《Why The King Needs A Secretary》
Chapter 1 - The Reason Why She Became A Slave
Chapter 1: The Reason Why She Became A ve
She lives in the back alley of Golddina.
She found her hope and fortune in that dirty alley. The back alley that was flooded with dirt. The narrow dirty road between the buildings that was covered with corpse-like beggars. But she felt energized whenever she thought of her fortune.
Today, she set up a stall and waited for customers to earn a little money. She doesn¡¯t have any sign, but she has quite a few regrs.
She stared nkly at the end of the alley, arranging the stand.
¡®Why isn¡¯t Sereking? He said he would definitelye today. These days, it¡¯s usual for him to postpone appointments.¡¯
As she was about to give up, someone approached her. It was not Serek, but Leberty, who ran a pawnshop in the back alley. Knowing all about her talent of picking pockets, she was a very
good source of information.
¡°Celestia! You came to work today too?¡±
¡°Wee, Leberty.¡±
With her green hair hanging down to her hips, Lynn Leberty smiled and walked by her side into her small stall. There were only two chairs kept in a small tent. Leberty sighed the moment her eyes fell on those.
¡°Honey, are you waiting for him again? Do you think such a great officer would take you seriously?¡±
Celestia closed her mouth and gripped the arm of Leberty and looked around it. She can¡¯t learn magic, but somehow she has mastered the ability to erase magic, so she makes a living by erasing magic tattoos.
There was a tattoo on Leberty¡¯s arm that she saw for the first time.
¡°I told you not to get tattoos like this because I don¡¯t believe in my abilities either.¡±
¡°That¡¯s not the problem right now. Stop expecting him. I¡¯m telling you, Serek is just using you.¡±
Celestia gently rubbed the tattoo, concentrating all of her attention on the fingertips as if she had not heard it.
For instance, if the magic is to carry 1 to 10 to be engraved into the skin, she had to reverse it by 10 to 1 in consideration of the intentions of the person who wrote the magic.
She has never seen anyone do the same thing as her, but she has learned the stratagem in this job. Well, she wasn¡¯t very proud of it, but she could not deal with mana as she had a magic seal all over her body, but she could remove magic if she concentrated well.
The tattoo on Leberty¡¯s arm quickly faded.
¡°Okay, it¡¯s done. And, Serek wille. He promised he would.¡±
¡°Get a hold of yourself, darling. Why are you so pure?¡±
Celestiaughed bitterly. It hasn¡¯t been a day or two since she heard Leberty say that.
But Serek is different from such nobles. He was quantitatively different from other officers who used and abandoned people in the back alley.
His real name is Serangueban.
The generosity of nobles are short, but Serek was originally from a back alley. It¡¯s all because of Celestia¡¯s help that he¡¯s so advanced in the society as he is now.
Celestia, her brother, and Serek grew up together in the same back alley ever since they were young.
They have always talked about getting anyone to seed and feeding all of the three. They escaped from a nursery school where people used to beat them as if they were not human. And among them, Serek was the most talented in magic. Not to some, but to a greater extent.
They thought that magic was the only thing that could make the world, regardless of identity. Magic was a gift. A nobleman¡¯s status was not something that could do better. They are highly educated from an early age, but magic was not something like that. It was a way to showcase talent and hard work.
Celestia spent all her money on Serek because she wanted to see him seed. She has heard rumors of herself being smart, but no matter what she learns, there must have been a limit to her career because of her humble background.
Serek did not understand the magic form as being discharged, but Celestia taught him all. She could not understand how she was a crybaby but was good at handling mana.
But Serek had a great response to using his magic of ten thousand talented people. Wizards called it ¡®influence¡¯. Usually, in aristocratic families, they would buy pills to treat the sick, but Serek could not afford them.
Once, Serek had red boils all over his body, and he suffered all night with a high fever. Another time, he lost his sight. Celestia was the one who took care of him every time, but she did not have enough magic talent to heal him. Jin himself taught Serek the magic to heal, but Celestia also wanted to be of help to Serek.
