Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

That day, he decided to die. While everyone else was asleep, Ferdinand took out a piece of plate. Though it was worse than a sword, the sharp debris might be enough to just break his pulse.

Just close those eyes and draw it out. It was at that moment when Ferdinand’s trembling hand was facing against his own wrist.

The iron door, which had been heavily closed, suddenly opened. Ferdinand was surprised as he quickly hid the piece of plate, but he couldn’t hear anything from the outside.

Neither the guards nor any prisoners could be seen. There was absolutely nothing but the door itself, where it clearly appeared that someone had opened it intentionally.

‘Is it Father?’

Ferdinand’s face immediately brightened up as he thought that his Father, who couldn’t really forget his only son, had provided him with the last way to live.

He carefully pulled himself out of the prison and there was still no one to suppress him at all.His suspicion was then convinced when he didn’t notice any of his hands sanctioned even when he was running alone along the dark hallway.

‘I’m alive!’

Who knew that this kind of opportunity would finally arrive after a long struggle? Ferdinand was utterly delighted.

It was a piece of cake to regain one’s previous life as long as he went outside. The first thing to do was to grab enough money and create a whole person.

Then, he would curse the Duke of Linerio who made him this way. He would have to cut off the Duke’s head and shove it inside that bitch’s hole right in front of himself.

There was a lot of work to prepare for that. It was the time for him to make a list one at a time while remembering those who had followed him before.

“Ferdinand.”

It was a sudden chilling echo. Out of the blue, a voice unexpectedly revealed itself in the dark before grabbing his arm.

“Who, who is it?”

“You know who I am very well.”

Ferdinand was intimidated by the slow appearance. Frightened, he shook off his arm, but contrary to his own behaviour, the hand had dug even deeper.

“Did you enjoy your short liberation?”

“What—and? Then, it’s…”

“I’m the one who prepared this. Who would actually try to help you? You’ve lost everything and already become a petty bum anyway.”

“Well, no way! Father! Where is he and why are you the one who’s here!”

Unable to believe the reality that was just ahead, he began to flee. He denied Raven and repudiated the whole reality. Looking at Ferdinand who was struggling like having a seizure, he drew out his sword.

“Ahhh!”

An exact streak of blood began flowing from the sword that had stabbed him right in the palm of his hand.

“You touched my wife with these hands.”

“Argh! My hand—my hand!”

At the same time, his strong fist had hit Ferdinand in the face. Blood flowed from his nose without any defence at all.

“You tried to put my precious wife within those dirty eyes.”

As he trod on the floor in pain, Raven trampled his heels right on his groin. Ferdinand’s back immediately squirmed in excruciating pain.

“You didn’t even hesitate to do anything crazy by cursing my wife with those disgusting desires.”

Ferdinand’s tremors, which seemed like a fluttering fish at the water’s edge, were incessant. Seeing that Ferdinand had just lost his mind after those sufferings, only then did he lift his foot.

He then continued to say in a cold tone of voice after shaking off a couple of times as if he had stepped on such a dirty thing.

“Stop the bleeding and bring him here. He has to live a terrible life that he would rather beg to be killed, but you can’t let him die easily like this.”

“Okay.”

Those behind him immediately hauled Ferdinand up. Ferdinand, who had vomited blood, shouted at the top of his lungs but no one even listened to him.

Since then, not a single soul had ever seen Ferdinand.

* * *

Molitia stayed a little longer at the Marquis for a better balance for herself.

She wanted to leave right away, but what she needed most was stability itself. Raven was then forced to put off leaving the Marquis’ for a while at the words of her doctor, who repeatedly enunciated that the first thing would be stability, second thing was still stability and the third thing would definitely be stability as well.

However, it was not just about staying behind.

Raven contacted the Duchy and eventually made most of his knights stay behind with the Marquis.

At the party, people were prevented from carrying weapons and bringing private knights for everyone’s safety, but the mansion was a tad different. The knights whom he brought had made the atmosphere at the Marquis’ take a worse turn, but Marquis Werner no longer had any right to stop it.

It was something that could be said when there was no more shame. The Marquis had no other choice but to overlook most of the Duke’s actions and he couldn’t raise his head towards Raven properly anymore.

Under Raven’s ironclad protection, Molitia was gradually stabilized. Her condition was stable, but she constantly fell into an endless sleep every so often.

She repeatedly went to sleep right after eating. Just like a person who slept all the time, Molitia snuggled into the blanket even further.

As he might interfere with her rest, Raven didn’t sleep near Molitia. Nevertheless, he got a room of his own right next to her and slept there separately.

An unpremeditated life in their own rooms started taking place for the first time over at the Marquis’. Raven watched when Molitia fell asleep for a while and Molitia said nothing about him at all as well.

It was a bizarre circumstance, but no one had talked first.

It was even more so since both of them had known each other so well. If one were to open their mouth, this peace would break at once. Days went by like treading on thin ice, which one could never know when it would shatter.

A week eventually passed ever since the doctor told her that she would regain stability over time. Raven then proceeded quickly when word had fallen that she still had to be careful, but at the very least, she could move.

The preparations in order to leave for the Duchy were immediately made. Everyone was busy packing, but Molitia had been the only one who was different.