Since I Don't Know Anything About It, Shall We Break Up, Your Majesty? - Chapter 57

The noise that had been tormenting her stopped in an instant.

He entered deep into her dazed state.

His soft tongue caressed her inner flesh as if scratching, shaking her soul.

Her still tongue began to move.

The one-sided receiving of breath changed to giving and taking.

It wasn’t hurried, but it wasn’t just a gentle kiss either.

The desperation for each other enveloped the two of them.

“……Lumiere.”

Karl called her name in an anguished voice.

Lumiere responded by embracing his neck and surrendering her body to his pouring kisses.

She didn’t want to think about anything.

She just wanted to be comforted.

By this man, this man who said he loved me.

This man who says he still loves me even now.

“My mind is a mess. I don’t know why I’m like this.”

Lumiere whispered in a choked, sobbing voice while panting heavily.

Her body was hot and her mind jumbled as if she had jumped into boiling lava.

A large hand stroked her hair.

The small kisses showering all over her face comforted her.

She leaned on him, sobbing hard without knowing why she felt so sad.

“It’s your fault. It’s all your fault.”

At her incoherent words, Karl embraced her without daring to show a pained expression.

“Yes. You’re right. It’s all my fault. All of it……”

Karl didn’t dare deny it.

However, as if he couldn’t let her go despite that, he pulled her in deeply with desperate hands.

Her sobs transferred to Karl through her trembling lips.

Karl savored and swallowed even her panting as if it were precious.

“Ah, ah…!”

As if they had become one from going too deep, they clung to each other frantically.

Lumiere, who had been sobbing, opened her body fully to embrace him, seemingly unable to bear the intensity.

No, this wasn’t warmth but heat.

An unbearable heat pounded her.

Her whole body trembled from that heat.

Lumiere tightly embraced Karl, who was leaving traces all over her body, exploring it.

“…No, it’s not your fault. It’s not.”

Like someone who had lost her mind, she denied what she had said just moments ago.

Shaking her head, she grabbed his head burrowing deep inside her and repeated that it wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t his fault.

This man was not to blame for anything.

My man, who is as pitiful and wretched as I am, or perhaps even more so.

Karl, oh, my Karl.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s not.”

At Lumiere’s words, Karl embraced her with a crumbling expression.

It was a night overflowing with affection.

More gently than ever before, Karl embraced Lumiere with love.

The night that was so hot it brought tears to their eyes was passing.

* * *

Karl quietly rose from his place and looked down at Lumiere, who had fallen into a deep sleep beside him.

“……”

The faint moonlight illuminated her pale skin.

He examined her neckline with deeply sunken eyes.

‘Why did I only notice this now?’

The neckline with bright red nail marks left, like bloodstains.

Beneath that, older wounds were also visible.

Come to think of it, many of Lumiere’s clothes lately had designs that covered above the neck.

He thought it was because she was very sensitive to cold, but…

Karl gently caressed Lumiere’s neckline and chest area.

“Mmm……”

Lumiere stirred, perhaps feeling a sting.

“Sorry, shh……”

Karl soothed her shoulder gently like he was putting a baby to sleep.

After confirming that Lumiere had fallen completely asleep, he slowly got up.

Karl quietly walked out of the makeshift bedroom next to the studio.

Since they had lost control before they could go down to Lumiere’s room, the two were still on the third floor.

It was fortunate there was a makeshift bedroom for rest.

It was dawn, and as if possessed by a ghost,

They frantically explored each other as if their souls had left their bodies.

Karl willingly shattered and shook her reason several times, as she said she didn’t want to think about anything.

In fact, Karl didn’t need to be asked to do that.

Wasn’t he a hyena-like being who’s always waiting to devour her?

The taste of her skin after so long was so sweet and fragrant it drove him mad, so Karl also wanted to lose his mind.

He desperately quenched his hunger like a child starved for a month.

Every time he tasted her, he felt his airways clearing.

But at the same time.

‘The wounds….’

Every time a layer of her clothes came off, he felt his heart being thrown to the ground.

The bright red wounds on her snow-white skin.

The snow-white body is full of traces of scratching, pinching, and stabbing.

Karl had to consciously pull himself together as he felt himself losing his mind without realizing it.

He held onto his crumbling heart, trying not to show it.

If he showed a surprised look, she would surely become more confused.

He just focused on embracing her.

Lumiere probably didn’t know that his fingertips trembled helplessly several times as he held her.

Karl entered Lumiere’s studio with heavy steps.

Crossing the messy room, he stood in front of a fallen canvas.

His brow twitched faintly as he lifted the fairly large painting.

Karl examined the raised painting very closely.

‘No doubt about it. This is….’

A strange light flashed in his golden eyes reflecting the moonlight.

But how did Lumiere…

“…Know about this mansion?”

He stood there motionless for a long time, staring at the painting.

Outside the window, a hazy dawn was breaking, slightly different from yesterday.

* * *

‘Is Arta alright?’

It was dark all around.

Tamia anxiously looked at the closed door, relying on the faint moonlight.

‘…Quickly, this way!’

The inside of the closed temple was as complex as an ant colony, with numerous rooms connected.

Arta pushed her into the nearest room, avoiding the approaching shadows.

It was a stroke of luck that the door wasn’t locked.

The person who had called Arta narrowly appeared around the corner.

— Priest Arta? How are you here?

— I greet Priest Hardel. I was on an errand for Priest Arcadia, returning through the back garden, when I got lost…

— …This is not a place just anyone can enter. Leave immediately.

Tamia was nervously eavesdropping on their conversation from behind the door.

Fortunately, that moment seemed to pass safely thanks to Arta’s quick thinking.

The unexpected event happened afterwards.

— Priest Hardel, I lost the cord of my identity while I was lost. I seem to have lost it while wandering beyond that corridor, so I’ll just find it and return.

— …Priest Arta. Are you saying you went all the way over there?

— I wandered near that corridor…

— You’ll have to come with me. Follow me.

— What do you…

— From now on, I’ll be the one asking questions. You should answer truthfully with a sincere attitude.

The sharpness in that voice.

It was clear that if they lingered there any longer, strange misunderstandings would only deepen.

‘Arta…’

Tamia listened anxiously beyond the door.

She heard the footsteps of the two people moving away.

The door opened, and the sound of a metal lock being secured was heard.

Only then did Tamia exhale the breath she had been holding and slump down in her seat.

“…Am I trapped?”

The sound of the metal lock at the end seemed to be the sound of sealing off the abandoned temple.

Being trapped wasn’t scary.

Arta said there was an underground passage somewhere in this temple, so if she could find the way, even if it took time, she could escape.

Fortunately, she had her ‘bright eyes’.

But she was worried about Arta.

I hope nothing has happened?

The voice taking Arta away sounded ominous.

‘I hope nothing happens.’

It seemed better not to move rashly, in case Arta might come back here to look for her.

“I guess I’ll wait for now.”

Tamia went to a spot where the moonlight came in well and took out the book from her pocket to read.

‘Exius, Exius… Found it.’

Tamia’s face brightened as her finger traced the letters.