CH 5

He let out a deep sigh, as if Cesare had taken on a daunting task. Most of the people in this country end their lives without even seeing what the code of law looks like. How much more would he know of Article 2,116 Paragraph 2? Cesare stared at me and stood up.

“Wait a minute.”

Then he went to the library and pulled out a thick book about the length of his middle finger. It seemed to be the Euclid Code. Cesare’s expression hardened as she unfolded the pages that looked like a piece of paper I had torn apart. Cesare, as if tired, closed her eyes and pressed the corners of his eyes tightly together.

“You are right.”

“Yes.”

“First congratulations on your marriage.”

“Thank you.”

With an expression of no thanks, I nodded. Cesare, who was staring at me, got up from his seat. I wanted to go anywhere, but I stopped at the coat hanger where I hung my coat. He put his hands in the pockets of his coat and hesitated for a while, then approached me with clenched fists.

“Hand.”

“Yes?”

“Reach out your hand.”

I didn’t even know what to say, and just as he told me to do, I reached out my hand. Chilling, zinging, zinging. Three silver coins fell into the palm of my hand. I looked at Cesare with a bewildered gaze.

“Hey, what is this?”

“Ah, one coin is for my blessings.”

“Then why are you giving this to me?” 

“Can these two silver coins represent my refusal to you?”

I returned the three silver coins to him. Cesare looked at me with a puzzled look.

“No. Rejection must be made on the part of the bride, lord. First Night Law itself is a corporation that was created to pay for the coma.”

“Is it?”

“Yes that’s right.”

“There is no such word here.”

“Because it’s natural.”

Reading the paper, Cesare gave a troubled look. Disappointed, so was I. Because he looked so terrifying, I thought it would blow a cold wind like the winter wind, but this person was quite absurd. It was snowing and the surroundings were frozen, so I was very nervous and went outside, and a warm spring wind blew like a butterfly.

“Then give it to me.”

“Yes, I will.” ,

It’s finally here. I stood in front of Cesare, very tense. Are you going to tell me to take off my clothes? Shall I give you a bath? Will I be able to do it here? hold the desk? Or lay it down?

Obscene thoughts filled my little head. Cold sweat dripped onto her palms. dry voice above my head