As a result, now her body is engraved with a magic wand that invalidates magic from the back of her neck to the top of her back and arms. It¡¯s a calction with the brain. She could have done a rough job with her useless head, but it¡¯s not easy to nullify it.
It was Jin who found an ancient book that rolled around in a secondhand store. There, it was said that engraving magic on the body was a taboo that could lead to death, but gold was not important to a straight and ignorant street life.
Although it had enormous side effects, it eventually seeded.
Since Celestia had everything engraved on her body, she had to connect to them before they were activated.
Celestia would wake up from sleep and would wander around with Serek all night whenever he wanted.
Some days, he would go far away to practice ball magic saying, ¡®It¡¯s the gateway of session¡¯, and would hit on her yfully. And some days he would¡kiss her.
Recalling the moment, Celestia blushed unknowingly.
She had started having feelings for him from the beginning, and now he¡¯s the only one to take care of the three of them. If she thought about it now, every moment would be a way to break their destiny.
¡°¡.No. Serek, he¡¯s not like that.¡±
¡°Really? What are you going to do?¡±
Leberty sighed heavily and turned her ¡®cleaned¡¯ arms around. Celestia rose up from the spot where she was sitting.
¡°We have decided to get married.¡±
As Leberty tried to process what Celestia has said, she gave her a nk look.
¡®Did she notice my dreamy eyes?¡¯ Clearly, Leberty was getting angry. She touched her forehead.
¡°Listen, darling, I wasn¡¯t going to say this but¡..¡±
¡°¡. Yes?¡±
¡°Serek is not Serangueban anymore. Can you really trust him? I know you haven¡¯t lived your life for 10 years, and you¡¯ve given everything to him, but he¡¯s already a magic officer. He would leave you, girl.¡±
¡°What are you talking about? I¡¯m the only one for Serek.¡±
¡°Go and see then.¡±
¡°Huh?¡±
¡°Why don¡¯t you go to the Institute and see for yourself?¡±
Celestia wanted to follow what she said. But she didn¡¯t want to stop believing in his promises. Serek could not have done that because he loves her. She remembers how her whole body ached when he whispered ¡°I love you¡± to her. He said he wanted her more than anyone else. He only gave her a kiss when she was ill, but it was because he was usually too shy to do it¡
Celestia noticed Leberty¡¯s pitiful eyes.
Celestia could not help but decide to go to the Institute because she felt suspicious. She would have to make a choice if Leberty was right. She took off her apron and left the tent. On her way home, she thought she was dressed too shabbily to go to the Institute. Her brother was still sleeping because he wasn¡¯t feeling well.
She took out the ¡®best¡¯ dress that she doesn¡¯t usually wear and wore it. She wore it on the ¡®dirty¡¯ back of her neck. It was a whiteplex dress that was supposed to get ckened in one day. She remembers one of the smugglers stopped by her filthy shop to give her the dress one day.
She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled shyly. Her bright red hair was neatly organized and buried. After washing her face, she applied a cheap silver cream as she liked the fragrance of it. She got the cream from a shop next to hers.
Since she was going to meet Serek, she tried to look as decent as she could but she was a little broken.
On her way, she managed to get five figs that Serek liked in a paper bundle.
The path to the Institute was a busy area where white stones wereid on the floor and even the waterway was clearly distinct from the slums. Celestia walked diligently and reached the white stone wall.
This was her first time to visit the Institute.
¡®I hope you will be d to see me¡..But I¡¯m sorry if your acquaintancese to know that I am your lover ~¡¯
But we are getting married anyway.
In front of the institute, there stood knights wearing blue uniforms and tall hats. They would have recognized her at once that she was a child not from a noble family, but maybe because it was a building that protected thew, they didn¡¯t drive her away for some reason.
A knight with a spear asked her.
