From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 13
A chilling satisfaction spread across the man’s face as he read her palpable fear.
“It’s been a while since the fairy hunt, so everyone must be bored by now, right? Wouldn’t everyone find it amusing if I reported you?”
“……”
“What should I say? Should I say you seduced me and tried to eat my heart? And I, noticing your true nature as an evil fairy, didn’t succumb to your temptation… Yes. I’ll say you cursed everyone in the castle. Everyone will shudder at the thought of becoming like your back.”
The man continued, stroking Arzeletta’s cold, white body, tense with fear.
“Ha, a fairy trial! I’m already excited. What kind of show will you put on this time…? They’ll probably burn you alive. Everyone was curious whether your wounds were burns or not, weren’t they?”
“N-no…”
“If you’re scared of that, just stay still. If you just open your legs obediently, nothing will happen. Hmm? Arzeletta.”
The man’s hand gently caressed and lightly patted Arzeletta’s b******s.
“Come to think of it, your wounds… they look exactly like severed wings, don’t they, hmm?”
“……”
“If you’re called a fairy, everyone will be excited and talk. Especially the village girls, they’ve been itching to get rid of you.”
The man reached out and grabbed Arzeletta’s cowering chin.
“In my heart, I’d like to make you my concubine, but there are too many eyes watching. Instead, if you’re obedient, I won’t make you wash underwear or anything.”
“Hmph.”
“Look how skinny you are from not eating enough. Sometimes I can even let you eat meat…”
“T-Theo…!”
Arzeletta bit her lip, almost calling out someone’s name without realizing it.
That was absolutely not allowed.
For that name to escape her lips.
“Hmph…”
Arzeletta covered her mouth, still cowering.
Perhaps it was destined. She was foolish to have hoped she could protect her body indefinitely, living under so many threats.
…Perhaps adapting quickly would be easier.
Arzeletta knew that her appearance, quite different from ordinary people, and the special story of her salvation by Theogrim were the reasons the villagers resented her.
A loose woman who carelessly gives her body to a lowly man. People would no longer fear or hate her. Perhaps… they might even be pleased. They would believe she no longer posed a threat to them.
“If you don’t listen, I’ll report you as a fairy.”
Arzeletta released the tension from her body.
If she were exposed… not only she, but even Theogrim, would be in danger.
“Hehe. So you’re scared of burning, huh? Don’t worry. As long as you’re obedient, that won’t happen.”
“……”
“Well then, bon appétit. Hmph.”
The man finished his disgusting meal prayer and fully leaned his body towards Arzeletta.
Arzeletta closed her eyes.
She recalled the moment she first saw Theogrim amidst the extreme pain of being caught in a trap.
It was then.
Thwack.
“……!”
Suddenly, something cut through the wind with a chilling sound.
The disgusting noises that had incessantly chattered behind her stopped.
Then, something hot poured over her. A sticky, unpleasant sensation was followed by a foul, fishy smell.
Arzeletta opened her closed eyes. She stared blankly at the vivid bloodstains on the back of her hand.
Then, the massive body that had been on her back dropped with a thud to the ground.
Seeing the body fall to the ground like a huge sack, Arzeletta scooted backward on her bottom.
In the sudden shock, she couldn’t even think of covering herself, only staring at the man’s body, which had become a mere chunk of meat.
“What… what is this…?”
Arzeletta’s trembling eyes slowly moved upwards.
Someone was standing there. The shadow cast on his face was deep, as he stood with his back to the pale sunlight.
He bent down.
His actions of wiping bloodstains by rubbing his sword on the dead man’s clothes were unruly.
The white sunlight spreading behind him stung Arzeletta’s eyes. A red tint brushed across her vision, which was bruised black from the excessive light.
For a fleeting moment, Arzeletta thought it was a drop of blood that had moistened her eyelashes.
“There’s a bastard doing everything that great Lord said not to do.”
But it wasn’t.
“A soldier belonging to the Lord’s castle buying his rank with money, threatening helpless women, and falsely accusing someone of being a fairy… If Ragnar knew, it wouldn’t have ended with just a beheading.”
Having finished speaking, the man held up his long sword. He frowned, carefully inspecting his sword.
Arzeletta furrowed her brow. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she recognized the other person’s face.
“Lord Exion…?”
