From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 10
“Hurry up and take them off!” The long-haired man, looking down at Arzeletta being harassed by the men’s hands with heated eyes, roared. Seeing Arzeletta’s face turn red with embarrassment, his swelling p***s grew even larger.
Arzeletta’s ragged clothes, being handled like a toy and swaying this way and that, slid down.
“Hmph!”
A startled Arzeletta collapsed to the floor. She hastily pulled up her skirt, trying to cover her instantly exposed body, and seeing this, the men shouted.
“Ugh. Look at her rotten back.”
“So dirty. She really is a monster.”
“Seeing her up close, it’s even more creepy?”
Arzeletta’s huddled back was fully exposed.
Her back, horribly distorted by burns, and her skin, burnt black beyond imagination, contrasted with her front, which could be imagined as an angel sculpted from porcelain.
Among them, the most horrific were the bizarre wounds on her shoulder blades.
The wounds were vivid, as if something had been severed, and as if they still hadn’t healed after more than a decade.
“Lost my appetite completely. Damn it.”
With tears welling in her eyes, Arzeletta quickly put on her clothes. Seizing the moment they were insulting her wounds, she swiftly got up and yanked off the long-haired man’s underwear.
After finishing her task, Arzeletta bent down and squeezed between them. She was crawling out like an animal, holding the dirty underwear in her hand, her clothes half-stripped.
“Where are you going? Can’t you come here?”
“Leave her alone. She’ll crawl back in anyway.”
Seeing Arzeletta crawl away on the ground, they laughed, revealing their yellowed teeth. It was a relaxed feeling of satiety, as if their boredom and sense of superiority had been somewhat satisfied.
“That back of hers is always disgusting to look at. I wonder if it smells rotten.”
“Looking at her face and inner skin, you might get an e******n, but just seeing that back makes it shrivel up. Pfft.”
“Isn’t it thanks to that that she’s not tossed around everywhere? If rumors got out that someone had fucked that monster, they’d be too ashamed to show their face.”
“Well, there must be people with such tastes. What was it, didn’t they say there are perverts who get turned on by scars?”
“Ugh. Just thinking about it is disgusting. If there’s such a pervert, they’d be a match made in heaven, wouldn’t they?”
The casually chuckling voices gradually faded away. Arzeletta finally escaped the sickroom. She tossed the dirty underwear into the abandoned laundry basket.
Arzeletta recalled a story she had once heard from a wandering merchant.
It was an unbelievable tale that in large cities like the royal capital, there were shows where people with different body shapes, like dwarfs or deformed individuals, were put on stage and exhibited as spectacles.
Wealthy people would pay a lot of money to observe their bodies, cheering, applauding, and enjoying the grotesqueness and bizarreness.
Her own bizarre wounds were a spectacle in this territory governed by strict laws. She knew that all of this was a light game. It was a game of harassing and ridiculing the easiest target and observing her disgusting wounds.
So there was no need to be hurt anew, nor to diminish her emotions. She had to accept it as a natural part of daily life, like eating something to satisfy hunger and sleeping when night came.
She got up, her body trembling, and tucked the laundry basket under her arm. There was still a lot to do today.
Arzeletta adjusted her worn sandals. Only then did she realize she had dropped one shoe in the sickroom.
“……”
She didn’t want to go back there just for a mere shoe. Arzeletta shook her head and walked on.
Her steps were unstable, wearing a shoe on only one foot.
“……!”
Arzeletta, who was kneading laundry with her bare hands, turned her head with a chilling sensation.
There was no one there.
This was a secluded lake outside the castle.
No one ventured near this lake, which was gloomy, ominous, and whose stagnant water couldn’t be drunk, even in broad daylight.
It was where a large-scale fairy hunt had taken place long ago, and people still believed it was an ominous place where the fairies’ curse remained.
As if to support that belief, something often died here. Sometimes it was an animal, sometimes it was a person. When that happened, a bizarre scent would drift on the wind from somewhere on the lake. It was a beautiful but eerie scent.
