01. Clear after cancer.

“Yaa~. If you’re gonna do it, hurry up and come. This older sister is eager.”

 

Estelle spread her legs provocatively.

Originally, she wouldn’t have been able to do that because she was tied up, but due to frequent assaults and whippings, the ropes binding her legs had come loose.

 

“Ah. The ropes.”

 

When the priest next to her hurriedly tried to tie the ropes, Aran stopped him.

 

 

“Shingwan-nim. Since her arms aren’t free, wouldn’t it be alright?”

“…Are you sure it’s alright? You’re a man, you know.”

 

He was asking what would happen if Estelle resisted, unable to handle a woman’s strength.

Aran nodded slightly and moved closer to Estelle.

 

 

“Oh my, how merciful. Or did you want to hold my legs and pound away? Come to think of it, have you ever wiggled your hips? Here, let’s see some of your strength.”

 

She spread her legs like an acrobat and wiggled her butt.

Doing such a thing with her vulva so blatantly visible made the priest next to her frown.

 

 

“For a bitch like this to have been a bow general… the Srodia Kingdom’s luck has run out.”

“Aah~ng? What’s with you guys? You’re all horny as hell. Ah, is it different for Shingwan-nim?”

“Get that vulgar ass out of here!”

“Vulgar? Isn’t it more like… luscious?”

 

Even while tied up, she taunted the priest with a dark smile.

What a truly wicked woman, Aran thought.

 

 

“You don’t deserve pleasure.”

“Huh? What was that?”

 

Aran took out the dagger he had been given for protection. When he pulled it from its brown scabbard, the silver blade reflected the moonlight and sparkled.

 

 

“Because of you… I was raped… and I raped Sprue noona. A bitch like you doesn’t deserve to be happy.”

 

“Ha! Trying to repay kindness with evil. Hey. I graduated you from being a virgin, and I graduated that bitch from being a virgin too, so what’s your problem? Seriously, kids these days don’t know how to be grateful.”

“Is that so?”

 

Aran shook off his instinctive fear and revealed only pure anger and hatred.

 

 

“And what’s with that dagger? Why? Are you going to stab me to death or something? Heh heh. You’ve got such little guts.”

“I am going to stab you, but I won’t kill you. I’m just… going to give you back the pain that Sprue noona and I received.”

“Aah-ng?”

 

Finishing his words, Aran dove between her legs. The swaying mass of flesh was tempting, but he didn’t notice it at all.

Rather, it was nothing more than a hateful object that had plunged him into pain.

 

Aran brought the edge of the dagger to Estelle’s thigh.

As the cold edge touched her, goosebumps rose sharply and ran through her entire body.

 

 

“…Wait… you’re not planning on doing something weird, are you?”

 

Aran was staring intently at her vulva.

He was slowly stroking the groove of her inner thigh with the blade of the dagger.

 

 

Something about his behavior was strange.

 

This wasn’t just some idea of stabbing and tearing a woman’s body with a dagger, this was…

 

 

 

 

“It’ll get healed anyway, right?”

 

 

 

 

An undeniable destruction of a woman.

He slightly parted her vulva and plunged the sharp blade of the dagger deep inside.

 

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaack!!!!”

 

A piercing scream.

Spraying blood.

The hot blood that had just come out dripped down the blade, past the handle, soaking his hand, and then beyond, engulfing his wrist and falling to the floor, or flowing down the lines of his hand.

 

 

“Although I wasn’t on the receiving end of the stabbing, so it wasn’t this painful, I think this is roughly what Sprue noona felt when she was forcibly violated.”

 

 

He muttered calmly and twisted the embedded blade. The blade, which had been cutting through the soft flesh and firmly embedded, twisted, tearing and ripping her vagina.

 

 

“Hwaaaaaaack!! Stop!! Stop it!!”

 

Thud.

 

The overflowing blood formed a puddle.

Estelle howled in pain.

 

 

“Did you stop when I told you to stop?”

 

Aran pulled the dagger out with a jerk.

