I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Note: This novel will be taken over by Nana starting from this chapter.
Therefore, the nature and severity of punishment for any criminal acts were entirely at Isaac’s whim, decided on a case-by-case basis. The painter and their client received a particularly brutal sentence, needless to say.
The eyes that had beheld the collectible’s body with l*stful intent, the hand that had captured that beautiful form on canvas and shared it with the world, the very thing that had tasted pleasure—all were extracted or torn away.
These fleshy tokens of desire were not permitted to leave the execution grounds. As everyone knew, tigers were carnivores. Bleeding profusely from their wounds, the offenders were banished from the glass dome mansion.
The execution was announced two days prior, both within and outside the mansion. On the day of the execution, the poor clung to the outer glass dome like a pack of dogs, waiting for the exiles. The moment the sinners were thrown out the main gate, the crowd surged forward with savage cries, eager to seize whatever they could from those who had lived within the opulent glass dome. This was the fate of those who dared to debase Big Cat’s collectible, reducing them to objects of v*lgar desire.
The head maid shuddered, remembering that day. She too had paid a steep price for her failure to properly control the lower staff.
“Return to your room.”
Arietta’s lips twisted into a pout.
‘She won’t back down, no matter what I say. She’s the caretaker, and I’m a collectible. What to do?’
Arietta wiggled her fingers, a sly smile spreading across her face. A brilliant idea had struck her.
She took the stairs two at a time.
The head maid’s face hardened. ‘Is she going to try and push past me? The stupid girl!’
The head maid reached out to grab Arietta, but at that very moment, Arietta dipped low, causing the head maid to miss. The head maid’s eyes followed Arietta reflexively. Arietta had clasped her hands on the head maid’s ankles, gripping her tightly. Then, with all her might, she yanked—as if pulling up weeds.
Predictably, the head maid lost her balance. As she swayed precariously, Arietta’s eyes crinkled slightly. For some reason, the head maid was reminded of the demons in stories that seduced adolescent boys.
“These are stairs.” A sweet whisper reached her ears as the toes of her grounded foot lifted into the air.
“Are you going to grab me?”
‘It would be quite troublesome if we both fell and you damaged me. Would you damage Isaac’s collectible?’
The head maid recoiled in terror, pulling back her outstretched hand. Instead, she flung her arms out to the sides, determined not to touch even a hair on Arietta, even if it meant tumbling down the stairs herself.
Crash! Bang! With a tremendous clatter, the head maid went rolling down the stairs. While she clutched her aching shoulder and groaned, Arietta quickly ascended the remaining steps.
Coarse curses drifted up from below, but the head maid didn’t pursue her. She’d clearly decided it was better to nurse her bruised knees on the landing than to continue the struggle. She likely believed that Arietta would eventually have to descend those same stairs.
Arietta scoffed at that foolish belief.
Reaching the attic was a breeze.
‘It’s really over now.’
A bright smile lit up Arietta’s face.
She grabbed the doorknob of the attic, the maids’ quarters.
Just then, she heard an unexpected voice from within.
“I slept with Isaac.”
