The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 24
Zephyros let go of Ruon as if discarding him. Ruon’s body collapsed lifelessly to the floor, unmoving like a corpse.
“Tenon.”
Tenon handed Zephyros a handkerchief, which Zephyros used to wipe the blood splattered on his face.
“Psyche has lost her chastity. What should I do here to feel even the slightest bit of satisfaction?”
“Perhaps breaking all his limbs would suffice?”
“Hmm… That’s not enough.”
Zephyros cast a sideways glance at Ruon. The fact that he had lost consciousness seemed to annoy him, and his gaze narrowed.
“Take him away and treat him for now. Beating someone who’s already unconscious isn’t my style.”
“Understood.”
Tenon effortlessly picked up Ruon’s limp body. As he prepared to leave the room, Zephyros called out to him.
“Tenon. Did you record it properly?”
“Yes. Would you like to check it?”
Tenon was referring to the crystal orb that had captured the scene of Ruon’s beating. Zephyros smirked faintly and shook his head.
“No need. I trust you did well. Inform Paris to send that crystal orb to Arje in five days.”
“…Are you sure about sending it as is?”
Zephyros shrugged nonchalantly.
“We have to adjust it properly. Since we sent something strong the first time, it’s only right to send something milder this time. That way, the impact will be greater the next time.”
“I didn’t think it through enough.”
“Ah, and in the letter, write this: If another one of their men touches Psyche… they’ll receive a recording of Ruon’s limbs being broken one by one. Also, add that every time he loses consciousness, we’ll forcibly wake him up to continue.”
Tenon bowed his head and exited the office. A brief silence filled the room.
Zephyros, carelessly tossing the blood-soaked handkerchief onto the floor, walked with deliberate steps toward a corner of the office. He stopped in front of a portrait hanging on the right wall. Slowly, he reached out and touched the painting.
The woman in the portrait was a stunning beauty, embodying both the delicate charm of blooming flowers and the poignant fragility of a newborn fawn.
“Psyche…”
Zephyros traced the portrait of his one and only family, his younger sister, with his index finger, his touch gentle and careful.
“This is all for us.”
He whispered in the softest, most affectionate voice, then pressed a tender kiss to the forehead of Psyche’s likeness in the painting.
“When this matter is resolved successfully, our parents in heaven will be proud of us. And you as well… deep down, you truly wish for us to be the only first-class power, don’t you?”
Though he had never confided this to anyone, there was a promise the current emperor had made to Zephyros. If Mathes were to win this war, the emperor would ensure that no other first-class powers would be established.
In other words, victory in this war would mean reclaiming the honor of being the sole, unrivaled first-class power.
“So… endure it a little longer, even if it’s difficult now. I’m asking you.”
He gazed at the portrait with eyes heavy with melancholy for a long while before leisurely walking to a large sofa. There, he reclined comfortably, resting his body.
* * *
Psyche blinked her eyes slowly. Perhaps it was thanks to sleeping for two days straight, but her body felt significantly better. As she sat up, she noticed Serdin’s robe neatly folded on the side table next to the bed.
She glanced down at the negligee she had worn to bed after her shower the night before. Though it was a modest sleepwear with little exposure, she thought Serdin might appreciate it if she wore the robe over it. Just as she reached for the robe, a deep male voice interrupted her.
“You sure slept long.”
A sharp headache struck her as she turned toward the source of the voice.
A man with jet-black hair, crimson eyes, and sun-kissed skin stood there, exuding an untamed, raw intensity.
It was Rezus.
The memory of the night they spent together flashed through her mind, and her lower abdomen tensed involuntarily. Pushing aside the lingering, suggestive images, she assumed a wary expression.
“Why are you here?”
“Get up.”
When Psyche remained silent, glaring at him, Rezus straightened from where he had been leaning against the wall, tilting his head slightly.
“Do you want me to help you up?”
“……”
His demeanor made it clear that if she didn’t get up on her own, he wouldn’t hesitate to force her. Though she lowered her gaze as if surrendering and stepped out of the bed, inwardly, she was trying to grasp the situation.
‘It seems like he’s here to suggest a meal…’
In the original story, after Rezus’s first intimate encounter with the female protagonist, it seemed as though something shifted within him. Unlike before, he no longer allowed her to skip meals. True to form, Rezus was now heading toward the dining room.
Once seated, he gestured toward the steaming dishes in front of him with a commanding tilt of his chin.
“Eat.”
