Chapter 50
Chapter 50.
An injection was needed to cure Arya’s mind.
“Lenny…?”
Aria, whose eyes were shaking anxiously, began to enter my eyes.
Since ancient times, children have felt anxious or fearful before receiving an injection.
Is Arya like that too?
Even before the injection came in, she twisted and twisted her body, not knowing what to do.
“Calm down, Arya.”
First of all, it was to relieve Aria of her anxiety.
She stroked her hair and told Arya that, based on Sera’s experience, this action wasn’t necessarily painful.
“It hurts at first, but it gets better later. Don’t worry, Arya.”
“..Really?”
As Arya hated being sick more than anyone else, she looked quite frightened.
At times like this, other emotions had to help.
“Sera did it, so don’t worry.”
“…!”
It was Aria who pushed the obsession button when she said that she was Sera.
As if her anxiety had subsided, Aria grabbed my arm and began to come out aggressively.
“It’s unfair that I’m the only one who doesn’t do it.. I.. Me too..”
Could inducing jealousy be the answer?
Originally, it was a taboo rule to bring out someone else’s name in bed, but it did not apply in the current situation.
‘This is an act of healing…’
It was an act for the purpose of treatment.
Appropriate stimulation was helpful for treatment.
“Stay still, I’ll take care of everything”
It was the start in earnest.
I looked at her as her aria drew her mouth, her straps of her one-piece dress down to her side.
“Don’t stare too hard.. I’m shy..”
Aria’s white face was dyed red, and it was in a state of not knowing when it would explode.
On her neck was a red spot I left yesterday.
Maybe that’s why her pure white naked body looks even more attractive.
‘This is an act of healing…’
It is taboo to have such feelings between family members.
Even if they are not related by blood, Arya is my family.
Laying in bed, she wasn’t the child I knew eight years ago.
She is a full-fledged woman with the body of an adult.
“Sarah, do better than that girl…”
Her voice did not continue.
Because their lips were touching, so there was no sound leaking out.
We overlapped our bodies.
•••
The morning after the treatment is over.
Arya was fast asleep next to me.
‘It must have been successful..?’
A kind of physical therapy.
It was a plan that I executed with the thought that if I gave my body to Arya, would it make me feel safe?
In a romantic relationship, overlapping bodies also means giving everything to that person.
As if each other belonged completely to each other.
It gave Arya a sense of security.
‘I already belong to Arya, hehehe..’
The thought of running away fades away.
All I had to do was check with Arya to see if my hypothesis was correct.
“Ummm…Don’t worry…”
Aria, who was talking in her sleep, showed no signs of waking up, perhaps because she was tired from yesterday’s work.
Please make me stronger than Sera.
It was the result she wanted.
Around the time I lay there waiting for such a long time, Arya started to wake up rubbing her eyes.
“Eh.. When do I go to sleep..?”
Aria passed out last night, exhausted from a long-lasting relationship.
‘Lenny…I’m sorry…’
Recalling her last night’s sweet-spoken aria greeted her upon awakening.
“Are you awake, Aria?”
Arya looked around her as if she couldn’t understand her situation after hearing me.
Look to the side.
Looking ahead.
“Surely yesterday…”
Arya shouted, blushing as if the events of the previous night had brought back her memories.
“Rice..Perverted..!”
Pervert?
Isn’t it the aria that got more entangled with me in the middle?
Arya was ashamed of that fact.
“Aren’t you ashamed to do something like that?”
What is there to be ashamed of?
Arya cried timidly as she covered her face with her blanket.
“Aria liked it too…”
“That far..! If you say more, I’ll give you another shot..!”
It’s not an injection.
I decided to stop teasing the reddened Aria at this point.
The important thing is the effect of treatment.
The critical moment was whether my injections last night were effective.
“Aria-sama, won’t it be okay now?”
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“…What”
Aria, who is not yet angry, answered, saying, “It’s a new bed.”
“You checked last night, that I belong to Arya-sama.”
Would I do that to another woman?
My body and mind already belong to Aria.
I had to give her a sense of security by giving me to her showing off her unusual obsession.
To escape confinement.
I had to instill the idea that it was okay for me to go outside.
“…”
Didn’t it work?
Arya frowned as if in doubt.
