YM778.TV Chapter 254: Return (2)
Chapter 254: Return (2)
"I wonder why you\'re making that expression."Even if it was a land where the snow was melting and the buds were starting to ripen.
The fact that she was lying on the ground without a single piece of cloth marked her pristine bottom with quite a few scratches.
The lumps of Ferzen’s thick seed mixed with blood flowing out of her womanhood only showcased how brutally he stirred her insides.
“You could always kill me again…”
Every time Ferzen took her, he would recover his emotions for about a month.
So, killing Lizzy means that after this period passed,
He would have to live without his emotions, relying on memories he couldn’t empathize with.
A life without meaning."What a pathetic provocation..."
Ferzen smiled bitterly as answered Lizzy’s taunts, and straightened his disheveled clothes.
However, while he straightened his clothes, Ferzen shuddered, feeling a distinct lack of the OCD that always tortured his mind.
Thanks to achieving complete assimilation with Bertem Elqua Erue’s memories.
His OCS should have been even worse than before.
The human mind wasn’t built to accommodate the memories of an eternal being,
But the Five Fortune Gods have done their part.
Judging from the current situation, Lizzy had also undoubtedly attributed that to his existence.
"What are you doing?"
Lizzy, who had vulgarly spread her legs and wiped the blood and semen flowing from between them, gathered her legs tiredly and reached out towards Ferzen.
"Hold me. I can\'t walk on my own."
Even though she had recreated her body, she had left the legs that had been ravaged by him as they were.
The insides of her thighs were slick with the evidence of his rough claiming, glistening obscenely in the dim light.
Lizzy looked up at Ferzen with a giggle, her violet eyes glinting with wicked mischief.
“Are you going to refuse it? We don’t have a lot of time, do we? Ah, what shall I do…After being ravaged by a beast, I can’t walk at all…”
“...I didn’t know you could be this talkative.”
“I also didn’t know you could look this unsightly, but here we are.”
With a sigh, Ferzen slowly stepped forward and scooped up Lizzy’s frail body into his arms.
Swish.
“Ferzen.”
“......”
“Someday…”
The first tears he would shed in this newly contracted body,
“I hope they would be because of me.”
Those violet orbs bore holes into Ferzen’s face, as Lizzy tilted her head.
Looking down at her, Ferzen replied in his characteristically baritone voice.
"That will never happen."
“We’ll see.”
Although Lizzy was somewhat displeased at his certain tone, she didn’t argue, choosing to close her eyes.
In the memories she had received from him, Roer had said he would become Ferzen’s tormenter.
Of course, her brother died before achieving that.
But now, Lizzy inherited his will, and she would embark on a lonely voyage……And live as his tormentor.
Through her years,
By his side,
Until she drew breath.
Forever and ever.
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Tap.
Tap.
By now, Lizzy, who had fallen asleep in his arms, was breathing softly.
How could she look so calm and composed, even in this precarious situation?
Ferzen swept his gaze over the center of the Eliatta Gorge, observing the decaying corpses of the Ernes Empire soldiers as he flexed a tyrannical amount of mana.
The overwhelming mana covered his surroundings, making it clear that he had surpassed the threshold of the Apollying Class.
Yes, even if it was temporary.
In his 25 years of life, now that the disability called obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he could never overcome, had been resolved.
He had reached the next stage of existence, the realm of Thaumiel\'s class.
Soon, under his influence, the corpses rose from their resting places.
Since the corpses were rather damaged, and decaying, the amount of mana required to control them was higher than normal.
But Ferzen shouldered the additional cost without a care.
Then, after gathering an army of dead behind him, he took a step forward and said,
“Let’s go.”
To your,
No,
Our Homeland.
*****Yuriel, who had locked herself in her tent on the eve of the decisive battle, clasped her face with both hands.
Perhaps it was because she had cried for so long.
Her voice was hoarse.
And no more tears would come out.
She wanted to borrow the power of alcohol to drive away this sadness.
But she couldn\'t do that because of the child growing in her belly, and in the end, Yuriel had to face head-on the frustration and pain brought by the fact that Ferzen had died.
From the moment she encountered the main army returning at an unscheduled and far too early time, she had a bad feeling, but she desperately denied it.
But now that the uneasiness had become a fait accompli, Yuriel\'s will to live was completely shattered in an instant.
Yuriel Wayne Dayna Alfred.
A woman who was born into this world and raised for one man, and him alone.
Since this man, who was no different than her entire world, died, she was virtually no different than a walking corpse.
While the thought of following him into the Underworld crossed her mind…
She couldn’t go that because of their child in her womb.
Perhaps is that why most say that a mother is the strongest being in the world.
After all, the only thing driving her now was the singleminded purpose of caring for her child.
Yuriel leaned against her tent’s support, with a miserable expression.
Without you,
My only goal in life is to exist as a mother to our child.
But…I really didn’t want this future…
Nevertheless, Yuriel couldn’t escape such a future.
Because the child in her was the only connection she still had with him.
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In front of Yuriel\'s tent.
Laura, who had given up on entering, turned her body and looked up at the clear sky.
Despite becoming so weak.
Why would Yuriel order everyone to withhold the news of Ferzen’s death from Euphemia?
Before trying to take care of others, shouldn’t she take care of herself?
"......"
Of course, even as she thought that Laura fully understood and empathized with Yuriel\'s actions.
No matter how much she was jealous and envious.
In the end, they had loved the same man.
So even if it was for a short time, even if it was an illusion.
Yuriel must have wanted to leave her in a world where Ferzen was still alive.
The sadness and anguish felt by those who were already living in a world where he was dead were too cruel.
Damn brat.
If it was going to be like this, why did he give her hope?
Why......
Did he teach her how to love?
If it was a life where she couldn\'t even become a widow.
It would have been much better if he had died by her hand and let her live as a black widow instead.
The next full moon was approaching,
However, for the first time in her life,
Laura couldn’t care less about it.
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Tap. Tap.
Elizabeth, who had safely joined the main force and finished her preparations, looked at herself in the mirror.
Why did the sight of a sword at her waist feel so awkward?
Suddenly, a bitter laugh escapes her lips.
But when a mournful cry threatened to pour out, Elizabeth reflexively bit her lip hard.
Once again, the Imperial Family stood over Brutein’s sacrifice.
What right did they have to indulge in things like sadness or regret with a clear conscience?
The right to mourn him.
The right to grieve him.
Would be denied for the Imperial Family.
So Elizabeth, who whipped herself to compose her expression, gazed at her reflection in the mirror with only firm resolve, but...
Again, every time, her trembling lips and distorted face tried to somehow expel the sorrow that had seeped in.
At that, Elizabeth took a step, firmly closed the door of the dwelling, and sat weakly on the makeshift bed, lowering her head.
"Hic... Ugh!"
Elizabeth, the imperial princess of the Ernest Empire.
With that status, she had no right to mourn his death or grieve his death.
But Elizabeth, the woman who had fallen in love with a man named Ferzen Von Schweig Brutein……
And had nurtured those feelings little by little, even though it was an impossible love.
Wouldn\'t she have the right to grieve his death and mourn his passing?
The only remnant of the man named Ferzen left to her was this emotion.
If love was so cruel that she couldn\'t even fumble with this emotion, the world would be too harsh.
"Ferzen..."
As a pillar of the empire and a loyal subject of the empire, he may have been the perfect subject, but…
"Ferzen..."
As a man, he was truly a bad bastard.
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March,
A spring without him.
However, without even being allowed the time to mourn,
The Elmak Empire had arrived, intending to thoroughly tramp on Ernes\' sorrowful spring.