The Fate of Narendra Women
47. Unable to Understand

Seven years ago, at the age of Iaros the sixteen.

The compulsory education of Iaros was completed at the age of fifteen, and by the time of his seventeen years of life, Iaros had only spent his sword time exploring the explanation of marriage.

Iaros teenagers often wonder, what if he and Kamila were born in completely different places, they would find each other without guilt?

"I'm exhausted, Kamila."

To be honest, every time Iaros said that, he did not talk about the physical. He complained about his heart. About her soul being suppressed by Mother's wishes.

Even so, the gunpowder did not understand what Iaros meant, Kamila was still willing to smile welcoming him.

"Then rest yourself with me, Young Master."

Now he doesn't exist. He doesn't want to say that kind of thing anymore.

"Sister." Demeter broke Iaros' daydream just like that. "Does Brother want to be free from here?"

If Demeter released him, then the one thing she wanted.

Pleasure when Iaros is free.

...*...

"Why are you doing this?"

Kamila looked at Ribia from behind her eyelashes. He was allowed to enter after twice asking Aether for permission.

Somehow Kamila was not surprised as Ribia looked at her in disappointment.

"You slept with three of your brothers."

"Four." Kamila. "Four, Young Miss. Four Young Masters, not my brothers."

"The whole Narendra is a brother."

"It's just a sentence." Kamila.

Her fever is starting to go down and Kamila is now feeling better. But, in order to avoid the people he did not need in his plan, Kamila would still behave as if he was sick.

"Me and you are not brothers."

Ribia was obviously surprised. Although he himself knew that there was a difference between the half-breeds of Narendra and pure Narendra, to him all remained brothers.

Kamila who Ribia knew would also agree.

Maybe Ribia didn't know the words were so disturbing to Kamila.

Be okay? All right after he was locked up and scared alone? Fine when he wished to be free from the restraints of this destiny?

"You must be very happy, Young Miss."

"Kamila, I'm not—"

"Agav is a kind lover." Kamila coughed as she tried to sit down. But once Ribia was willing to help him, Kamila brushed aside faintly. "You and I are different."

"Kamila—"

"The whole Narendra woman is the same. Yeah, of course you are. But would you still say the same when I should call you Miss when she says we're both the same? No. gabe. Because we're different."

"...."

"Do I feel jealous? Am I feeling depressed? I don't know, Miss. How does Miss define the feeling where Miss wishes not to have been born in that place, yet every day you wake up in the same place? A disgusting, scary place?"

Ribia was unable to retaliate.

Her mouth stiffened to see Kamila panting again, a spontaneous reaction to her trauma.

"I'm not talking about my feelings towards Young Master. Or my sin of screwing four married Young Masters. I'm talking about what I'm going through but you're not going through and you're saying you understand."

"...."

"It's easy for you." Kamila's head hurts. A shadow slipped into his head. Makes the pain feel impaled.

The stench of pitch-blood, the darkness of the night, the sound of Lily's screams; why did it all feel foreign but familiar?

"I just want to do something." Kamila was shivering with her cries. "I just want to do something as a human being. It is not the doll that awakens when I am asked, sleeps when I am scheduled, and sits quietly waiting for me to be ordered. Did you experience it? Do you understand it? Really, Miss?"

"I ...." Ribia gulped. "I just ...."

"The only thing I could hope for was to get married, then have children. Is that fun? I don't know. But what should I expect if not that?"

"Camila."

"I had expected that I would not be born, but I woke up every day and continued to live until I was crazy. I wish the world would end, but the sun and moon are always visible day and night. Tell me Miss, is that a feeling you can understand?"

...*...