Looking as though all vitality had been taken away, the child was pale. The naked body, stripped of clothes, was stained with coagulated blood. A large bandage was wrapped around his waist, but the bed and the bandage were all red as the blood hadn’t stopped.
“Rodrigo…….”
I collapsed in front of the child. I gently held his hand. It didn’t feel like a human hand, so cold.
“No, Rodrigo is fine, right? He’s alive, right?”
I asked Idrish, almost begging.
“He is still breathing.”
I had wished for just that, I had prayed for just that, but seeing the child barely breathing was terrible.
I again massaged the child’s hand.
“If we were any later, he would have stopped breathing. Your help was great.”
It was a word of thanks, but it somehow sounded the opposite.
If I had spoken a bit earlier, this would not have happened.
Idrish grabbed my arm and pulled me up. My body staggered uncontrollably.
“This was embedded in his stomach. You know what this is.”
I covered my mouth with both hands.
It was exactly like the novel.
“The wolf’s fang…….”
When attacking the blueeyed Baekho, the wolf uses its fangs. Naturally, Idrish thinks that the wolf clan Robelo attacked Rodrigo and will attack there first.
For the Serbians, it would be a gain to remove the blueeyed Baekho and also the Robelo of the wolf clan, the object of their restraint.
But knowing it in the novel and seeing it in reality was different. Much bigger, and terrible. The ivorycolored fang was longer than my hand.
To think that this pierced Rodrigo’s stomach….
Ah, what to do.
It was too terrible for a child’s body to endure.
How painful, how frightening it must have been.
My vision blurred with tears of regret.
Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped overnight.
The blood had returned to Rodrigo’s once ghostly pale face. But he was still unconscious.
I stayed by Rodrigo’s side all the time.
It seemed they no longer thought I would run away, now that my words had been proven true.
I wiped the blood entangled in Rodrigo’s hair with a wet towel.
Then, Zeros appeared.
“Lady Cecilia, Lord Tesmillion summons you.”
“Me?”
If it’s Tesmillion, he’s the lord of this house.
Remembering his eyes collapsing in pain yesterday as he looked at the injured Rodrigo….
Meeting Tesmillion was my first time. I was suddenly scared.
I moved to the library, deep inside the mansion.
They said Tesmillion spent most of his day either in his room or in this library, not bustling about.
Knock, knock. I mustered courage to knock on the door.
“Come in.”
I was nervous. Holding my dizzy heart, I slowly opened the door. Tesmillion was sitting right in front.
The sweptback white hair came down to the nape of the neck. The face was filled with wrinkles and scars that hinted at a harsh time.
However, the eyes were not dulled in the slightest. Pupils slightly closer to crimson than those of Idrish seemed to be piercing through me.
My entire body tensed up.
Although Tesmillion could not possibly know that I had been ignoring Rodrigo’s death for a while, it felt as if I was being blamed. It was hard to meet his eyes.
“Are you Cecilia Erizoder?”
I wanted to say yes, but my mouth was stuck and did not open.
Instead, I nodded like a dazed child. Then, the door opened behind me, and Idrish came in. Thankfully, it seemed that I was not the only one called.
Idrish stood beside me. Just that alone seemed to lighten the heavy tension that felt like it could stop my breath.
But Tesmillion did not think so, and did not take his eyes off me.
“I heard you warned in advance that Rodrigo would get hurt.”
I did not feel any emotion in the weary voice. Although he had silver hair just like Idrish, his looked as if it had been bleached white from weariness with the world. It felt like encountering a winter wind that had wandered too much and grown tired.
I looked down at the floor. The floor here was also made of white marble, interlocked and forming geometric patterns.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Although Tesmillion’s words were not a reproach, my shoulders involuntarily shrank.
“How did you know?”
A question full of suspicion came flying like an arrow.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
