A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 95

He had been waiting for her for a year, and the fact that she was actually the Black Cloak secretly pleased him. It would help him understand why she hadn’t replied to him, even if only a little.

She’s busy. Or perhaps she’s trying to conceal her identity. But not replying because she became someone else’s lover…

Dain forced a smile but decided once again, it didn’t matter.

“Thursday at 3 o’clock. Don’t forget to come.”

Dain excused himself due to fatigue and went up the stairs to the upper floor.

Rosé absentmindedly stared at the drink he left behind, then suddenly felt a gaze and turned her head.

It was Sergi. He was kissing a woman he had personally purchased at the slave market while staring at her. He wasn’t just an ordinary guy.

‘I knew it since he has a f*tish for orgies.’

Rosé gritted her teeth and downed the drink Dain left in one gulp. The strong rum scent burned up her throat.

Meanwhile, Sergi continued to have intercourse with the woman, never taking his eyes off Rosé. That crazy man.

Rosé recalled her welcoming party from a year ago. Even then, Sergi had boldly engaged with women by her side.

As if he was inviting her to join in. If she had accepted back then, it might have caused a critical hit.

But Rosé preferred to go home and have s*x with her fiancés. She was no longer the pitiful transmigrator who begged for abilities from an unworthy man.

The glass continued to be emptied. Many things have changed over the past year. But why? The feeling of being a stranger still lingered.

* * *

“Monkey’s butt is red. When it’s red, it’s an apple. Apples are delicious. If it’s delicious, it’s a banana.”¹children’s rhyme

Rosé, who had been drinking continuously, was completely drunk. Nevertheless, she came outside and waited for Podrick, determined to return to the mansion, since she needed his abilities.

Although most alarms didn’t faze her now, there were a few scary things. One of them was Silvio’s hardcore zone.

Rosé sobbed as she grabbed onto a lamppost. She thought the fresh air might sober her up, but unexpectedly, the ground was moving like earthworms wriggling.

“Monkey butt is fluffy…”

Podrick was nowhere to be seen. Should she go check even if she had to walk stealthily? If she crossed the fence and climbed the wall, she would safely reach her room.

Rosé started walking with a silly smile. But her feet got tangled up. Oh no, she stumbled and swayed.

Thud!

“Where are you off to like that?”

A body that wouldn’t be strange even if it fell flat on the ground was caught mid-air. Rosé raised her head and confirmed the man embracing her waist.

A typical handsome man with golden hair that suited him well. Despite his noble appearance, Sergi only wore cheap suits.

“Call Podrick…”

Sergi lifted the intoxicated Rosé upright and let out a hollow laugh. He had been with women in the room for a long time already.

Had she been waiting all this time to return to the mansion? There was a thorn in his laughter.

“Get on. I know your address too.”

“You don’t… have an invisibility cloak…”

“I don’t have that, but I have keys.”

A key popped out of Sergi’s pocket. It was the key he had stolen from Podrick earlier.

Rosé alternated between looking at the key and Sergi’s face before suddenly asking an unrelated question, emboldened by intoxication.

“Do you enjoy doing it so blatantly in front of people?”

“What?”

“No, that’s not it. You always do it in front of me… as if you’re showing off.”

She even poked at his nose, which she wouldn’t have dared to do under normal circumstances.

He walked around dressed like a beggar but he’s snobbish so he didn’t look like a beggar. A guy with a f*tish for orgies with that kind of face.

“Why? Did it bother you?”

“Ha, not at all.”

Rosé exaggeratedly drooped the corners of her mouth as if she’d heard something she shouldn’t have.

With a disappointed expression, Sergi pulled Rosé’s waist closer to his side.

“What is it?”

“I’m here to take you.”

Before Rosé could scream louder, Sergi put her in the carriage. When his personal coachman asked about the destination, Sergi recited the address he had memorized long ago.

Duke Ramford’s Manor in Bistiman. It had a fancy alias like Blue Rock, but in Bistiman, it was generally known as the Duke’s residence.

“Uh… mmm…”

After acting stubbornly, Rosé finally leaned on his shoulder and buried her nose. Sergi’s lips loosened for a moment.

― No, that’s not it. You always do it in front of me… as if you’re showing off.

To make her think he was worth it. If she knew it was because of his childish heart, what would her reaction be?

Sergi turned his head to the window. With the smell of alcohol coming from the woman, he seemed to be getting drunk too.