¡°Why are you here, child?¡±
¡°I am not a child.¡±
¡°Yes. So why are you here?¡±
¡°I¡¯m here to see Serek.¡±
The two gatekeepers exchanged their nces.
¡°You don¡¯t mean Officer Serek, do you?¡±
¡®Why are they talking like that? It¡¯s true that I do not fit in here, but I¡¯m the sole lover of Serek.¡¯
¡°That¡¯s right. We are getting married soon.¡±
¡°Marriage with Office Serek? Oh, look at what this littledy said! Hey, kid. Listen, you may be popr, but¡.¡±
The other guard seemed as if he was dumbfounded while the former continued.
¡°Serek has a fiance with a child. What you said was ridiculous. So stop it and go back.¡±
¡°¡.Pardon?¡±
¡®I was the one who was ridiculous.¡¯
As soon as she was quiet, they seemed to think she was shocked. Or maybe they think, now that she was aware of the reality, she was envious of Serek.
The gatekeepers waved their hands.
¡°Why don¡¯t you stop saying weird things and return back? ¡®Cause I don¡¯t want to swing a spear at a child.¡±
¡°Yeah, yeah, go back to hell. The Institute walls are quite sensitive when it gets noisy around here.¡±
She thought they were joking, but it was hard for her to believe that when they were making such a witty and dangerous joke with such serious looks.
¡°Let me in. I am a friend of Serek.¡±
The reason why she didn¡¯t choose the word ¡®Lover¡¯ anymore was because the word ¡®Fiance with a child¡¯ hung on her mind.
¡°No, we can¡¯t do that. You will be in big trouble if you call the Officer by his name! So get the hell out of here!¡±
The gatekeepers, who don¡¯t seem to be of the Lehan family even if they hit well, narrowed their eyes as if it was not easy for her to find Serek.
But she put her hand on her waist and stared at them.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Warning: This chapter contains strongnguage which may be offensive and/or inappropriate to some viewers.
Celestia grew up in a back alley. Her life has been too tough for men like them to stop her. The only ones she could trust without any judgment were her brother and Serangueban. ¡®I would have to see with my own eyes whether their bullshit is true or not.¡¯
¡°You will regret it. Tell him to meet me. Or lead me inside with you. What if I was really a friend of Serek? Can you get away with treating his friend like this?¡±
She red at them with her all might, but the gatekeepers responded by rolling their eyes. They did not seem to be convinced at all. They thought that she was just lying and spouting nonsense. They repeatedly refused until one of them decided to lead her inside.
The interior of the institute was great. It was a fancy stone building with white walls. The floor, on the other hand, was beautifully constructed with marble. Furthermore, there was a clean decoration in every room Celestia entered.
She had to restrain herself from looking around in awe. The shape of the stones on the floor was beautifully carved. She has heard that depending on the nature of the stone, the degree of magic involvement varied.
Serek was there. It should have been Celestia who said, ¡®Look, Serek is what I said he is¡¯ but it was Leberty who was right.
The magic officer uniform of Serek, whom she was so proud of, was in a disarray, and in front of Serek was a tall woman with ck hair. They were¡¡ kissing.
Can a person be angry if the situation in front of them was not what they expected it to be? Three days ago, the person who was dependent on the magic pearl engraved on Celestia¡¯s body, was saying that he loved her the most and that he would not let her suffer once the situation is a bit more stabilized. Yet, he was doing this right in front of her face.
¡®What should I say?¡¯
There were dozens or hundreds of words that could make her more likely to be angry, but this was the only thing that popped out of her mouth. There were dozens or hundreds of words that she could use to show her anger, but these were the only words that she was able to say,
¡°¡¡What are you doing?¡±
Serek, whose lips were still puffy from the kiss, turned to look at Celestia, slightly embarrassed. He looked at the gatekeeper who escorted Celestia and then noticed her dress.
