‘If I were afraid of this, I wouldn’t have even started my revenge.’
Ariella slowly closed her eyes, wondering how she could use the bruise on her face.
But for some reason, she felt no pain on her face even as time passed.
Thwack!
A loud impact echoed in her ears.
Suddenly, a familiar scent brushed past her nose.
‘Could it be.’
It was an unfamiliar situation. Thump, thump. Feeling her heart beat fast with anticipation, Ariella opened her eyes wide.
“Oh my! Young Master David!”
What caught her eye first was David, sprawled out on the street. He was unable to even scream properly from the excessive pain, and his limbs were trembling, making him look very unsightly.
And in front of her stood a large man.
“I’m sorry, Ariella.”
Today’s appointment, who had arrived forty minutes early and found her here. Nobert.
“I couldn’t keep my word that I would only do what you allowed.”
Crack. A chilling sound came from his hand, which was full of bulging veins. But that was not the only terrifying thing.
His red eyes, which did not lose their light even in the dark alley, were full of murderous intent. It was a look of madness, half-crazed with anger.
A chilling sense of intimidation overflowed from every gesture and breath, and even madness was evident in his eerie expression.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it in the future either. Please forgive me.”
With those words, Nobert strode towards the fallen David.
Dante hurriedly stood in front of him to protect his master, but what was this? The Duke of Roysther was much more terrifying than he had expected.
With each step closer, he felt his legs stiffen.
‘Is it right for me to risk my life to protect such an arrogant brat?’
The answer to that was obvious. He was an opponent he could not win against, no matter how sincerely he fought. If he was going to be punished for failing to protect his master anyway, it would be better to protect his own body while being punished.
Dante quietly stepped aside and moved out of Nobert’s way. It was fortunate that he could at least run away with his trembling legs.
“Ugh, ugh, huh…!”
Meanwhile, David, having lost even the only knight who could protect him, groaned in pain.
It felt like he had been hit in the face with a hard, large rock. No, he had never been run over, but he felt like this was what it would feel like to be hit by a carriage. The world was spinning, and hot liquid poured down from under his nose.
‘Is this really a human fist?’
His head was throbbing with pain. Tears streamed down his face, wetting his numb face.
He never knew being punched could hurt so much.
Fearing the Duke of Bedford, he believed that there was no fist in the world stronger than his father’s, but today he learned that it was a lie.
“Nobert!”
Nobert, who had been moving forward without stopping, suddenly stopped. It was because a small, slender hand had grabbed his sleeve.
“Wait, just wait a moment.”
He grimaced and gritted his teeth.
He knew.
He had a good idea where the scars on Ariella’s legs came from, and who the culprit was, whom he would gladly chew up and spit out.
He was furious at the fact, and wanted to kill all those who dared to lay a hand on her, but Nobert endured it. Because Ariella had not given him permission.
His anger could not take precedence over Ariella’s wishes. Revenge was her right and privilege, and to take it away arbitrarily was no different from plunder.
So he had to be patient. No matter how angry he was and how much murderous intent he felt, he had to.
Nobert made that resolution, and thought he could keep it.
But the moment he saw David Bedford swing his fist at Ariella with his own eyes, he realized.
‘I can’t stand it.’
He had to kill David Bedford. Without waiting any longer, he had to kill him now, with his own hands.
“No.”
But what held him back was once again Ariella’s small, soft touch.
Nobert, who had stopped abruptly, clenched his fist tightly. He knew he had to follow her words, but his head was going crazy with extreme anger, and her voice was drowned out as his gaze kept following David.
“Not continuously…”
As if sensing his state, Ariella continued in a calm voice.
“I’ll allow you one more hit.”
Only then did Nobert’s gaze leave David and turn to her.
As their eyes met, Ariella added with a faint smile on her lips.
“But please, make sure he can still move.”
How could there be anything Ariella couldn’t do?
Nobert couldn’t help but admire her ability to tame even his beastly desires so wonderfully.