* * *

The carriage ran for a little over an hour and arrived at the back door of the Duke’s residence.

Podrick mentioned being blocked, and there were three gatekeepers who lay unconscious in front of the door.

Sergi reached out his hand to Rosé as she got off the carriage. With a hesitant expression, Rosé reluctantly took his hand to avoid falling.

It was early enough in the morning that even the resident servants were in bed, so it wasn’t hard to get to the main house.

Afraid of making noise, Rosé tiptoed up the stairs. Since stealing was the first thing Sergi learned at a young age, he was adept at hiding his presence.

“Haha, thought I got caught.”

Having safely entered the room, Rosé leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the bedding remained undisturbed, it was clear that no one had been in while she was out.

“Is that your taste?”

Seeing whips and handcuffs in the wardrobe, Sergi chuckled and asked.

Rosé just sat on the edge of the bed, looking tired.

“I appreciate you bringing me here, but it’s time for you to leave.”

“You’re cold.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Sergi walked around the room.

As befitting the reputation of the Ramford family, even the dungeon room was magnificent. Looking at the handcuffs made of silver was enough. Such luxuries were beyond what commoners could ever imagine.

“If you had stolen just one thing here, you could have lived well.”

The look in Sergi’s eyes seemed to say, Why didn’t you steal anything?’ making her feel like she was being pitied.

Rosé met Sergi’s gaze with a look that seemed to ask if they were the same kind of person.

“They put me under surveillance. How could I steal comfortably? And when trust crumbles in a loving relationship, it’s over.”

In reality, gaining abilities was more important than money. Her debt would be resolved by working at Pumong, so now the urgent issue was filling up her abilities to call forth the tower.

If she were to steal and then end up divorced, where else would she get the strength and charisma?

“A loving relationship?”

Sergi grumbled as if it didn’t make sense. There’s a limit to being despicable. Rosé’s eyes narrowed.

If every moment she spent with him is good and receiving his affection is good, then what else could it be but love?

Of course, what she liked most was that he was S-tier, which provided her with a large amount of abilities… Perhaps it was her conscience that bothered her about this thought.

“Do noble gentlemen also use whips on their beloved women?”

What Sergi pointed out wasn’t about Rosé’s feelings but about Silvio’s character.

Whips were arranged by type. Even riders going out for horseback riding wouldn’t collect them in such an obsessive manner.

Rosé couldn’t say anything. It was because she herself was the one who made Silvio like that.

By provoking Silvio with her bad behavior, and getting punished when his anger peaked—starting at her calves, then thighs, next buttocks, chest…

Originally, it was for critical hits, but Rosé couldn’t deny that she enjoyed their perverse relationship more and more over time.

“I’m not interested in other people’s private lives.”

Right, other people. Just a means to draw out Lian Mora. Even that has an expiration date after a year.

Sergi turned away with a bitter smile. Suddenly, the newspaper that had fallen on the floor got stuck to his shoe.

Still, tidy up a bit and live on. That was the moment when he jokingly said and picked up the newspaper. Sergi’s expression stiffened as he checked the front page.

“Isn’t that the Monchen Gazette, do you need it?”

Rosé asked, interpreting Sergi’s hesitant expression as curiosity.

After a while of hesitation, Sergi threw the newspaper into the trash. His hand was trembling.

“Well, it is quite shocking.”

Rosé nodded deeply, as if it was a natural reaction.

The First Princess, Ariel, was actually a man and would soon rise above the Crown Prince as the Crown Prince. It was a shocking story even for Sergi, who had no connection to the imperial family.

“If you want to leave, then leave.”

Sergi, who seemed genuinely sincere, handed her the key. With a flushed face, Rosé hid the key behind the dresser.

As he opened the door, he looked back at Rosé for the last time. The faint dawn light illuminated his shabby brown coat and her light blonde hair.

Why? At that moment, Rosé thought of Ariel without even realizing it.

Click.

He left, and the door slowly closed. His face, looking lonely, lingered in the air.

* * *

After staying up all night revising the documents for the Triumvirate, Silvio headed to the third floor as soon as he put a period on the last document.

As he stood in front of the firmly locked door, his hand trembled involuntarily. He was always afraid of opening the door when this moment arrived.

Had she left? He ordered Alfred to hide the emergency key under the pillow, so maybe she found it and left.

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