire arm.

No way.

Roselyn stared at the ocean through the window as the sun began to set.

The cold sweat kept running down her face, but the pain had subsided.

What happened? Did he meet monsters and they got his arm?

The leader of the Talia Sea was Herpes.

Herpes had a deadly poison in its teeth, and when a giant shark or whale bitten by its poisonous teeth would die in half a day.

A human was likely to die instantly in less than half a day.

Roselyn squeezed her eyes shut.

Please, please, please, I hope its not a big deal.

Tamon Krasis was only moving for her.

She was the one who was going to die, the man shouldnt die. 

An unknown nervousness weighed her down, but Roselyn tried to shake it off.

He was also a man who overcame the blood disease that no one had won for hundreds of years. He was a strong man who had survived hundreds of battles with a smile on his face.

She believed in Tamons strength.

Also, if anything happened to him, some abnormal symptoms would appear on her.

Tamon pushed his life force into her and engraved each others soul..

Roselyn slowly caught her breath and lifted the dropped letter again.

Then she slowly read what was written in it.

It was a reply letter from Anna. It was the letter she had sent to Mach.

Fortunately, it seemed that Anna was still there.

It said that she would be happy to answer Roselyns request.

And one more thing.

The Prophet, Hartz. They must hurry to find him.

The one with the gift of prophecy.

The one remaining royal family of Keton, a defeated nation about ten years ago.

He has been on the run using his ability and has been hard to catch.

In order to proceed with the job, Roselyn needed money.

Fortunately, she had a fortune that she had hidden away just in case. 

She also had an account that she had created under a borrowed name. 

But before all that could proceed, there was someone she had to meet first.

Roselyn stared at the small stack of papers she had finished making. 

Who will make the best use of this?

The King of Amor.

****

[Even if you have what Tamon has, you can never be Tamon Krasis]

Cassion hung his shoulders and stared at the sea beneath the precipice.

When he retracted his head, he could see a little distance to the east, but he didnt move. 

According to the original schedule, he should have left a week ago. 

However, he was deeply troubled about leaving the mansion or going anywhere.

Whats wrong with me?

He slumped over like a depressed puppy, but he felt a strange uplift in his mood.

His chest was heaving, but he didnt know if it was because he was depressed.

To be frank, he was very angry at first.

The woman was ignoring him even though she was only his brothers mistress.

And yet, he was strangely unable to move.

That strange sense of oppression that was coldly staring down at him with purple eyes.

It was too overwhelming for a mistress to possess.

Even though she spoke in another language, an unexcited voice, Cassion felt weighed down by her.

Where in the world does that momentum come from in her thin body?

Was she really a mere mistress?

It would be believable enough if she was a princess of a defeated country.

It wasnt like she was the youngest princess either, but the eldest daughter who had just finished fighting with her brothers for the throne

I have some really strange thoughts.

Her limbs covered with scars, her leg limping with bandages wrapped around her ankle, her thin silhouette as if she was treated badly.

I cant believe Im having this fantasy after seeing them with my own eyes.

When he was mesmerized by her beauty, he thought that he could naturally take her away. He thought his brother would naturally let him have her. His brother had never refused a request before.

However, it didnt seem to be a matter of asking.

Originally, the life value of a slave was money.

Slavery led to brilliant results in many fields, so most countries ignored it even though they knew the absurdity of it.

The sacrifice was not theirs anyway, and they could only suck the sweetness of the sacrifice. Power and might could shake everything. Isnt that what the first gods did?

They seized irreversible power to enslave humans. Isnt that the logic behind the fact that death and life are determined by Gods mischief?

There was nothing to change just because they were human. Since they were created by God, it was only natural for them to resemble Him.

But. she was a slave, no different from money or things, but she acted as if she was not giving herself away. It was as if the master of her life and body would be herself.

No matter how much Cassion tried to take her away, no matter what he did, she would not be taken away. Because she has never given anyone her confidence.

Cassion stealthily moved to a position where he could see the east annex. It was not a place where he could see the inside of the villa, but maybe he could at least see her walking in front of it.

But to his surprise, he saw her, whom he didnt expect to see.

She was walking towards the beach with a shawl on her shoulder.

Cassion stared at her silver hair reflecting the sunlight absentmindedly and hurried down the hill.

***

Roselyn had already noticed that a black-haired beast was hovering around her.

The way it fidgeted like a kitten going about its business was distracting, but she just pretended not to know.

Perhaps because there was no longer any reason to close the east annex, the guards guarding it were disbanded. However, the knights still guarding her here and there in the distance were still the same. 

There were also supposed to be shadows in invisible places guarding her. Roselyn took a leisurely stroll.

Cassion, who was purring like a curious puppy, sneaked up on her.

Excuse me. You.

The twins who followed Roselyn stood close behind her with caution.

Roselyn pretended not to know and walked on, only looking ahead.

Hey!

He doesnt understand Hirusha language but why does he keep following her around? Roselyn thought.

Roselyn stopped and looked back at Cassion.

Staring into her cold eyes, Cassion flinched and took a step back.

His face turned red as he belatedly became aware of it.

., I dont know Hirusha language, but Im telling you because you seem to understand what Im saying.

Before Cassion could finish, Roselyn turned around and walked away.

Just as Cassion was running after her, he tripped over a stone and fell.

Ah

Roselyn, who was moving, couldnt help but stop walking at the falling sound.

Oh, my nose is bleeding.

Cassion even got a nosebleed.

With a sigh, Roselyn glanced at Tasha.

Tasha rushed over to Cassion and helped him.

Roselyn turned and looked at him.

What in the world am I supposed to do with this puppy?

His body was that of a grown man, his face was handsome, but his face was dyed red with blood and full of sand

Im sorry .

Roselyn raised her eyebrows softly at the unexpected words.

I went to visit you in your room like that. Ive never done it before.

Roselyn stared at Cassion. He wasnt as tall as Tamon, but had a good frame and broad shoulders.

His face was still as pure as a boys, but he didnt seem to be mean or evil.

But sometimes the purity of a child can be crueler than the selfishness of an adult. Such was the case with Cassion.

[Im sure there are more people you need to apologize to besides me.]

Huh? What did you just say? Ah, ! Twins, do you know Hirusha?

In desperation, Cassion grabbed Tasha and urged her on. But neither Tasha nor Louie knew the language.

What are you saying, really? I want to understand

He stamped his feet in frustration.

Just before Roselyn, who was sighing, about to speak Amor official language to Cassion.

Its Master !

From afar, Asrell came running in with a pale face, gasping for breath. At a quick glance, her expression was unusual.

Roselyn felt something strange and walked in the direction Asrell was running. Gradually, her steps became faster.

The clearer Asrells face became, the stranger Roselyns heart pounded.

And that was the moment when Asrell said his name.

Master Tamon has returned!

Boom.

Her heart sank.

Hes back.

At last.