Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife

Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife
No Need Thank You


The release of the lantern as the culmination of the death memorial ritual is now taking place without Arkas, Eris, and of course Roxanne.


Even if they do not exist, Arkas' wife ensures all parts are carried out without any obstacles.


Now the wives of Elios, with the exception of Sanya and Roxanne, looked up as thousands of lanterns flew into the sky. The lights were again deliberately extinguished until bright light came from the lanterns on the surface of the lake and which flew into the free sky.


"Roxanne was ultimately fooled." Mariana muttered while solemnly looking at the beauty of the lantern. "I thought you were sympathetic to Roxanne, Diane."


"Maybe."


"But in the end you chose Young Master over Roxanne, right?"


At least that's what happened.


Diane turned her gaze from the sky toward Elios standing up. The man was alone, also looking up at the sky as if he was hoping that the lantern would reach Eirene's soul.


Well, of course it's impossible.


"Go." Mariana kept looking up at the lanterns constantly being released. "You want Young Master too, right?"


Diane was silent but in the end she stepped up, coming over to Elios' side until the man turned his head.


"My obedient and loyal wife." Elios clenched Diane's waist, kissing her lips softly. "Good work tonight."


Slowly, Diane's lips pulled, forming a bright smile. No need to hold back anymore?


"I Love You, Young Master."


"I know." Elios stroked her hair. "I'm taking it."


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Eris just kept sitting there waiting for Roxanne to wake up. I don't know how much time has passed, but Eris is pretty sure now the night is over.


In the end he was not present in the release of eleven thousand lanterns yesterday.


The ritual of renunciation has no meaning. Narendra does not believe in such things so the only reason why lanterns are released is for beauty.


But Eris hopes Roxanne sees it. Yesterday's view must be very beautiful to be seen by the eyes, especially by women.


"Eris."


The voice forced Eris to turn away even if she could only close her eyes. Arkas' footsteps were faintly heard by the sound of water flowing in his room, but the dense aroma of the medicine could not be disguised by the scent of flowers.


If it was just a small wound, Arkas would definitely not treat the wound. He'll probably just wrap it around to avoid being seen after stopping the bleeding. But he smells medicinal liquid. And it's very concentrated.


"You killed him? That kid?"


"I was hurt trying so hard not to kill him."


"I thought he was as good as Nernia" murmured Eris faintly. He once kicked Eris once and that was enough to make Eris can compare.


Capturing Sanya was much harder than killing her.


"Then, where is he?" ask Eris.


"For now I locked him up in the Star Castle. Dioris was with him and I made sure he couldn't move freely."


"So that's it."


Arkas clung to Eris' shoulder as he tried to sit down. His breathing sounded rough and heavy, telling Eris how severe the injuries he had gotten were.


"Pierced stomach?" guess Eris from how Arkas took his trouble.


"My waist. The doctor said I should rest, but no one knows about me getting hurt. Especially because of Sanya."


Thas right. If it were heard to the Leader's ear that Elios' wife was as dangerous as Sanya, all the other wives of Elios would have been executed.


Narendra won't let any intruders between them. That's why Narendra's wife and servants were raised by themselves.


"You let Elios?" Arkas quietly extended his hand to Roxanne, checking her weak pulse. "I told you if you love Roxanne, at least choose a softer path. You always do this."


"Loving means not letting him hurt himself." Eris murmured. "Who can help Roxanne if what torments her is her weakness?"


"But after she wakes up, do you think Roxanne will thank you?"


No. gabe. Of course not.


Eris thought she would never get the word 'thank you' from anyone she gave her love to. Be it Nernia, be it Elios, and now Roxanne.


Eris chose to do it. He doesn't need gratitude.


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