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Ariel The Lustful Saintess - Chapter 15
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It was boring and tedious.
“…It’s boring without a companion.”
Leandro looked at the military officials with an apathetic face. Although he reluctantly attended because it was one of the greatest events of the country, he wanted to quickly return to the palace. Ariel kept appearing in his mind’s eye even though he wasn’t looking at her. How nice it would be if he could lie down with his face buried in her arms all day.
He wanted to bring her here and do her on the grass or anywhere.
“Haa.”
Just the thought of last night made his body stiffen. Like a rutting beast, he was uncontrollably excited at the mere thought of Ariel. She was a lovely woman who tried to accept him somehow, though through clumsy gestures.
“She’s lovely…?”
Leandro swept over his lips with his fingertips. He was strongly opposed to the words that he uttered out loud, which felt very foreignon his tongue. ‘Love’ was such an alien word to him. Leandro was thirsty for Ariel because he would not be able to see her let alone embrace her for at least four days.
“Carlos.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“…Go to the Imperial Palace.”
Carlos could see why he was told to go to the palace without asking. He was sure His Majesty was worried about Ariel who was left alone. During the hunt, the forest becomes a forbidden area. Leandro was saddened that Ariel could not be brought in because it was a strictly-male space where only military officials could attend. If it weren’t for that, he would have already had her accompany him, seating her on his lap and teasing her to death. He was heart-struck with regret.
He’s had his fair share of women, but he’s never been so eager before.
“…I’ll ride now and bring her when it’s dark.”
And it was Carlos who could see his innermost thoughts. The years of hovering within a short distance from the emperor were almost equal to his age. Carlos, who had lived solely for the Emperor, thanks to the Emperor, and by the Emperor, made Leandro his one and only foremost purpose in life. Perhaps if Leandro were to order him to take his own life, he’d put a knife into his neck without a moment’s hesitation.
No matter how forbidden it was, bringing Ariel without anyone knowing was not a problem for Carlos.
As Leandro was unable to give out an explicit order, conscious of the dignity of his emperor position, Carlos read his intentions first. To Carlos, Emperor Leandro was a worthy monarch for whom it would not be a waste to sacrifice his life countless times. He could easily hug a woman whom he had never known before if he commanded him. Just like last night.
The memories of last night came rushing into Carlos’ mind as he stepped out. Ariel was sitting on top of Leandro and diligently shaking her waist. The dizzying and faint hazy memory seemed to unfold before him even now.
Carlos clenched his fist.
Saying that he would do whatever Leandro asked him to do was akin to saying that he’d never venture in anything he wasn’t ordered to commit.
If Leandro were to command him to lay his hand on Ariel’s body, he would follow his orders unconditionally, but retrospectively, if he had not been given such orders, Carlos dared not approach Ariel’s vicinity.
Carlos shook his head to shake off the complex feelings he had toward Ariel, which kept bubbling up from the deep recesses of his mind.
***
She wished she had some medicine at least. Ariel frowned as she wiped the bloodstains from her shoulder line with water.
Even though she went as far as to mention the emperor’s name to try and scare them away, the jealous new servants seemed to fear nothing in their eyes.
If she hadn’t tilted her head to avoid the blade aiming at her face, she would have been really hurt. Fortunately, the knife only brushed her cheek slightly and missed. Instead, the problem was that she had a deep gash on her shoulder.
“Ouch…”
Only when they saw the white cloth stained with blood did they realize what they had done, Temi and her servants dropped their knives on the spot and ran off. She really didn’t understand why they tried so hard to hurt her when they had no guts in the first place. Being hurt didn’t mean you could take a break from work.
Ariel grabbed her throbbing shoulder and returned to her residence after completing all the choresa*signed to her. She was fortunate for not having to use the same room as other servants. Of course not for Ariel’s sake, but for Leandro’s so he can come and feast on her whenever he so pleased.
There was no oil in the lamp because she had been tossing and turning all night. She felt so sorry for herself, pitifully cleaning her wound with cold water in the dark that she was about to cry. But she won’t cry. She is not the fragile Ariel from the novel.
It was only when the emperor was with her that Carlos received warm water and brought it to her, but now she had no choice but to bathe in icy cold water.
Her shoulders, which had been swollen because she couldn’t properly disinfect the wound, seemed to ease the tingle of pain a little bit when it was met with the cold water.
Ariel coughed as she splashed cold water down her shoulders one more time.
At this rate, she felt like she was going to catch a nasty cold.
“…I can’t just sleep.”
Creak—