From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 14
Arzeletta, recognizing the other’s face, was startled belatedly.
Exion the scoundrel. Exion the cursed. His blood-red hair shimmered in the backlight.
“A soldier belonging to the Lord’s castle attempting to r**e a civilian woman is subject to immediate execution.”
Having finished speaking, Exion slid his sword into its sheath. Arzeletta then met Exion’s sharp gaze. She gasped, involuntarily, from the fear that surged within her.
Exion’s eyes were as fierce as the rumors said. A beast, a snake, a predatory insect, a red dragon… no aggressive name seemed unfit to describe such a gaze.
His pupils were also red. His red hair and red eyes were the stereotypical depiction of Satan in the Scriptures. Exion was a man with an ominous appearance, as if he had leaped straight out of the Scriptures.
Arzeletta looked up at the red-haired man with empty eyes.
The one who had cut the throat of the dirty beast was the most despised man in this domain.
Perhaps as much as herself.
A man born from the horrifying sin of adultery between a fallen holy knight and a heathen woman.
Arzeletta was confused. She couldn’t distinguish whether the feeling she now experienced was fear or relief.
Exion, too, silently looked down at Arzeletta, who was staring up at him blankly.
Red blood soaked the woman’s white skin. Exion clicked his tongue, seeing the woman who didn’t even seem to notice that dirty blood covered her face.
“Was I interrupting a good time? You look disappointed.”
Arzeletta shook her head frantically. Then Exion twisted his lips upwards and continued.
“Then why don’t you cover yourself up now?”
Exion pointed at Arzeletta with his pointed chin. Following his chin gesture, Arzeletta blankly lowered her head.
Only then did Arzeletta come to her senses, startled, and covered her chest with her arms.
“M-my clothes…”
She managed to open her mouth, but her throat was parched, and her voice wouldn’t come out properly.
“My clothes are ruined… I don’t have spare clothes, so I…”
Tears welled up in her green eyes. Exion’s eyes darkened as he saw her blood-soaked fingertips trembling violently.
Arzeletta of the rumors. Arzeletta the cursed. Arzeletta the beautiful.
The woman pointed at as the sole blemish in this holy domain, an existence like trash that couldn’t even be discarded.
Exion stood tall, looking down at Arzeletta’s chest, barely covered by her arms. His gaze also fell upon her tightly huddled legs and the deeply shadowed area visible between them.
The image of the woman being harassed by a dirty low-ranking soldier was vivid in his mind. The woman was crying, expressing disgust with her entire body, but her resistance was utterly powerless.
If he hadn’t been there today, Arzeletta would have been ravaged by that chunk of meat.
As he imagined that far, Exion’s red hair grew hotter. It was a strange feeling, perhaps excitement or annoyance.
She had been so submissive in front of that fat lump, yet the eyes she directed at him, who had saved her from danger, were like those looking at a common thief.
‘Damn it.’
Exion was irritated.
Exion, who had slid his sword into its sheath, strode towards Arzeletta, who was covering her body with her arms.
It was an unruly demeanor ingrained in him, but it couldn’t hide the straight gait of someone properly trained in swordsmanship. Arzeletta instinctively stumbled backward as the tall man walked towards her.
Soon, her back hit a tree, blocking her escape.
“……!”
The man sat in front of Arzeletta and lifted her chin, making her look at him.
Her black hair, her pure white face splattered with blood, and her mystical green eyes were so chillingly beautiful that Exion unconsciously swallowed.
