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Episode 19

“Hello? We’re old friends, right?”

“…”

As soon as I saw her after a long time, I was speechless.

Duke Clement de Baston, who made my father die with my own hands and brought indelible sorrow and pain to my family.

His daughter, Rose de Baston, was now standing before my eyes, looking down at me with a joyful expression.

-Kuuuk…

My fist is clenched.

Clément de Baston, how much longer does he intend to torment me?

Clearly, according to the contract, you were not to touch me or the Duke of Normandy any more, but you sent your own daughter to me as a slave.

“Hmm…? For a slave, your gaze is too rude?”

She smiled, her blue eyes sparkling, as if she found my attitude toward slavery interesting.

“Why… why have you come to see me? Did your father, the Duke of Clement de Baston, order you to do so?”

“My father? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just came here to buy a slave?”

Rose Young-ae asked me with an expression on her face as if she really had no idea what I was talking about.

But even that expression made me feel sick, as if she and the Duke of Baston were pretending not to see me in order to deceive me.

“…”

“Umm… I think there’s some kind of misunderstanding. Did my father do something to you? Even if he did, I don’t really care.”

This part seems to resemble her father, the Duke of Baston.

“The important thing is that the ‘nobleman’ named ‘Leon de Normand’ is no longer there, and the ‘slave’ named ‘Leon’ is in front of me.”

She said with her sparkling blue eyes, not hiding her sticky desire.

“You’re mine now, Leon.”

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A week before Leon was kicked out of the dukedom, turned into a slave, and sold to Rose de Baston.

Rose de Baston heard that Leon de Normand, a member of the House of Normandy, had committed the crime of murdering his adoptive father, the Duke of Normandy, and had been stripped of his noble title, expelled from the ducal household, and made a slave.

Since she was already collecting news and information about Leon, it was only natural that she would be the first to hear of this shocking news that had spread throughout the noble families, aside from those involved.

‘This is an opportunity.’

A young man with a military might that was at least third-tier, outstanding looks, a maturity and unique aura that did not match his age, the brilliantly shining diamond that he had discovered at the debutante that day was a man who would become the world’s best and only jewel as time went by.

I don’t know why he did such a thing, but what’s important is that the once brilliantly shining gemstone was lost in the filth.

But no matter how dirty and filthy the outside may be, the light hidden within will never disappear.

‘We have to hurry.’

What if some women who don’t know his worth get him before her and defile him?

Or what if Leon, who was sold to a man, just lived as a consumable doing physical labor, and grew old or got sick and died?

Is there anything more pitiful in the world than this?

He was only Rose de Baston, a beautiful jewel that should be by her side, polished and shining brightly in her hands.

I couldn’t hand him over to those who didn’t even know his worth.

Rose de Baston used every means at her disposal to locate Leon, eventually locating the slave market where he was being held.

As if that wasn’t enough, he pressured the slave traders to sell the slaves to him and not to anyone else.

And finally she came face to face with Leon, trapped in an iron cage, his wings broken and falling.

Leon’s eyes were dark with sadness and anger, but it was not enough to hide his sparkle, as his crimson eyes sparkled even in the darkness.

‘Ah, what a beautiful sight…’

A damp and somber feeling began to well up in her chest at the thought of a wounded young lion with broken wings, waiting in the darkness to be sold without losing its light.

I want to make Leon’s wounded body and mind completely mine.

“Hello? We’re old friends, right?”

“…”

Leon’s eyes met mine.

The first thing that came into his eyes was confusion, and after a while his eyes were filled with inexplicable hostility.

He still looked confident, perhaps not yet aware of his situation.

‘That’s why I like it more.’

If she had bowed down to him and treated him like a slave, she would have been disappointed.

From my brief conversation with him, it seemed likely that his hostility had something to do with her father.

If the cause of Leon’s hatred was related to her father, Clément de Baston, there is little she can do to find out for herself.

You’ll have to ask your father directly or hear it from Leon himself.

But that doesn’t matter to her now.

Right now, she may not be able to win his heart by opposing him with anger and resentment, but for now, her body will be hers.

‘You can gain the heart slowly.’

The thought of keeping him by her side and slowly dyeing him her own color made her lower abdomen start to burn hotly.

If I take Leon back to the Duke of Baston, I will polish him into a flawless jewel without a single blemish.

“You’re mine now, Leon.”

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The process of me becoming her possession was so simple.

