Chapter 111

It was a cruel thought, but it was a thought that he could accomplish. Not only that, but anyone in his situation could think so. Intense assaults obscured a person’s morality. It broke down the standards of what was moral and immoral. When someone was in a beating situation, the body realized that such standards would never help.

For Lucio at the time, that thought was a kind of defense mechanism. He wanted to live and had to live. However, he thought that if things stayed this way a bit longer, he might die. He continued to struggle with pain, making noises with his mouth, and finally asked Alyssa as if he was about to die.

“Your, Your Majesty… please save me, please save me.”

“…”

At those words, the beating stopped momentarily. Of course, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Pain was something that always came late. Alyssa, who was looking at the wounds soaking with blood, smiled and asked him.

“Shall I stop?”

“Please save me, Your Majesty… please save me…”

“Did I say I would kill you?”

Soon after Alyssa said that she pulled out a long sword into his hand. He had an expression as if he was almost going to fall but used all his strength to hold on to the sword, as he knew if he missed what she was passing over to him, he wouldn’t know what kind of retaliatory beating would come in return. She soon whispered in a sweet voice.

“Why, do you want to stop being beaten?”

“SOB… yes, Your Majesty. Please…”

He pleaded, but Alyssa didn’t even pretend to hear it, but she continued to speak.

“Then kill.”

“… ”

“I will give you the time of a minute. During that time, I want you to cut the last breath from her.”

“Ah…”

He looked at his mother with a desperate expression, but his mother’s expression did not look like a face ordering her child to murder. Lucio predicted his future with a disastrous expression. If he didn’t kill this person, the beatings would surely start again, and he might really die. No, beyond anything else, he didn’t want to go through that terrible pain anymore. He really hated that so much

“SOB SOB.”

He slowly stood up by stabbing the sword on the floor, making a sound that belonged to neither a human nor a beast. It was as if the beating had broken his bones, as his legs shook with great pain. With both a blood-stained and tear-stained face, he stepped up to the person tied up and sitting on a chair. The person was covered with a white cloth, and it was hard to see, but she also seemed to have foreseen her death coming soon, and was weeping. He looked at the wet cloth on the eye area, and he made an empty facial expression.

“I am sorry.”

‘But I want to live. I want to live. I am sorry. I am sorry. Do not forgive me for killing you, when I am crying that I want to live. Never…’

-STAB

‘Do not forgive me.’

-STAB

-STAB

-STAB

-STAB

…

How many times did he stab her? It wasn’t until the white cloth was soaked with the warm blood that he stopped stabbing. He dropped the sword with a blank expression that had nothing left.

CLANG, the sword fell and splattered blood. Along with the blood smeared on his face and body, he now had blood on his legs. He looked up and turned his head towards Alyssa, looking like a person that lost his wits.

Alyssa was smiling.

Lucio thought he wasn’t sane. Not only that but her too. A human was dead. To be precise, he killed a person, and she ordered him to kill this person. He didn’t cry or laugh, but she was smiling. Was she happy that a person had died? Lucio spoke to her in a cracked voice.

“Now…”

“…”

“Please save me…”

“Lucio.”

She laughed brightly at his words and approached him. Lucio had no strength anymore. Now it would seem that if she beat him anymore, he would really die. No, maybe he just wanted to die. He looked at Alyssa, approaching him with an empty face. Alyssa’s laughter was terribly beautiful.

“Congratulations. You have also finally killed a person.”

“…”

She was congratulating him on something a mother should never do to a child. Lucio began to cry at the end. When he started crying like a child, Alyssa frowned as if it were annoying. But she waited patiently and only opened her mouth again when his crying died down.

“Lucio.”

“… ”

“Would you like to take the cloth that covered that person?”

“… ”

“Hurry.”

This was something he couldn’t do. But Lucio thought there was nothing more to ruin him when he had already killed someone. He stretched his trembling fingers and lifted the cloth covering the deceased person. The woman was dead with a face full of tears. She seemed to have cried a lot before she died. The maids next to them turned their heads or threw up, but Lucio, the party involved in the murder, had no emotion. Ah, his mental state was too overwhelmed to have that kind of feeling.

“She is dead.”

“Yes, she is dead.”

She laughed and agreed with his words. Then she called Lucio with a friendly voice.

“Lucio.”

“…”

“Lucio.”

“… yes.”