Chapter 14
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" What?"
The guard Ferma was furious after hearing my last rude words. Her pride as the daughter of a prominent family and her ambition to become a powerful guard who would soon graduate from the continent's prestigious guard academy would not allow her to accept this insult. She only needed to complete her current assignment before finishing her academic duties and achieving her ambitions.
I smiled and said sarcastically:
"Yes, you hateful whore, I'll send you to serve the village peasants!"
But how stupid of me to say those words. I realized my mistake too late and tried to back away quickly, but her hand was faster than my slow movements. She lunged forward with lightning speed and punched me hard in the stomach.
The guard Ferma said coldly:
" Ruthvien, if you dare say that again, I won't just give you a light punch."
I took a deep breath and said in a low voice that was barely audible:
" Is that a light punch? Damn you, you flat-chested bitch!"
Guard Ferma stepped forward and lowered her head close to my ear so that I could feel her hot breath on my skin. She whispered in a low, threatening voice so that no one else could hear us:
"I know very well that you want to die, but you will never get what you want from me, no matter how much you insult me. You are the one who will suffer at my hands, beaten so badly that you will wish for death a thousand times a day."
I laughed sarcastically and said:
"You idiot, I already want to die, so go ahead."
The guard, Ferma, sighed in exasperation and walked away from me with quick steps. She didn't understand my obsession with death, and I bet she was wondering why I wanted to die so badly after what had happened earlier, but let's save that story for another time.
I stood up slowly, adjusted the new clothes I had just put on, and returned home without buying any fruit.
Luckily, no one was around to witness this spectacle. After all, I am a charismatic person who must appear at my best in front of others. What would people think if they saw me being beaten up by a girl?
After returning home, I began to think about plan B. Despite the severe headache that began to plague me due to the complexities of this plan, it seemed to me to be the best way to achieve my goal at the moment.
I started preparing the drawings and letters, written in beautiful handwriting, which I had practiced in order to leave beautiful and elegant suicide notes. After all, what was the point of dying in silence without leaving beautiful words behind to congratulate myself on my imminent success?
"Cleara!"
I shouted loudly, calling for the maid, but I didn't hear her hesitant footsteps as usual.
"Where did that girl go? Did she get upset about what I sent her to do yesterday? But Sergia didn't do anything to her!"
I wondered to myself as I changed my dirty clothes and threw them in front of the bathroom basket, leaving my small room to go downstairs to look for her.
"No, no, why? Let me go! Get away from me!"
Suddenly, I heard screams mixed with hysterical crying coming from the small bathroom at the end of the hallway. I rushed forward and kicked the door hard until the lock broke.
"What's going on, Cleara!"
I shouted loudly after entering the bathroom, thinking that an intruder had broken into the house and was trying to attack my beloved Cleara.
"Kyaah! Young master?"
Cleara covered her mouth with her hand and screamed in panic when she saw me break down the door and rush into the bathroom.
I quickly scanned the small bathroom with a sharp eye, but found no one but Cleara, who was trembling in the corner like a little bird.
"Why were you screaming like that?"
I looked at her angrily as my eyes fell on the pieces of cloth scattered on the floor. She had obviously been crying a lot.
Cleara panicked and backed away further, whispering in a trembling voice.
"I-I'm in a play, and I was practicing my part so I wouldn't mess up!"
"Play? You're a failed actress, Cleara. If you have something to say to me, say it to my face. There's no need to talk to the innocent mirror in front of you. After all, I pity the woman who has to see your ugly, tear-stained face.
I sneered coldly as I left her and left the dirty bathroom so as not to stain my clean, beautiful clothes.
Of course, I know very well that she wants to yell at me and blame me for what I did, and maybe even punch me, stab me with a sharp knife, cut off my limbs, and feed them to the stray dogs in the village. But who am I? I am her handsome master, and she is just a lowly servant under my command!