The woman looked at Celestia with surprised eyes when she was suddenly pushed away by Serek.
Serek stared at Celestia with those green eyes that she loved so much. He spoke up with those lips that kissed another woman.
¡°Oh my God, Cele¡..¡±
It seemed like he could not even say those eight letters since he knows that having a rtionship with such a lowly woman would cause great harm to the prestige of a great magic officer like him.
The blood in his veins seemed to cool down. His mind, which had been turned into something ridiculous, quickly returned to the spirit of the establishment.
Leberty was right. Serek was no different from other men. He was such a jerk. He has changed ever since he got his first job. Celestia did not want to admit it because she thought that all the moments she spent with Serek were so precious. Because she thought he was kindhearted.
¡°If you are going to make an excuse, do it.¡±
Celestia muttered to Serek with a look of despondency that he had never seen before. Serek looked perplexed and rolled his eyes at the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper instinctively saluted Serek, who seemed to be uninterested.
¡°Officer Serek. She said she had a close rtionship with you, so I would like you to check if she was right.¡±
Serek and her eyes met again. s, Celestia knew Serek too well. ¡®Look at that face. That bewildered face hiding under the fine, mud-colored hair.¡¯ He was pretending not to be seen, but she noticed those restless fingers and shaking pupils of his.
¡°No. I don¡¯t know her.¡±
¡°Serek, are you serious? You don¡¯t know me?¡±
It was toote for her to ask. ¡°The guard is probably thinking I lied about knowing Serek. I am not his lover, not even his friend. This is amazing.¡¯
Before the guard was about to drag her out, she held on to the doorknob. As a backstreet native, she had many pickpockets as her friends. They once taught her how to keep her arms away from being caught.
The guard, who seemed to have been dealing with only cultured people, was in amazement at the sight of her avoiding his hands. Celestia took a few steps back and screamed.
¡°Serangueban! Are you crazy? Are you finally going crazy? Huh? Is this all worth it for power?¡±
Serek, who had heard his original name, looked at Celestia as if he had heard a terrible scolding.
¡°Get that crazy bitch out of here!¡±
¡°Serangueban. It was okay to just use me as a friend, but you were the one who acted like you were a lover. Why did you go so far? Huh? Were you afraid that I was going to talk about this? That you often have hair loss! Something like this? Huh?!¡±
¡°¡¡Are you crazy, Celestia?¡±
Finally, he said it. Those eight letters.
¡®It was not because I have been well-behaved. I loved you, so I was just being gentle in front of you. You are the one who stepped on shit, you know?¡¯
She raised her voice higher. It seemed as if the institute was roaring.
¡°Serangueban, you! I have treated your boils and eyes, haven¡¯t I? My whole body is full of mana because of you! Do you think there are no side effects? Don¡¯t you know how often I got sick?¡±
Serek dodged the bullet.
¡°I don¡¯t need you anymore. Now, I am a magic officer who is in charge of the attacking team. You can get as many pills as you want.¡±
¡°Then¡why did you say that to me? You hairless bastard! I don¡¯t care about my body. But why did you propose? Why did you pretend to love me? You son of a bitch! Huh?!¡±
She could swear more. But then, she noticed the woman sitting on the grass with her hand over her abdomen, listening to all those words with an expression of embarrassment.
¡®Pregnant fianc¨¦e.¡¯
She was dumbfounded.
¡®Just how big of a jerk are you? I want to die. No, I want to kill
you.¡¯
But the gatekeeper stopped her by holding the back of her neck. Then, several guards came closer. She could not do anything.
The gatekeeper understood the rtionship between Serek and Celestia. He seemed to be quick to judge that Celestia was the most pitiful person here and that Officer Serek was telling a story.
¡°How do I deal with this intruder?¡±
Serek red at ¡®the intruder¡¯.
From the looks she learned when she was at the back alley, she knew that this was thest moment of exnation. If she begged now and promised that she would live quietly, they would let her go safely.