Blood followed its path and splattered.

 

 

“Heoeuk… euueuk…. Stop… stop it….”

 

 

Her composure was gone.

Could it be that she was already exhausted by an attack that was hard to imagine rationally?

It seemed that she felt even more pain than the soldiers’ assaults that had been going on for hours.

 

No, in fact, she couldn’t bear it because she was more afraid of what this crazy person would do in the future than the pain she was feeling right now.

What couldn’t a person who stabbed a knife into her vulva from the beginning do?

 

“No. You’re going to keep feeling this pain from now on.”

 

Aran stabbed the knife in again.

This time, the direction of the knife was different.

Unlike before, when he had stabbed the blade vertically to match the shape of the vulva, this time he laid it down horizontally and stabbed it.

 

 

The vaginal wall, which had not been mutilated, was newly cut away, and Estelle was once again struck by extreme pain.

 

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaack!!!”

 

“Noona, you know, received this over and over… over and over.”

 

It didn’t stop there.

He made reciprocating motions with it.

As if burning,

As if it were his duty.

As if he were the blade, as if he were feeling pleasure.

He made reciprocating motions.

 

Blood splattered everywhere, and high-pitched screams that sounded like she had achieved enlightenment burst out of Estelle’s throat.

 

There was so much blood that the priest next to her stepped in to stop him.

 

 

“W-wait… we need to heal her first. It’s too dangerous in her current state.”

“…Yes.”

 

 

When Aran pulled the dagger out and came out from between her legs, Estelle’s legs fell limply.

 

“Aeu….eu..eu…”

 

Blood was constantly flowing from her vulva, so much so that anyone who saw it would think a spear had been stuck there.

 

The priest quickly chanted a spell and healed Estelle.

The vulva, which had been brutally mutilated, was completely healed.

 

 

The terrible pain was gone, but it was by no means a good situation for Estelle.

 

 

When the priest stepped back and Aran approached again, she said pleadingly.

 

 

“S-sorry, Aran. I was wrong. Don’t do this. Huh? Hit me instead!”

 

Her previous image collapsed, and a cowardly appearance was revealed.

Where had the composure she hadn’t lost even under the assaults of so many soldiers gone?

 

To think that he had suffered such painful days because of a woman like this.

To think that he had been raped and had raped someone precious because of a bitch like this.

What an absurd situation this was.

 

 

“Because of you, one woman’s life has been ruined. That noona will have to live with trauma for the rest of her life.”

 

Aran didn’t bother to mention himself.

Because Estelle would know more about Aran than anyone else.

So he deliberately only mentioned Sprue.

 

Estelle opened her mouth as if she was trying to read Aran’s expression.

 

 

“I was wrong…. I really did something terrible to Sprue too.”

 

 

Those words, which began with an apology and repentance,

 

 

“I was going to give her to the men when we arrived at the village. Being violated by just one person isn’t impactful enough, you know?”

 

Ended with mockery.

 

 

The fearful expression was gone, and Estelle’s eyes were filled with venom and hatred like a viper, and ridicule.

 

 

In the brief moment when Aran was slightly shocked by the sudden change,

Estelle spat in his face.

 

 

Tweh!

 

 

“You’re full of shit. You think some little punk like you stabbing me with a knife is going to make any difference, you moron? You’re crying and whining like something big happened. Don’t do anything cringey.”

 

 

That’s right.

If she was the type of person who would apologize so easily,

She wouldn’t have committed those acts in the first place.

 

 

Aran felt something snap in his head.

 

 

“Uaaaaaaaaack!!”

 

He charged at her with the dagger.

 

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

 

“How is the war situation?”

 

The young queen asked.

Or, to be precise, the young-looking queen asked.

 

 

The 14th Queen of the Srodia Kingdom. Erina Rial Srodia.

With four princesses under her, she had good political sense, strengthening the royal authority and skillfully keeping the power of the nobles from leaning to one side.

 

 

“I am sorry to say, but it is unfavorable.”

