I Regret The Kindness I Gave You (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 61

The moment he asked himself a question that held no value to him—after all, the button had already been fastened crookedly—he knew the answer.

If it were Merche, she would have done just that.

If only he had tempered his temper just a little and refrained from acting harshly—if only he had shown her that thing called “respect”—Merche might have placed upon her own head a laurel wreath so shoddily woven that even a child would have scoffed at it.

Therefore. Precisely because of that. He hastened to avoid the belated truth he had now realized.

He buried it deep within a pitch-black pit and heaped earth over it recklessly, ensuring it could never be unearthed again.

What he had already ruined with his own hands—how could he possibly undo it?

There was no way now to reverse the damage he had done. Knowing that, he desperately turned away and buried it thoroughly.

“But I… I know just how stupid those words are… damn it. If only I hadn’t been ignorant of that…”

It was unfair. It wasn’t that he had chosen not to know—he simply couldn’t have known.

“I’m just a slave, for fuck’s sake. Unlike you, who’ve walked since birth upon crimson carpets with noble grace, I was a vulgar, filthy slave.”

His life had been nothing but fighting other slaves with a knife or wasting time locked inside iron bars.

All a slave like him had ever witnessed was how wealthy men who visited that place would “buy” and “possess” whatever they desired.

If they wanted something, they bought it with gold and made it their own. If something resisted, they beat it into submission until it obeyed.

It was a world where violence and threats were simply the norm.

Thus, Lud—the slave who had lived nearly his entire life in that place—had learned only violence and threats. That alone. Nothing else.

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