The Fate of Narendra Women
36. Still a Slave

"I feel like Dios's been acting weird lately."

Aether remains focused on poking its target ball on the billiard table. Together with the sound of colored balls going into the hole, Aether stood up straight and turned her head. Seeing Deimos take his drink without excuse.

"What do you mean?"

"You know how the boy and Iaros are hostile." His cousin's sister came, asking for a stick from Aether to come play. "If I were him, it would be me who would most eagerly seek Iaros to have Uncle slap him hard or perhaps kill Iaros. But it seems he's just quiet."

"Dios did take care of Iaros, but he preferred to open the server's dub*r hole." Aether moved pouring the drink while Deimos aimed for the ball. "Why should he waste his vacation time just for the sake of baseless hostility?"

"That is your weakness, Brother," Deimos replied mockingly. "You're so conciliatory with everyone that you don't understand what it's like to hate your brother."

"Say it directly."

"Dios' wives had been with Helen lately." Deimos shrugged his shoulders. "And by chance Helen later became very frequent with Euribia."

Aether's forehead is wrinkled. He immediately remembered that Ribia and Kamila did have a special relationship in the sense of friendship. But Aether is not a fool either. If Deimos insists on saying something, at least the boy feels it.

So Aether did not wait for the morning to call Ribia, accompanied by Hephaestus.

"You're not usually interested." Aether glanced at her cousin's suspicious brother. "What's wrong?"

"I only thought of Iaros' reason to embarrass himself."

"Then?"

"If you think about it again" Hefaistos propped up his lazy chin, "isn't the rules in Narendra already too boring?"

Aether's gaze turned cold. "What was your sentence just now an insult to our family?"

"The reason why Kamila who used to not be allowed to conceive Narendra's child is because her father and the Narendra's father are the same." Hefaistos shook his drinking glass and looked more and more bored. "At that time, the descendants of Narendra came from only one person. Just Trika Narendra and Luka Narendra. While now, we already have very much a thriving Narendra. Do you think Narendra's blood in Kamila is still thick?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"I assume half Narendra isn't Narendra anymore."

Aether.

"The old Camilla was half Narendra who did not bear the name Narendra. Then she's pregnant with her bodyguard's son who's not Narendra at all, obviously. Kamila's son became pregnant with the bodyguard's child and repeated itself for six generations. Do you think Luka Narendra's blood is still there?"

"Then?"

"If you want to resolve this conflict, just eliminate half Narendra. Marry Kamila and Iaros and Lily to whoever we are."

"Do you think eliminating the six-grneration provision is that easy?"

"Then, you want this incident to happen again because of the forbidden love between pure Narendra and half Narendra?"

Aether head pening. It was early morning and there was no shortage of water. Especially when Ribia came up with a suspicious expression on her face.

"I'll ask you directly. My sister, do you know where Iaros and Kamila are?"

Ribia turned her eyes. "No, Brother."

He's lousy lying.

"Euribia."

"Do you want to see Narendra executed dishonorably for this kind of ridiculous reason?"

Clearly Ribia swallowed. If Aether had been threatening, the tip of it would have been no good.

"But—"

"If I tear apart Korea and find them both, even if Kamila is the victim, I'll break her leg."

Ribia's mouth was instantly clenched. His face was pale seeing Aether trying so hard not showing any anger.

"Where are they?"

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Kamila lay staring at the shackles in her hands that felt increasingly stifling. His head kept hurting. It hurts until Kamila is tired and wants her head to be detached from this body if it stops her pain.

"You think Iaros loves you?"

"...."

"I think Iaros just made you an impingement."

Kamila's hand was clenched between her wrist pain. Dios' words were still clear in his mind. And Kamila could not stop the disgust that came after Iaros left her naked.

"I always miss you." That's what she said, smiling with a gentle face, watching Kamila helpless in her arms, squeezing Kamila's body as if it were hers. "I've always missed your sense of body, Kamila."

Then after that he left, closed the roof, closed the entire access Kamila saw something other than a white wall and a steel door.

"Don't I tell you you're the master?" The hallucinations are coming again. Sitting beside Kamila, smiling as if she was free and so loose. "You're still acting like his slave, which is why he treats you like a slave."

Kamila was silent.

"Did you remember the day he abused you?"

Kamila's eyes immediately moved staring at his hallucination.

Disrespecting. The word was unfamiliar but felt familiar.

"Remember, Kamila. Is this really the first time he's done this to you?"

Did Kamila go crazy because of this solitude? He remembered very well that the first time he did it with Iaros was a few days ago, in that room. His blood even exists, so why—

"What are you doing, Young Master?"

"Can't I touch you?"

"But you—"

"Sshhhh, you're adorable."

Kamila. Spontaneously hugged himself as the shadow of Iaros' hand on his chest felt very real. But, Kamila's body was stung as if it wasn't just a shadow.

He doesn't remember that. He does not remember an incident in which he tried to remain silent despite his anger, receiving a kiss Iaros who touched his body too far.

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