The Fate of Narendra Women
45. Reason Sanity

Demeter gave a small smile seeing Iaros kneeling panting. It took quite a long time to make her put out another expression. But it seems like Iaros has still not changed since the last time they 'played'.

"I'm so ashamed of my brother."

Demeter pushed hard on Iaros' hair to look up, seeing his eyes reddened by the relentless drip just now.

"I was so ashamed that my blood was stirred. I wonder, Brother, how could my awesome sister lower her pride for the sake of a woman? And it's not someone else but half Narendra?"

Iaros tried hard to breathe.

"Hilaeira's mother wept in her death, Big Brother, seeing her beloved son doing something silly like this. If Uncle finds out, I don't know what Uncle's gonna do. So thank me for saving Brother."

Meanwhile Iaros struggles to maintain his sanity. He tried not to get carried away. Biting his tongue until it bleeds so that Mother's voice does not continue to spin haunting Iaros.

"You are a masterpiece."

"You have to be perfect."

"Don't oppose Demeter, Iaros."

"Demeter is the perfect shackle. It would be more perfect if she was your sister from Mother, but that doesn't matter now. Listen to him, obey him, 'cause he's Mom's replacement."

"Mom heard you ignored Demeter."

"Iarous."

"Demeters."

"Iarous."

"Demeters."

"Iarous."

"Demeters."

Iaros's breathing began to get more and more uncontrollable. His eyes widened, suffocated by the feelings of the past that he tried so hard to bury.

The only way he could calm down was to think of Kamila, but the figure of Demeter in front of him obscured the whole thought, as if forcing Iaros to see that she was reality and Kamila was an intangible shadow.

"Hm, it seems like now Brother is starting to understand what I mean?" Demeter lowered her head, smiling greatly enjoying Iaros' suffering.

There was no hatred in Demeter for her brother. Instead, perhaps he should say, Iaros was his favorite brother from the same father.

Why did Demeter do it?

Answer Demeter ... Can it not do pleasure?

The true Narendra woman is not lamenting in confinement. But sitting haughty on the throne, because when all Narendra men do something for the sake of the family, Narendra women just need to sit down to enjoy it all.

"Sister."

Iaros. His mind grew sane to the point of seeing his mother standing behind Demeter, staring coldly at her mother.

"I ...." Iaros bit his tongue hard even though in the end he still obeyed Demeter. "I'll hear you."

Camilla.

Camilla.

Only he ... was the only reason Iaros remained sane between these pressures.

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"Kamila, get up and eat something."

Kamila's eyelids opened weakly, not much sound to see Lily by her bed as usual.

Just that simple thing, Kamila was afraid. He was afraid of making a wrong decision. He was afraid that he should have run away, but instead did something stupid by coming back here.

Kamila was tired of being hurt. His head was already aching without having to be grabbed by Lily. His heart was already claustrophobic without having to hear the humiliation.

"Young Master."

Lily flinched as Kamila looked for Aether. "Kamila, don't bother First Young Master. I'll take care of you so—"

"Young Master." Kamila got out of bed. Trying quickly to run so that Lily does not reach him then grabbed his hair while shouting that he is guilty.

Despite feeling like she wanted to fall, Kamila continued to run.

"Kamila, back! You could get hurt!"

I ran to avoid getting hurt.

Kamila felt her breathing grow heavy again. This weak body that might have been rusted felt pained. But if she stops, Lily might drag her to the bathroom and water her body.

Chilling.

Kamila does not like to be watered when she is cold.

"Miss."

Kamila's steps did not actually last. His feet stumbled until he fell.

Hefaistos who happened to hear a screaming sound from downstairs rushed down, surprised to see Kamila on the floor.

"What's wrong?"

The opponents and Lily flocked to help him. But Kamila reached out into the air as if she wanted Hephaestus to hold her.

"Young Master."

High heat. Hephaestus already knew Kamila was sick, but feeling she was this hot, Kamila's body was completely weak.

"Don't scare him by chasing him." Hephaestus hints at the servant retreating. "Go away. I'll take him to Aether."

"But, Young Master—"

Camila was already between the arms of Hephaistus. "From now on, no one can visit Kamila without my and Aether's permission."

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