“…How are you going to prove it? Lenny is mine”
“Evidence..?”
“Yes, proof”
It was a moment when I was at a loss for words.
Should I take out my heart and show it to you?
While immersed in such troubles, Arya began to doubt her.
“Isn’t it mine..?”
“…That’s right”
“Then why can’t you talk?”
What should I say?
Prove your love.
For some, it could be proven with money or with action.
Then what should Arya prove?
The answer was already out there.
“…Here it is.”
I had no choice but to hand it to Arya.
ㅡ click.
With the sound of metal clashing, Arya held an object with a round hole in her hand.
“As expected.. Lenny is mine..!”
She was Aria, smiling broadly at me as if satisfied.
Although the black handcuffs on her hands contrasted with her smile, it was a flaw.
Love made of possession.
She was divided into whether she had the love of Arya, who had lived as a princess, or whether she had not.
“You have to be careful when you go out..?”
Don’t look at other girls.
Don’t get lost.
Stay close to her self.
Be sure to wear her handcuffs.
After answering everything Arya said, what I got was the freedom of my legs and the right to go out.
At this level, the treatment was successful, right?
I had to look positively at the improvement.
•••
The contents of the letter could not be true.
Eren was playing a prank to tease me, right?
Obviously the deacon was recovering when I last saw him.
Laysha said it would happen after a few months of rest.
A butler like that.
Could it be that she died suddenly?
“But why…”
Am I walking to the grave?
I was denying in my head that the butler had died, but in fact I knew it too.
Eren doesn’t play with people’s lives.
“I have to… Check it…”
Wizards live by believing only in what has been proven.
She judges only what she sees with her own eyes and interprets it in her own way.
There is no way the deacon died.
Through the bleak air, tombstones with names written on them began to appear.
She continued to walk forward, afraid that there might be a name she knew.
After walking through her graveyard for quite some time, I saw Eren.
“…Are you here?”
Bottles of alcohol were rolling on the ground beside Eren, who leaned against her grave with her weak voice.
Heroes are beings who are never affected by abnormal conditions.
It was meaningless for her to drink her liquor.
“Siana came and went first..”
I didn’t really want to know that kind of news.
The important thing is the grave she is leaning on.
It was the name of the person written there.
“Get out of the way”
Putting aside the irritating Eren, I began reading aloud the name written on the tomb.
“Reynold… Lenny…”
As I called the butler’s name out of my own mouth, I was startled and fainted.
The contents of the letter were the truth.
Deacon Lenny.
He was indeed dead and buried beneath the earth.
“Why did you die…?”
I didn’t understand.
A mansion with a hero and a saint.
How could he have died in an environment where he couldn’t die?
Eren started to explain with a painful expression.
“..It was my fault”
A mansion disaster caused by a false request.
Laysha was injured and the princess died with the butler.
Even taking revenge on the existence of the first prince behind him.
He said that the man he loved died in vain.
“Is that the end..?”
You really died like that?
The emptiness that came along with the emptiness started to erase all the emotions I had.
“Aren’t you a hero?
As I put a dagger into Eren’s heart, I started to shed tears.
Tears of self-reproach or tears for the one who left.
As I shed tears that even I did not know, only one emotion remained in my heart.
Sorrow.
Only that sorrowful heart began to fill me.
“..Sorry”
Drops were falling from Eren’s eyes as she lowered her head facing me.
She must have been shocked because she also truly loved her butler.
“…”
The butler is in danger of dying from my magic.
I knew that I, the creator of the magic, was also responsible.
Nevertheless, people’s minds prioritized blaming others rather than blaming themselves.
“It’s all your fault.”
Actually, it’s my fault.
Sera, whose emotion was sadness, could not tell the truth.
Because if you say it out of your mouth, it will truly be something you killed yourself.
“I don’t…”
I just poured out the emotion of sadness to Eren.
“I will do whatever it takes to bring the butler back to life.”
Even if you sell your soul to the devil.
‘I’m still a bad b*tch…’
It was Sarah who had fallen into self-loathing.
After that, Sera turned her back on Eren and began to leave her graveyard.
“I’m sorry…”
The voice for someone continued to resonate in the cemetery.
Until the person who can’t be heard answers.
Crying bitterly.
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