
Roxanne felt something was wrong. Elios' expression was not as usual. He looks dark. Is he upset not to find Arkas?
No, why did he get this bad just because Arkas didn't exist? Ten more minutes maybe Arkas also appeared so why did Elios make an expression as if the world was over?
"Young Master?"
There was a strange fear in Roxanne seeing Elios' expression. He felt like he had to stay away, but some of him also insisted on believing it was okay.
"Young Master, what—"
"Sister."
Only Roxanne turned her head to that sweet voice from Sierra. She wears a knee-length dress to be free to run even though her clothes are complicated.
"Young Miss." Roxanne immediately greeted him following basic etiquette. Even if they met.
But Sierra left, went to Elios. "Sister." Sierra smiled at Elios. "There I am."
Huh huh? What's he talking about?
Roxanne could not understand why Elios suddenly smiled weakly. "Right as well" he whispered faintly. "There's you, my sweet little brother."
"really. I'm a sweet little sister and love Big Brother Eirene very much."
"Yes." Yeah." Elios rubbed Sierra's head. "Do it for me, Sierra."
"My luck? Whatever to me?"
"Come to you, Little Brother."
Roxanne doesn't understand the slightest bit of what they're talking about. But he gasped as Sierra turned to him, showing a much different smile.
That's hostility.
"You survived Dioris' blessing first, right?"
Eh?
"Sister Arkas asked for Dioris, but neither Brother nor Dioris are visible now."
What'd he say? No. gabe. That's not. Why ... Elios just stared at everything?
"Now, Scam," Sierra pulled Roxanne's hand, "it's time to be aware of your place."
The thing Roxanne saw clearly was Elios staring at her expressionlessly as Sierra pushed her into the lake.
The originally extinguished light was suddenly bright, as if made to highlight Roxanne. All eyes looked towards the bridge, seeing Roxanne fall.
Roxanne. As his body was about to sink, he attempted to swim. But this shirt was so thick and heavy, as if it was devoted to Roxanne falling to the bottom.
In the condition of a broken right hand, Roxanne can only feel the water slowly filling the lungs.
He choked. He was strangled and tortured, but no one helped him. Everyone just looks.
Not moving because there was Elios there, as the owner of the drowning woman. The owner can kill his pet if he wants to. It was the fate of Narendra's wife, whether she was from the ranch or from the common people.
But ... When Roxanne was completely unable to hold on, a hand suddenly pulled her.
Roxanne coughed with reddened eyes. But surely and very clearly he could still tell if it was the hand of Elios.
"How does it feel to be deceived?"
Roxanne gasps. Now he could see the lines of Elios's wife, except Sanya, standing beside Elios, looking at him expressionlessly. And Elios, holding his hand, prevented Roxanne from drowning, smiling happily.
"My wife, Roxanne. The pitiful woman who dared to fight me shamelessly."
Roxanne's entire body was hot in the cold water of the lake. It may have been because some lanterns burned it, but it may also be because Elios' voice now sounds like a happy little boy.
"I remember you saying this: Elios Desnomia Yasa. The outcast from Narendra who uses the family name that collapsed because of his sin. Why do you think there's still something you can hold, Useless People? I'm lazy to deal with people like you. Spending time being haunted by the dead, even if he is precious, you are indeed very stupid. Ah, it's much better to marry a fat man who only views women as objects of lust, than a handsome man who's crazy about ghosts."
Roxanne's lips turned pale blue.
"Sadly boy who doesn't know a place like you," Elios squeezed Roxanne's hand strong, "dare to call Narendra's offspring like me useless?"
Tears slowly flowed down Roxanne's cheeks.
"Then after all, ah, look at the face of you who wished to be loved by me. Abject. Very mean. I even felt contempt for having to touch you, my dear wife."
Roxanne bit her lips firmly, looking at Elios' two eyes full of despair.
I ... stupid.
Roxanne could only say that to herself.
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