Chapter 135: The Lord Is With Us (56)

༺ The Lord Is With Us (56) ༻

I walked straight into Senior Delphine’s room while the employee was still frozen in place.

It was late at night. Moonlight was pouring in from the wide window.

And she sat there under the moonlight. A woman with brilliant golden hair.

Her hair was shining, as if it were woven with golden thread. The eyes staring blankly out the window were the same ruby-red color as the symbol of the Yurdina family.

She was on the windowsill, silently admiring the night scenery outside. The dim lightning made her white, smooth skin stand out.

She wore the same outfit as the one from my last time here.

A thin gown that covered her naked body, but failed to conceal the mesmerizing curves of her body.

And just like last time, her outfit was too stimulating for a healthy young man in his prime.

So I cleared my throat with a dry cough and gave an awkward greeting to Senior Delphine.

“.......Senior Delphine.”

The woman’s gaze slowly turned to look at me. When our eyes met, silence settled in the room.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

And in that moment, Senior Delphine’s pupils gradually dilated and her mouth repeatedly opened and closed.

Soon, a high-pitched scream erupted from her lips.

“Kyaaaaaaaaa! H-How did you get in here?!”

Senior Delphine quickly started covering herself up as she spoke. Fear was prevalent in her eyes as she hesitantly backed away from me.

What a drama queen, I thought to myself. I shrugged my shoulders and spoke to her.

“I broke the door in. I told you I was coming in in the first place.”

“I-I told you that I wanted to be alone!”

“I said I was coming in. You didn’t say anything about needing permission to do so, right?”

It was a very shameless thing to say.

Senior Delphine opened her mouth to protest but my action spoke faster than her words.

My eyes found the table. It was the same table where I once stood face-to-face with her.

I stepped forward, pulled a chair and sat across from Senior Delphine’s seat.

There was a wine glass on top of the table. It seemed like Senior Delphine had already prepared it in advance.

I leisurely lifted the glass and inspected it.

It was a luxurious product. It was indeed one worthy of the heir of the Yurdina family.

I then asked Senior Delphine, who was looking at me with her eyes glazed over in stupor.

“.......Shall we have a drink?”

Senior Delphine, who heard my suggestion, had the same expression as the one the employee had on his face moments before I entered the room.

A look I’ve seen countless times from somewhere before.

I decided not to bother reading the intention behind it.

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Delphine Yurdina was afraid of Ian Percus.

He was a man who gave her countless wounds and moments of embarrassment.

Her legs gave out whenever he stood in front of her and fear clouded her eyes the second he took out his hatchet.

As such, her terror for him was all too clear.

Even so, Delphine still had a little bit of pride left.

That even if she couldn’t beat Ian, she could at least be a little bit of help to him.

Delphine had no doubt that she would be more helpful than Elsie even while arguing with her.

Being defeated once didn’t matter since she was still the Golden Lion of the Yurdina family who protected the Northern region of the empire.

She wanted to argue back, but there was no way she would dare to rebel against Ian.

In the end, she just lowered her head and sat across from him.

She sipped her wine helplessly.

She felt pathetic, not being able to do anything against her junior. She glanced at Ian here and there while adjusting her clothes.

Ian smiled as if he was taken aback by her wary eyes.

“You were so confident before. Why are you like this now?”

That question made Delphine shiver.

At the time, she was confident she would be able to take Ian in a battle but she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Rather, she would do as he said if he decided to threaten her with his hatchet.

Even now, she was pouring wine into Ian’s glass wordlessly.

She might even take off her clothes if Ian told her to.

No, she was certain that she would if he commanded her with his hatchet out.

Delphine will definitely take off her clothes. Even if he asked her to do more than that, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist.

That was the sorrow of the weak when facing the strong.

The situation was the exact opposite to when she initially sat down at the same table with Ian.

However, it was too much for her to admit that fact in front of the person who sat in front of her. All Delphine could do was tremble slightly in her seat and keep her mouth shut.

Regardless, Ian continued to sip his wine. His attitude seemed to say that he didn’t expect an answer from Delphine from the get-go.

He asked her in a plain voice.

“I heard you’ve been locked in your room these days without even the slightest hint of coming out......”

Why do you think I’m doing that? She was about to glare angrily at Ian and accidentally made eye contact with his golden eyes in the process of doing so.

She was immediately discouraged.

While slowly lowering her gaze, Delphine spoke with as much defiance as she could muster.

“I-It has nothing to do with y-you.....sir.”

She felt miserable while adding polite words to speak to him, glancing to examine his face while doing so.

When Delphine’s face turned to look even more gloomy than before, Ian nodded as if he agreed.

“Well, that’s true too. I mean, locking yourself in a room is also a part of your freedom as well.”

Did he come here to ridicule me?

Delphine’s eyes slightly bulged out at that thought.

The inferiority complex that she had been harboring inside of her started to boil.

Since he was strong and the victor, he may have come to make fun of Delphine, who was weak and the loser.

Maybe he was feeling joy seeing her transfixed and submissive to his every word.

Even if that was the case, Delphine no longer had the heart to rebel against Ian.

She just lowered her head while swallowing down her anger.

While Delphine was secretly chewing on her lower lip, the man called out to the woman in a low voice.

“......Senior Delphine.”

The wine glass lowered onto the table with a thud.

Delphine deliberately avoided Ian’s gaze. She wasn’t confident enough to meet his eyes.

The ridicule, the contempt, and the sense of defeat that she would feel when she faced him.

She was afraid. She hated everything about this situation. She just wanted to slump to the ground.

But what Ian said next was so unforeseen and different from what she predicted.

“I came here to say thank you.”

Delphine’s dazed gaze turned towards him.