Breeding Season - Chapter 6
“Please, let me live.”
The woman spoke a southern dialect quite well. Her pronunciation was refined, so it felt a bit odd to hear her speak the rough southern dialect, but it wasn’t a bad thing that they could communicate.
“What’s the point of living? I have no intention of treating you like a princess.”
“It doesn’t matter. It never did…”
“It never did?”
He raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised, causing her to shrink back.
She was quite timid. But strangely, it didn’t feel entirely pathetic.
According to the information, this woman had certainly been tortured for a long time, but despite that, there was still some of her sense of self left.
“The princess, or even if not… the wife, is, I mean, right?”
“Oh?”
Am I crazy?
Why am I saying this?
It was laughable, but for Siren, it was a scream she spat out with all her strength. Though it was a voice that seemed to crawl out, calling it a scream was because it was that desperate.
The man was silent for a while. He looked her over with an assessing expression.
“Those eyes. Were they blue from birth?”
“Ah… yes, yes. They were.”
“Then don’t tremble uselessly. Women with blue eyes aren’t killed for a while.”
“…Why?”
“I’m looking for someone. They stole something.”
“What did they steal…?”
She’s quite curious. I don’t know if she’s scared or not, but I wish she would just do one thing.
“My right to die.”
And the right to sleep as well. He spoke in a calm voice, but despite the dry tone, his eyes examined her with a persistent gaze. As if he were going to lick the soul hiding inside her pale face.
‘She’s just an ordinary human woman.’
After staring at her for a long time, he asked with a face that hadn’t found what he was looking for.
“Is there something you want to do if you don’t die?”
It was a meaningless question. But a predator’s question always sounds thunderous to the prey.
Siren’s heart began to pound, and she hurriedly searched for something to answer, thinking quickly.If she didn’t come up with something, he might tell her to get out and die right away.
“I… I want to see the sea. If… if I’m going to die… at least once…”
Wilkeron was surrounded by mountains. She had never even dared to dream of visiting a place like that, but Angelique had gone to the lake many times and boasted about it.
But if there was a sea, bigger than that lake in this world, she wanted to see that at least.
‘He’ll probably laugh at me.’
Once, she had spoken of this dream. She was eleven at the time. Naturally, Siren had been mocked. She was laughed at for thinking that something so hideous like herself belonged somewhere.
‘Laugh all you want. I’d like to see the sea.’
They say it’s in the south… that sea.
‘If I truly came from there… I’d like to ask, why was I sent to land?’
She wanted to grab hold, to cry, to scream. She would have preferred not being sent out of the sea at all. Why make her live on land? She wanted to vomit out all the emotions that had built up, to let them go.
But the man didn’t respond for a long time. It didn’t seem like he was thinking about something either.
“So, how old are you?”
At the abrupt question that followed, Siren flinched her shoulders.
‘Ah, he didn’t hear me.’
Maybe it’s better that way. Siren suppressed her disappointment, one she had long grown used to. After all, when has anyone ever listened to her?
“Twenty-three.”
“Twenty-three?”
No matter what was going on in Siren’s head, the man focused only on what he wanted to know. What age would someone be to have such a fairy-tale dream, like wanting to see the sea, huh?
Surprisingly, the woman, so innocent that he could almost click his tongue, was older than him.
“You’re older than me.”
Far younger than me.
The fact that he was younger than her made him more surprised, his blue eyes widening. Her eyelids drooped gently, her skin smooth without a flaw, and her pale face screamed that she had lived sheltered within the castle.
She was naive to the ways of the world, gentle, and weak. If left alone on the southern roads, she’d probably be dead within 10 minutes.
That wasn’t something he cared about, though… but for some reason, imagining it irritated him. Perhaps it was because of his dead sister.
The only resemblance between them was the wet eyes. So why does she have to be my sister?
“Have you ever been outside the castle?”
Ignoring the grumbling words in his head, he asked casually, to which Siren shook her head side to side.
Fear, unease. And… anticipation?
For someone who had just been strangled by a man, isn’t that a bit too naive?
‘Or is she lacking something? No plan at all.’
