Chapter 1. Kill the Empress
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Although Tamon had the power of life, it did not mean that he did not feel pain.
He also had a human body, and although he was recovering fast, it didn’t mean that he could endure the monster’s raging poison without any kind of pain.
Perhaps that was why the days back at the mansion were such a hellish time.
He clenched my teeth as he swallowed swearing over and over again, which caused him to spit out blood.
He didn’t have time to worry about Jorge, who was surprised to see his arm, which was more than half torn, recovering naturally.
After a little while, he finally made his excuse that it was because of the holy water from the temple. The clumsy Jorge seemed convinced without much doubt.
The wounds tingled days and nights as if spitting out herpes poison.
When the pain made him nauseous, he arrived at the mansion.
He immediately went to the bathroom and soaked in the hot water. His heart was hot from the moment he arrived near the mansion. His body was searching for Roselyn.
The heat engulfed him. When he felt it, she came.
His ocean.
More beautiful than ice, hotter than the sun, she was his imprint.
The inside of her lips was a sweet oasis, and her inner flesh was like precious food to nourish his stomach.
“Call my name. Come on……!”
Tamon swallowed a ragged breath and urged her on. The water in the bathroom made a wet, sloshing sound.Ā
No matter how much he hugged her with both arms, it didnāt seem like enough because of her thin body.
He was afraid that if he tried to trap her in his arms, she would scatter like sand in a stream.
“Oh, ugh ……!Ahh…..!”
He bit his lip when she called his name.
She was a stubborn woman.
She didn’t give him what he wanted at once.
Whatever it was, she only allowed it after he coaxed, soothed, begged and begged again.
He was grumpy and hugged her even rougher. His hand came down along the thin line, found the wet spot without hesitation, and he dug in gently.
When he saw her startled and tried to move away, Tamon made a fuss.
“My shoulder hurts. …”
He didn’t mean to say it hurt where it didn’t. It wasn’t a lie.
But it was just funny that he was trembling in an attempt to get her attention, a weakness he had never done before. He enjoyed watching the purple eyes shaking by his exaggeration while having doubts.
Enough to feel that it was worth trembling.
“Look. We are one body.”
Ā “Please, don’t say weird thingsā¦.ā
He plunged in sweetly and launched his hips at her off guard.
He felt her contract completely in surprise. Roselyn stared at Tamon with a face that was red with embarrassment. She was out of breath, but did not relax her hands holding him.
Seeing her expression, the pain didn’t feel like pain.
Even though one of his arms had been torn off to fulfill her request, the process just felt exhilarating.
āIs he becoming a madman?ā
Was it because of the effects of the engraving?
The wounds on his left shoulder, which had been slower than expected, accelerated.
Her life force filled him. A fullness of power flooded his body, filling him up.
āCall my name before I bother you more.ā
He urged her again.
Her stubbornly clenched mouth opened with a scream at his vulgarity, persistently thrusting and tormenting her.
“Stop it, stop itā¦..Tamon!”
Tamon laughed and placed his lips against hers. He drenched her, rubbing his lips against hers like the kissing of friendly birds. A satisfying moan flowed out wildly as if it scratched his throat.
It was only three weeks.
Just over twenty days.
He missed her.
He missed her so much, so desperately that he felt abnormal himself………….
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Arsene arrived three days after Tamon.
They arrived with a bit of time to spare. But the child who had experienced the abduction and shipwreck was already half dead.
What was it like before he was abducted? He ran days and nights to fulfill Roselynās favor.
Perhaps the aftermath left Arsene in a semi-conscious state the whole way to the mansion.
Roselyn went to pick up the child and turned back when she saw the fainted Arsene.
She returned to her room, making sure not to wake him until he was awake.
The mansion became busy. They locked the gate tighter, not allowing anyone to enter.
No one had to know that Tamon Krasis was injured.
What his injury was related to, who caused it, or where he went had to be kept completely secret.
He carried out the mission, knowing that there were people who were secretly cowering behind the closed gates of the Krasis mansion, which had never been closed before.
The various speculations and conjectures were just buried due to the exotic slave that he brought in.
It was said that the noble Tamon Krasis was possessed by the woman and had not come out of his mansion.
Even a hero who protected his country couldnāt help it when he fell in love.
āI can’t believe he finally lost his heart to a slave. So the b*stardā¦ā
“He is a foolish man who disrupts Her Majesty’s feelings without knowing her kindness.ā
There were many who jumped at the idea that time was of the essence and took the hard way.
They were desperate to pull him down and take his place in the king’s full favor.
But that didn’t mean Theo was going to freak out. She watched the voices of the nobles as she laughed and tried to talk more.
She even said good words and covered for him.
Theo and Tamon had a symbiotic relationship.
If Tamon collapsed, Theo’s position would not be safe. For now, Tamon was the foundation of her position, honor, and power.
For Theo, Tamon was the sharpest sword and the hardest shield.
There was no reason for her to dare to push him away to get something lesser when its blade was still so sharp.
People, who said Tamon was arrogant and told the King to get rid of him, didnāt seem to know that they behaved more arrogantly.
In any case, the Krasis mansion kept a racy calm, as if standing in the eye of the storm.
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“Are you sure heās okay?ā
“Yes. Yes, he seemed to be fine. And he’s still eating as much as ever.ā
Jorge, who was waiting for Asrell who had gone to serve Tamon a meal, asked her several times with a pale face.
Jorge looked at her as if he really didn’t understand.
Tamon and Roselyn did not come out of their bedroom once, except when they went out to pick up Arsene.
It was also dawn when Arsene arrived, and the children were already asleep, so there was no time for anyone to catch them and ask them anything.
Jorge was also busy taking care of his own knights who had returned.
Therefore, no one in this mansion has seen Tamon’s wounds yet. Jorge, who knew how horrible his condition was, was only confused.
āThatās strangeā¦it doesnāt make sense because his torn arm had poison in itā¦.ā
Jorge panicked, but that didn’t stop him from pouncing on his master and captain, asking him to show him the wounds.
The sight of his Master appearing so fine three days later was as if the brutal wounds he had sustained that day in the ocean were a dream.
(*Did they do āitā for 3 days straightā¦.š?ā
āIt’s really strange. His shoulder was completely torn…….. Was the holy water of the Great Temple really that great?ā
Jorge couldn’t get a good look at Tamon because of the bandages on his shoulders and arms, but in any case, Tamon appeared far too healthy to look injured.
His complexion was good and his expression was vivid.
Only Jorge’s face, which had been hanging around worrying about him, had aged.
He wondered how many times his colleagues and Rubent had yelled at him for not being able to protect his Master, even though he had gone there voluntarily… He was charged with high treason and bruised for two days and nights.
Jorge’s mind, which had already become worn out, had a significant damage.
“Well…I’m glad heās in a better condition than I thought.ā
Jorge stopped worrying and waited for Tamon.
A few moments later, Tamon entered the parlor with Roselyn.
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Arsene was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room, full of tension.
The boy couldn’t believe the fact that he was now in Amor.
How did he come to Amor when he was on his way to Nyrux?Ā
From Tanatos to Lourve to the slave smuggler to the monster Herpes………… The entire itinerary felt like a long and terrible nightmare.
The horror of that death he had felt when his memory and stomach turned over and submerged in the water in the terrible cage was still fresh in his mind.
Arsene stared at the trembling hands in his lap.
āI’m fine. I’m alive.ā
The boy closed his eyes tightly. The road he had to go was still far away. He couldnāt believe he was shaking so much over this…. He wanted to be a little stronger. A little more, for sure.
That’s right. Just like that man*. (*Tamon)