Chapter 30: I’ll Kill That Man.

Chapter 30: I’ll Kill That Man.

Arens father, Earl Serkia, was in an incredibly good mood. He had just finished his long territory patrol and was on his way to visit his daughter.

In his hands were a handful of various local specialties. It was because he insisted to the servants who offered to hold them that he would take it to his daughter himself.

Golden honey. It was produce that was hard to obtain due to its high demand. Of course, the nobles were no exception. In order to obtain the honey for his daughter, who had a sweet tooth, he waited for three hours in the raging sunlight.

He had also gotten the brooch from a famous designer, who was known to have a waiting time of over a year to buy from, and had a limit of one per person. Inside this surplus of gifts were also books and herbs, which Aren had liked ever since she was young.

The Earl believed he could do anything if it were for his beloved daughter.

Knock knock.

Aren. May I come in?

He knocked on the door to his precious one and only daughters room. Clearing his throat, Earl Zigen awaited Arens response.

Concerned that he might look too cold from his lack of expression, he practiced smiling several times, imagining how joyful his daughter would be once she received his gifts.

Aren?

His daughter would definitely answer if she were inside. When he heard nothing, Earl Zigen cracked the door open in concern.

Creaaak.

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Thud.

The possessions in Earl Zigens arms fell to the ground.

!

When he opened the door, he found a tan, beast-like man without a shirt lying down on his daughters bed. Not only that, but Aren was collapsed on top of his exposed chest.

Aaaaahhhhhhh!

Earl Zigen yelled out as he charged forward with a decorative sword.

You bastard! How dare you touch my daughter?!

It felt as if his vision was blacking out, and his mind was in turmoil. But the one who was even more confused than him was the man on the bed.

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So Ill get him washed and a change of clothes.

Youre my one and only younger brother. So you dont have to make such an expression.

Cassadin didnt like that Aren brought a new slave.

Seeing those deep blue eyes directed toward someone who wasnt himself, he felt as if he couldnt breathe properly.

That green-eyed man whom she fell in love with at first sight, the Crown Prince, the slave.

Why did his sister have so many men around her?

Cassadin pretended to be nonchalant in front of Aren, but he felt the complete opposite on the inside.

The fact that this was happening in itself didnt make sense to him. He felt unbelievably petty that he had these thoughts in the first place.

He was confident that he had abandoned his emotions. It wasnt just by luck that he survived that long in that damn arena.

But these days, he felt like he wasnt himself.

As if someone had lit a fire inside of him, his internal thoughts were all simmering and shredded into chaos. He continued to reaffirm himself every day of his goals, but oddly enough, his anxiety washed away when he saw Arens smile.

Seeing her plump lips curl up into a smile and her eyes fold into crescents, he could feel the unease within him become purified.

It agitated him to see those eyes and that smile directed toward someone who wasnt him.

He didnt like that Aren was giving attention to a different slave. He felt he might have done something to the slave had he stayed there.

In order to calm down his noisy thoughts, Cassadin took a moment to go outside.

But.

Aaaaaahhhhhh!



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Not to mention, the room she was in right now was not hers.

Aren. Im so terribly sorry It seems I have not paid attention to you enough in these recent days.

Earl Zigens eyes watered up, almost as if he were about to explode into tears.

Are you not hurt?

Yes, Im fine.

This foolish father had not known that a beastly man had crawled into your room.

What?

Arens eyes shot open.



When Aren hurriedly ran to the scene of the incident, she found Cassadin and the unnamed man rolling around on the ground.

!

The room was already in shambles, which was only natural with two large men rolling around as such.

Stop!

Hearing her voice, Cassadin and the man both turned to Aren.

What exactly is going on here?

As she spoke, Aren slowly approached the two scuffling men.

Sister, this damned beast had dared to place its hands on you.

The man said with an incredibly bewildered expression that it wasnt true, but it seemed Cassadin didnt believe him one bit.

Its positive that he had taken off his clothes to allure you. If I had been even a little later, something terrible might have happened.

Wh, thats not

Flustered, the man waved his hands to express that this was a misunderstanding. But he himself also could not understand why he had been lying on the bed. Especially without any clothes on.

Cassadin.

When Aren called his name, Cassadin stopped.

Yes. What is it?

He answered, his eyes still glaring at the man in front of him.

That person didnt do anything wrong.



I explained what had happened. Since Cassadin was not yet fully tamed, I couldnt tell him about my healing powers, so I fabricated a different explanation instead.

So you were unable to sleep well last night and were so tired that you fell asleep on his chest?

His excuse was completely ridiculous, even to my ears, but I just smiled at Cassadin and nodded repeatedly.

Cassadin peered at my face, then let out a soft sigh as he said,

If you say so, Sister.

Cassadin.

But what will you do with the man now?

I plan on keeping him in the mansion for the time being.

I had been planning to ask the slave about Damians duchy. Then I approached the man, who was sitting blankly on a chair with swollen cheeks, and asked him,

What exactly happened to you all this time?

The tan-skinned man grimaced and let out a groan at my question. He cocked his head as if to think hard about it, and when his mouth finally opened, I was happy that he might give the answer that I wanted.

Im sorry. I cannot remember anything.

But shamefully, the man had amnesia.