 

Prime Minister ‘Laura Harkan von Iliana’ bowed her head and answered.

 

 

Not long ago, the army heading to the front lines with the Vasa Kingdom was ambushed and annihilated, and only about 300 soldiers barely survived out of the 10,000 troops.

 

“The number of troops is a problem, but above all, there is a shortage of elite soldiers and knights.”

“Elite soldiers… knights….”

“Knights are vassals of the lords, so summon the lords you banished.”

 

The queen was lost in thought.

During the past 10 years that she had been on the throne, she had stripped many lords and nobles of their official positions and sent them into exile.

 

 

The problem was that even if lords or nobles were sent into exile, their territories were not given to others. The territories remained as they were, and officials were sent from the home country to manage only the basics, but the elite soldiers and knights, who were the core forces, were mostly taken away by the lords and nobles, so the remaining army was only made up of ordinary soldiers.

 

 

When a lord or noble went into exile, the elite soldiers and knights who followed him naturally went with him.

Even if she called them back to repel the invasion of the Vasa Kingdom, the kingdom would fall into another chaos.

 

 

“Your Majesty. Please bestow your grace. If you do, the country will become prosperous, and we will be able to easily defeat those evil enemies.”

“……Even if I call them back, some territories have already fallen into the hands of the enemy. What will happen to those places? Since their territories have been taken away, they will not think well of the home country or of me.”

“Surely that won’t happen. They are still eagerly hoping to be called by Your Majesty.”

 

It was an unbelievable story, but there was actually such a person.

The poem ‘Imhyanggok’ written by the noble and poet ‘Ea von Huina’ was famous, and there was a time when nobles enjoyed reciting it.

 

 

“So be it.”

 

 

 

 

At that moment, a woman appeared, gently lifting the rustling hem of her dress from one side.

 

From head to toe, even in the smile she wore, she was full of dignity. She was the 2nd Princess of the Srodia Kingdom, ‘Ekaterina Rial Srodia’.

 

Although she was lower in the line of succession than the 1st Princess, she was popular with the nobles due to her brilliant mind and upright character, and many nobles were currently lining up for her.

 

 

 

“The country is in turmoil, and even the help of a single blade of grass is precious. If you bestow your grace and generosity like the sea and give them strength, they will surely fight for you.”

 

 

 

 

Ekaterina smiled slightly and spoke in a polite tone.

 

“What brings you here?”

 

 

However, the queen did not like the appearance of the second princess.

For some reason, Princess Ekaterina had fallen out of Erina’s favor.

 

“I came here to offer my humble help because I thought you were troubled.”

“You should go and practice your swordsmanship. This is a matter for the officials and me.”

“Your Majesty. Are you worried about the situation after calling them together?”

“I told you to leave.”

“Then you don’t have to worry. Send them to the front lines to be used up, and give more power to those who follow you.”

“Your Highness! How can you say such outrageous things!”

“They will also understand. You are forgiving those who have committed a crime once, so how can they not do that much?

Your Majesty, call them to strengthen the defense of the country, and at the same time, eliminate the future chaos.”

“Your Highness!”

“Heuk heuk heuk.”

 

The Prime Minister looked dumbfounded at Ekaterina’s words, and Erina laughed.

 

 

“Alright. You’re right. I’ll call them in.”

“…Your Majesty…”

 

The Prime Minister clearly wanted this too, but the situation was flowing strangely.

 

 

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

 

“Your Highness! Why did you say such a thing!”

 

 

As soon as they came out of the Grand Hall, the Prime Minister questioned her.

 

 

“Aren’t they the ones who follow Your Highness!”

 

This is because Ekaterina’s forces were also included in those whom Ekaterina had told to send to the front lines to be used up.

If they were to die on the front lines, her already weakened forces would become even more weakened.

 

 

“I know. That’s why I did it.”

“Yes?”

 

Ekaterina gave her a slight smile to the one who didn’t understand.

 

“Duke. Trust me. I have my reasons.”

“…Your Highness…”