But her mouth was faster than her rational judgment.
¡°Serangueban, you son of a bitch! You bastard with dysfunctional hands!¡±
She would not feel better even if she spit on the floor.
Serek red at her as if it was all her fault.
¡°If that is what you really want, I¡¯ll give it to you. Pull her and throw her out in the market!¡±
¡°Yes, Officer!¡±
¡°Throw me out in the market? What does that mean?¡¯ She frowned at that iprehensible ng.
The guards dragged Celestia out of the way, who was struggling and swearing. Then she was tied up tight and was stuck in a small room near the entrance. It was like the ropes had a magic seal that did not let her free herself.
It was her first time to see such a magic seal, but it was not her job to dismantle it.
She struggled for a long time, tied up in a chair.
After a while, she decided to stop as she felt exhausted.
¡®Don¡¯t be so tense, Celestia, and just hang in there. My brother would be worried. They will release me by the end of the day, right? I didn¡¯t do anything. If I have done something wrong, I have done it thrice, and all I have done is to waste my 10 years of life in believing Serek.¡¯
She had been left alone for quite a long time. ¡®Just when the hell are they going to let me go?¡¯
At that time, she heard someone opening the door roughly. When she was about to raise her head, something like a sack was ced over her head. Only then did she get scared. ¡®What are you going to do?¡¯ The first thing she thought about was the image of death row inmates, and the next thing was the image of being sold.
¡®No-no way.¡¯
She stumbled as she was led to a ce unknown to her. Moreover, her vision was limited. She started to shout with all her might.
¡°Se-Serek! Serek! No! You¡¯re not him! I have a brother! How do I pay for the medicine? Serek! Serek,e out! I will buy it! I¡..¡±
That was all she could say until she fainted from the strong shock in herrynx.
When she opened her eyes, she was in a ve wagon. Stuck in a cage, she was being shipped to the market.- Meeting with the King
She did everything she could.
All day long, she pleaded to the men who stood by the bars and those who rode the horses.
¡°Please, don¡¯t do this. Please let me out. Please, I don¡¯t have any money, but I will give it to you in debt.¡±
One of the guards seemed like he¡¯ll hit Celestia so that she¡¯d shut up, but there was no way that Celestia, who lived all her life in the back alley, could be afraid of fists. Like they say, barking dogs don¡¯t bite, and that those who are more intimidating seem less scared.
¡®It would¡¯ve been better if they had beaten me up and sent me back to where I live instead.¡¯
Aside from her and the men, there were also other people inside the carriage. They tried to stop her, but she still tried desperately. Her voice was cracked as she was not given any water to moisten her throat, but she still continued on anyway. It didn¡¯t matter whether or not she seemed servile in other people¡¯s eyes.
¡°My younger brother is sick. He will die without me. He can¡¯t even get out of the house on his own. Can you please let me see him once more?¡±
Even though she was asking earnestly, the ve dealers did not even look at her. Her entreaties could not be more than a donkey purring.
Nevertheless, she continued begging. But other than her pleas, there was only the sound of the rattling carriages. It was no use.
She missed her brother. She felt sorry that she could not even see her brother for thest time as she did something useless. She wanted to kill Serek.
¡°How could you do this to me?¡¯
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Warning: This chapter contains strongnguage which may be offensive and/or inappropriate to some readers.
Her patience ran out when they did not even look back at her. She ended up crying and yelling, unable to bear her temper.
¡°Really, isn¡¯t this too much? Don¡¯t you guys even have a family? Huh?! I said that my brother is sick and will die without me. How can you be so cruel? Huh? I said I will pay you! How much money will you get if you sell me? I¡¯ll give you the exact same amount. Please, please let me out!¡±
Eventually the man, who appeared to be the leader among them, raised his hand, making the carriage stop.