There was a condition that my life had to be attached to her for eight years, but she readily accepted the condition as if she had no intention of killing me in the first place, and soon the slave trader stamped the contract on my left collarbone with a red-hot iron.

The iron left a hot, bitter contract on my collarbone, and I felt the familiar sensation of chains being placed on my heart.

Finally, with Rose de Baston signing the slave contract, I became completely hers.

“Ah, Leon is finally mine?”

“…I’m not yours.”

“Hoohoohoo… I don’t care what you think. What’s important is that from now on, your body is mine.”

“…”

“Let’s start by getting my title right. From now on, call me ‘Rose’.”

“I hate it.”

It was painful enough to be sold into slavery by the daughter of my enemy, but when she even called me by my name, I felt an unbearable anger boil over me.

[Call me ‘Rose’, Leon.]

My mouth began to move forcibly as she used the contract, forcing her voice into it.

Unpleasant memories came to mind, and I tried to resist them in any way I could, but it was no use.

“Ugh… Lo…”

It’s unpleasant.

I keep remembering the day when I was forced to stab my father with my own hands because of my contract with Clement de Baston.

‘This damn contract.’

The scenes and emotions of that day, which remain as scars that will never be erased for the rest of my life, continue to come to mind.

In the future, she will try to force me to do whatever she wants through the contract.

‘I will never be dragged around the way you want me to.’

-Crack!

” in?”

I chewed my tongue with all my might.

Although I felt excruciating pain, I didn’t stop there and instead used more force to cut off my tongue with my teeth.

-Thump! Crunch!

My half-cut tongue fell to the floor, and blood flowed out from the cut section like a burst dam.

“What the heck is this!!”

Rose de Baston was shocked by my sudden behavior and started to get angry and embarrassed.

The pain of having my tongue cut off was unbearable, but for the first time, I managed to resist the contract.

happy.

Maybe I can’t say anything anymore, but I can’t help but smile because I’m so happy that I resisted the contract for the first time.

“You, you…!”

Rose de Baston hastily picked up my severed tongue, magically processed it, and stored it away, then with trembling hands forced my mouth open to examine the wound.

She stopped the bleeding in my wound with magic and started glaring at me with an angry expression.

[Never harm yourself again.]

Rose, who had prevented my self-harm through the contract, looked at me with a look of anger and resentment.

“Why do you refuse to call my name like that?”

“…”

“Oh, right, your tongue got cut off? Okay, since you don’t seem to have any self-awareness as a slave, I’ll teach you properly from now on.”

“…”

“Don’t even dream of a comfortable and happy life in the future, because you will only be able to find peace next to me.”

It doesn’t matter, no matter what happens, I will not submit to the Duke of Baston.

“You brought this upon yourself, I’ll really ‘educate’ you thoroughly.”

Rose de Baston, gnashing her teeth, seemed very angry that her slave’s tongue had been cut out as she put me in the carriage.

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During the three-day journey by carriage, Rose de Baston had an angry expression on her face the whole time.

Deep down, I felt strangely pleased that I had hurt her feelings by striking the Duke of Baston with a blow.

After a while the carriage stopped and the coachman announced that they had arrived at the Duke of Baston’s mansion.

Rose de Baston got out of the carriage and gave me a cold smile and ordered her servants.

“Call a therapist and reattach this slave’s severed tongue, making it as painful as possible.”

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“Sister Claire, please…”

“No, Alice, this is Master Leon’s last request.”

The day after Alice was kicked out of the Norman Duke’s mansion, everyone who had been associated with Leon, including her, gathered together.

All of them are people who have received great grace from Master Leon.

“Master Leon said that I must not have anything to do with the Duke of Normandy for at least the next ten years.”

As Lord Leon had expected, Alice was trying her best to return to the Duke of Normandy.

However, Claire and everyone else did their best to prevent Alice from returning to the Duke of Normandy.

Not long after, the shocking news reached the Norman Duchy that Leon de Normand had committed the heinous crime of murdering the Duke of Normand.

After hearing that news, Alice said that she would not visit the Duke of Normandy for ten years, as the young master had said.

“I’m sure the master was falsely accused… He will definitely be released…”

And a few days later, news came that Leon de Normand had lost his nobility and been sold into slavery, but Claire kept this news from Alice.

I was worried that Alice might go to the slave trader to find Lord Leon and get captured by the Duke’s people.

“Master, I’ll wait…”

In the dark of night, Alice held the hairpin Leon had given her tightly in her hand, and the tears flowing from her amethyst eyes soaked her pillow.