Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Raven gnawed his teeth at those repeated words of his. He thought of cutting that neck off at an instant. There was even a time when he wanted to actualize that thought. However, he had no choice but to only endure it as his butler had stopped him in earnest, saying that they could not arrange for another doctor right away.

“If she still doesn’t wake up tomorrow, don’t even think that you can live any second longer.”

The doctor’s body quickly stiffened. As he realized that his lifeline had become shorter, huge beads of cold sweat trickled down his back.

“Just a day is too soon. We’ll need at least a few more days to observe the improvement…”

“If you’re asking me to thrash your neck right now, I can do so.”

“Oh no, I see! I’ll definitely concoct the medicine and observe the progress tomorrow.”

He gave a faint sigh as the doctor rushed out with his bag. Everyone who was in the room had been sweating for a while as the room was heated up in order to let Molitia stay warm.

Raven gazed upon Molitia for some time. He had always thought that Molitia spent a lot of time sleeping since the first moment he had met her. It wasn’t his taste to watch her closed eyes. Nevertheless, that was also the reason which made him suspend all work, just to stand right by her side.

“…uh.”

“Molitia.”

“…no, uh.”

Still unconscious, her rasping voice lingered in the air as he held her hand.

“I don’t want to be alone… no.”

“You’re not alone.”

Drops of little tears could be seen forming over her reddish face. As tears clung to her tightly shut eyes, he soon went mad as he felt frustrated.

“What should I do, Molitia?”

“I don’t want to be alone…”

Just like in the midst of purgatory, she uttered words that were incredibly unknown. At first, it seemed as though she was searching for her family. However, her mind was spitting out fragmented words that differed entirely from reality.

‘I don’t want to be alone.’

‘Don’t leave me alone.’

‘Stay with me. I don’t want to die.’

Those words should never be uttered by a Count’s daughter who had grown up without any sorts of shortages. As much as the emptiness within her state of oblivion could not be soothed no matter how calming he tried to be, she still burst into tears in a flurry of rambling about.

Molitia often spoke as if she had forgotten the fact that she was already married. When she grumbled about the cold room, Raven then kept the temperature of the bedroom to be as warm as possible.

But her words weren’t stopping at all. Even though she was sweating profusely, she complained about how the room was still cold.

‘How the hell did you live back at the Count’s?’

Raven pulled a distorted look. He had already known that Count Clemence was operating on the basis of profit and loss. But it was never disclosed that his calculations were also directed towards his own flesh and blood.

Raven was not completely unaware in regards to Molitia’s fragile body. Count Clemence had often used this as an advantage in appealing to the others, so Raven couldn’t help but to take note of this fact.

When Count Clemence had quietly taken out his fortune, he shed some tears as he was supported by his other daughter, Arjan Clemence. This just showed how much effort he poured in for Molitia’s life.

Thanks to this then, Molitia was able to stay alive despite being chained to her deathbed since childhood. Everyone who had participated in society even if it was just with only two women, at least once would know about this.

All thanks to the Count’s sincere care. Raven had also known that the praises for Arjan Clemence were sung for it not to be a disappointment.

However, listening to Molitia’s current situation, he could ascertain that everything wasn’t all of that at all. Neither the utmost care nor even the cordial nursing was ever done for her.

A wave of unbearable anger was bubbling inside. Raven unintentionally squeezed her small hand. As Molitia’s hand had quickly reddened, he straight away loosened his grip.

‘It’s my life, but I’ve never made a decision.’

He suddenly recalled her words when he first had met her. Would she have chosen someone else if he wasn’t the one by her side? Wouldn’t she have opened her body to someone other than himself?

He couldn’t stand still at that thought of his. Only by slaughtering and shredding the empty image could he feel it released from his head.

His mind was in a muddle. At the end of their marriage ceremony, she had become a bride who could not bear the pressure surrounding him.