¡°¡..Ah, you are really noisy. Shut your mouth, you little bitch.¡±
¡°Aren¡¯t you the one who is acting deaf? Huh?!¡±
¡°Let¡¯s hear it then¡.¡±
The man gritted his teeth and stared at Celestia. Two guards approached the carriage cage, perhaps under his direction. She shrank herself in one corner. But soon, the two guards dragged her out of the cage, taking out a club.
The other three ves in the carriage looked even more frightened than her. They were in no position to help her.
The leader raised the club but stopped himself as if he was looking for a specific part where he could hit her. Since she was agile, she thought she could avoid the blow. But it only made her anxious.
She crouched herself, and shut her eyes.
But even after some time, she could not feel any pain. Instead, she heard a voice.
¡°What is the matter?¡±
¡®Footsteps? Who is it?¡¯
A tall man stood there, staring vacantly towards her side, probably at the trader. Celestia looked up at him, feeling a bit satisfied for the interruption. The two guards who were standing beside her looked surprised. The trader threw away the club in his hand in order to give the guest a courtesy.
¡°Ah, Sir, what are you doing here?¡±
¡°You look like a ve dealer, but you¡¯re being too hard on her. I asked what was going on.¡±
¡°Yes, I am. She is a ve brought in from Golddina¡..she was talking a bit too much¡..¡±
¡°very from that far?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°Hmm. Seems like there is a mess in the management of the Empire. I have been noticing people like you releasing ves all the time. I have to visit there sometime and try to turn the situation upside down.¡±
It sounded strange to hear him speak like that. It sounded as if conquering Golddina was an easy task for him.
Golddina was an Empire full of magic. The Burg Empire was the only one that could treat Golddina equally. It was an Empire where the national power could not be dealt with by other smaller countries, and it was ruled by a king who enjoyed expanding his territory, and was extremely cruel.
¡®Where in the world does a simple aristocrat talk like that?¡¯
Celestia had never been this far from her home, her backstreet life. She had never been to any other city in Golddina or to Ma Eul. And she had no idea where she was being carried in a horse carriage.
¡°Don¡¯t be so harsh to these simple ves.¡±
¡°Yes!¡±
Appearing suddenly, it seemed like he was boasting about.
No, she was the only one who seemed to be out of her mind. Suddenly, a crowd of attendants arrived around him.
¡®What do I do? Isn¡¯t there any chance to escape? My life is really going to end if I get sold somewhere.¡¯
Celestia hesitantly threw herself in front of the man. While keeping her face down, she tried to look around. She could see the trader¡¯s face turning blue.
¡°You crazy bitch! What¡¯re you doing!¡±
She saw the ve trader hastily trying to grasp her arm, but she spat out, as if she was ready to be decapitated. She thought it wouldn¡¯t work, but she tried her best.
¡°Please, My Lord! Please spare me! Please let me go back! Have mercy on me!¡±
But there was nothing on his face but a hint of annoyance. It seemed as if he did not have any interest in her. Did she misunderstood him to be apassionate person?
As her body was being dragged away from the man, she raised her voice.
¡°I have a brother. If I don¡¯t return to him, he will get sick and die. My little brother can¡¯t evene out of the house alone. There is no one else to take care of him but me. So please let me go back to him.¡±
The man, with the dark hair,ughed as if the situation was very funny.
¡®How can you justugh when someone is being sold!¡¯
¡°So what am I supposed to do?¡±
¡°¡.Pardon?¡±
¡°If there is anything you want from me, shouldn¡¯t there be a corresponding price that I¡¯ll get? Do I look like a volunteer?¡±
Certainly, that was the primal logic of the world, even if it sounded heartless. It was also true that she had nothing to negotiate with him.
But she could not just give up.
What she learned in the alley was that no one was perfect, no matter how noble they were. There were people who came looking for ces to hide something, whether it was drugs or women to spend the night with. Maybe there was something she could help the man with.
There would be only a few weeks within which she could repay him. She looked at the man desperately.
