Ricardo I, who was still on his knees and staring intently at Carthahena while leaning on the floor, asked.
“It’s strange. How did you hide and live with that personality all this time?”
Instead of answering, Carthahena looked at him with her chin up.
“It feels like a completely different person. Is it true that the dignified prophet was right?”
“…What if I say no?”
Ricardo I laughed and stood up.
“What if I say no. It was a good thing. The fact that you became mine. It would have been better if you had behaved like this since we set up the carriage.”
“… ”
Carthahena stared at him without saying anything.
Ricardo I, who approached with a smiling face, grabbed a handful of Carthahena’s hair and gently wiped his lips.
“Now, stop hiding and live. I need a prophet. You have to tell me about the future where I become a king with those pretty lips. After that, I’ll make you my queen.”
…Snap!
Carthahena slapped away Ricardo I’s hand.
“It’s unexpected. I thought you were an insolent male. Are you pure-hearted?”
Ricardo I, having seen his reddened palm in acknowledgment, smirked.
“I’m sincere.”
He grabbed Carthahena’s hand with that hand and kissed the back of her hand. As the skin reddened quickly, Carthahena wrinkled her forehead.
“Considering that I’ve let everything go according to your will so far, you should know. Stop hesitating and come into my arms.”
“…We’ll see. If I feel like it.”
Carthahena, having pulled her hand free, tapped her toes.
“Go away now. I’m annoyed.”
Ricardo I swiftly grabbed Carthahena’s ankle and tickled between her toes. When Carthahena shivered, he chuckled mischievously and let go of her foot.
“Keep acting cute. I’ll show you what kind of male I am.”
As Carthahena turned her head quickly, only then did Ricardo I leave the room.
“Being a prophet is quite annoying.”
Carthahena muttered, rubbing her bare feet.
Flota bit her lip. Her face seemed to say, ‘Lysilia-nim, you are not the prophet.’
Clearly, she knew that since Lysilia, whom she thought she had killed, returned unharmed, she had never dreamt once.
Even so, she couldn’t say anything. Lysilia was too frightening, and Ricardo I didn’t care whether Lysilia was a real prophet or not. He just wagged his tail like a dog, roaming around.
“I really should stop this soon.”
At that remark, Flota’s eyes sparkled with joy.
For her, the only way to survive now was for Lysilia to disappear. Although she always wanted Lysilia’s position, and even went so far as to stab her with a knife to obtain it, Lysilia was still the prophet.
The fact was so despairing, but the returning Lysilia was talking about the position of a prophet like some boring game.
“I will help you, Lysilia-nim. Are you leaving the palace?”
“You? Can you help me?”
“I’ll do anything. Please let me help you.”
“…Well, it’s better than nothing.”
Carthahena buried herself on the sofa.
“What should I order you then?”
Seeing Flota’s violet eyes deeply immersed in thought, Flota felt her heart pounding.
The prophet would be betrayed once again.
Once she tried to leave this place, she would tell the king about it.
And the second betrayal would not fail.
“Oh,”
Carthahena finished her thoughts.
“Let’s do it this way, then.”
…Snap.
The door of the torture chamber opened again.
Bardim no longer had the energy to check who was coming in.
His body was too heavy. The problem was that his body was heavier than the pain left in the torture room.
“Open your eyes.”
Whoosh! Thud!
“…”
He didn’t intend to resist, but the sharp intuition possessed by the shaman was the problem.
Bardim squeezed the remaining strength and lifted his eyelids like cotton fibers.
“Ha…”
As if something collided, there was a thudding sound, and a slender woman collapsed on the floor.
Pielion, the subjugation duke, was lifting the guilt-ridden expression as he shook the woman.
“I’ll give this to you.”
Carthahena pointed to the slender woman with her chin, saying to Bardim.
“…?”
Instead of asking what Bardim should do, Carthahena looked at him.
“The cost of the spell.”
“…People don’t accept it.”
“Then die.”
“…… …?”
“You’re going to die anyway. You can’t leave behind someone who’s already on the brink of death.”
Bardim frowned.
“No, wait… So, are you telling me to take on a request to hand over a human who’s going to die anyway?”
“In simple terms.”
This was beyond incomprehensible.
“Seriously asking, do you think the life of a lifeless woman can be a means to force me?”
“It seems possible.”
Then Carthahena spoke to Ternaden.
“Where would you prefer?”
Ternaden hesitated, hunching his shoulders, looking at the woman.
“What… do you mean?”
“Where should I put her?”
Carthahena gestured with her eyes at the torture devices placed throughout the torture chamber.
Flota, who had been nervously watching, couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke.
“L-Lysilia-nim…? Ah, not to sit. You said to persuade the shaman.”
Carthahena didn’t say it was a lie. It wasn’t a lie anyway. She just didn’t specify how she would persuade.
“Is that good?”
Carthahena pointed with her fingertip to a device perfectly fitting a person’s body.
Inside it, sharp iron needles were densely packed. Beneath the part where the foot entered, there was a hole for blood to drain out generously.
“No, that one. You can’t see dying well because it’s not visible. The other one is better.”
This time, she pointed to a chair with a small box hanging.
“Is that called a rat box? Because it takes a long time until death, there is enough time for the mind to change.”
It was a torture device that tied a person to a chair, put a box with holes pierced in the chest, and heated the box with hungry mice inside. The mice would eat the person’s chest in an attempt to escape.
“Do we really have to do it like that?”
Ternaden turned his pale face away. Carthahena pretended not to see what she didn’t want to see. As if not listening to what she didn’t want to hear.
“Hurry and tie her up. I’m bored here. You said we should leave here quickly, too.”
“But still…”
“The only way to return to the empire quickly is this.”
“……. .”
With pursed lips, Ternaden held Flota’s arms and sat her on the chair. Flota twisted her emaciated body and clenched her jaw, but Ternaden just bit his lips harder, showing no hesitation.
“Rats? Are they healthy?”
While Ternaden was tying the rattling box to Flota’s chest, Carthahena asked.
Instead of Ternaden, who remained silent, Bardim shouted.
“Stop! …Damn it, stop it!”
Carthahena’s violet eyes, now realizing the fact that they were beautiful, asked Bardim.
“Is the deal settled, then?”
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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