The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 63
As she bit her lip hard, a low voice that seemed to scrape against her eardrums broke through her thoughts.
“You’re much more composed than expected.”
Psyche reflexively raised her head, then unconsciously held her breath. Rezus’s face was frighteningly expressionless.
“Not panicking or scared at all.”
He looked down at Psyche, moving only his eyes arrogantly.
“It’s fascinating how you can be this composed after being violated by me, Serdin, and Helios in succession.”
“……”
“Your brother, supposedly the only person you can trust, makes a hostage exchange offer sworn on Fredier’s name, yet you respond so calmly.”
Rezus tilted his head sideways with a smirk.
“Interesting.”
A ripple flashed across her eyes. Seeing Rezus’s reaction, she seemed to have made a mistake.
‘Should I have acted like the Psyche from the original work?’
In a similar situation, the original female protagonist didn’t show such a cynical response. She firmly believed her brother’s words about wanting a hostage exchange and criticized the male leads for doubting him.
But Psyche knew the true purpose of the proposal. That’s why she couldn’t tell the male leads to go there. She knew what they would do to her after being provoked by Zephyros.
She stared up at Rezus. Though maintaining a calm expression on the outside, her mind was racing faster than ever. Soon her lips parted.
“…Do you really think my brother is a person I can trust?”
He just stared down at her with piercing eyes, without answering.
“Could you trust someone who… who knew his sister would be violated yet didn’t stop the hostage situation and instead cowardly tortured the helpless?”
Rezus remained silent. He seemed lost in thought, yet also trying to dig into her true feelings. Psyche furrowed her brows, then spoke as if sighing.
“And… you said it’s fascinating how composed I am.”
“……”
“It must be comfortable living life judging only by what you see. If nothing else, I envy that about you.”
The moment she indirectly said she wasn’t as composed as he thought, Rezus leaned forward, planting his hand on the bed’s headboard. Psyche stiffened when she saw his veined, solid hand planted next to her cheek. The man watching her expressionlessly slowly tilted his head.
“Are you trying to say that though you look fine on the outside, and not so on the inside?”
Close enough to feel each other’s breath and body heat, he whispered languidly.
“For someone like that, you seemed to enjoy yourself well enough under Serdin.”
“Hah.”
Her face contorted. Her glare was fierce.
“How can someone stoop so low? My brother is one thing, but you really…”
Muttering as if in disgust, Psyche suddenly twisted her face and covered her mouth.
“…I feel sick. Get out right now.”
Rezus, who had been quietly looking down at her, gave a twisted smile, then firmly pressed down on the back of her hand with his large one. She flinched briefly and tried to knock his hand away immediately, but it was impossible as Rezus applied strong pressure.
“Agh, what are you…”
“You tell me to leave?”
A cool baritone whispered in her ear as she groaned. Thick fingers invaded between her slender ones. Rezus spoke as he removed her hand from the crystal ball.
“You need to give this back.”
The crystal ball fell onto the bed with a thud. Only then did Psyche realize she had been gripping the crystal ball tightly. And that Rezus had held her hand to make her let go of it.
“……”
Watching Rezus’s back as he left the room, Psyche sensed that he would go to Bermus Bridge in three days. And her prediction proved exactly right.
* * *
The Hennes River was renowned as the most beautiful river in the world. Its white and blue gleaming waters reminded one of the Milky Way, and the elegant, magnificent buildings along its banks made the river appear even more romantic.
The Bermus Bridge was the only bridge crossing this majestic river. As the sole bridge over the Hennes River, its beauty was exceptional, making it one of the world’s attractions that foreign visitors to Sicardo never failed to visit.
However, to Mathes and Arje, the Bermus Bridge was less an attraction and more a place that evoked memories of long-standing tragedy.
With Mathes families situated on the right side of Bermus Bridge and Arje families on the left, plus the river directly below making body disposal convenient, Mathes and Arje had engaged in countless conflicts on the bridge for nearly 300 years.
Conflicts led to battles, and battles led to numerous deaths. Around the time the saying ‘Bermus Bridge is the grave of Mathes and Arje’ emerged, the emperor, unable to stand it anymore, ordered ‘War is fine, but at least refrain from it on Bermus Bridge,’ yet the psychological warfare on the bridge continued.
Even until this moment of negotiation.
“Where is my sister?”