His sly, smooth face seemed impressive. It fitted perfectly with his tanned skin, ck hair and red eyes that were not somon in Golddina. His cheeks were a bit sunburned.
¡®Is he a nobleman or a knight?¡¯
She could decipher his wide shoulders and well-kept body even if he was wearing clothes. One of the best exnations for one¡¯s identity was their clothes. Rather than the luxury goods they had, the clothes worn by the people revealed their ranks, be it people from the back alley, the nobility or the Emperor himself.
The neck of the cape that he was wearing was covered in white ivy design, and the high-grade woolen fabric was undoubtedly imported from the far east. But she was very surprised at the presence of the purple fabric. In Golddina, it was not even worn by the nobles as it was the color that represented the Emperor. But the customs could be different in different empires, so she did not pay much attention to it.
All she could take it was that he was a high-ranking noble from a rich country who would never need her help.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the back of his hand as she tried to draw her gaze out of despair.
On the back of his hand was a visible burn mark. It did not quite look like a burn but a rash. It had spread to the point where his fingers began.
That was definitely something that she knew about.
A negative reaction.
It was the very simr symptom Serangueban often had before he became a magic officer. One might not be able to operate
his energy properly, but he might suffer from it if he used it too much.
¡®I can¡¯t just forget about it. I had already treated that jerk not too long ago.¡¯
In Golddina, these symptoms were called excess energy syndrome, or negative reaction.
¡®Why didn¡¯t I just leave him like that? If I had just missed two days of his treatment, it would have umted on his hand and he would actually have felt the pain.¡¯
¡®Why can¡¯t I afford the pills?¡¯
¡®I¡¯m good at reading bodynguage. But why did I help him when he was just standing on my support while making a path for his own life?¡¯
She pulled herself away from the trader and fell back on the floor, with the help of the skills she had learned from the pickpockets.
¡°It¡¯s clear that there is nothing that I can give you, My Lord. But I can do something. And that¡¯s exactly what you want. So, we can make a deal if you want, My Lord.¡±
¡°¡.. This bitch is crazy! Who needs your little piece of gold?¡±
The ve trader pulled out a long sword as if he was going to kill her. From a business perspective, it would have been better if she had her alias attached. But when she saw him acting like that, it seemed like she made a slip of her tongue.
But there was nothing that she could do. Usually, female ves were sold to terrible ces. Whether to the brothel or to a pervert, she would never be able to escape out again.
The man with the dark hair smirked, his red eyes gleaming.
¡®Doesn¡¯t he believe me?¡¯
¡°Girl, I don¡¯t think you can think well since you became a ve. But let me rify myself, I don¡¯t really need anything from you.¡±
She pushed herself towards the man, still crouching down.
¡°I can heal you every day from the illness that you are suffering from, My Lord.¡±
The man, who was about to turn, stopped. The men around him followed. When the sharp de of the trader¡¯s sword just touched her neck, she could tell that she could be cut alive at an instant. A tingling sensation crept up her throat.
The man nced at her with the most hideous evil face she had ever seen. She thought he was a man of high nobility but now that he was like this, it seemed like he was not just a noble.
¡°¡Where did you hear about me?¡±
¡°Take me with you if you want to know, My Lord. If you don¡¯t¡. How am I going to help you?¡±
¡°I will ask again. Where and what did you hear about me?¡±
¡°I¡.¡±
The de that still touched her neck made her body tremble. Her throat went dry.
¡°I didn¡¯t hear anything anywhere. I don¡¯t even know who you are, My Lord. But I know about your illness and I know how to treat it. I just figured it out from the symptoms.¡±
¡°It can be cured¡. Do you want me to believe that?¡±
His eyes suspiciously hung on hers. In Golddina, the negative reaction was not so bad. But she didn¡¯t know how much was its effect in other countries. She didn¡¯t know if their pills worked or not.
She was a bit anxious, but she sat up on her knees holding out her right hand towards him.