“What is this?”
“I don’t know either. However, since it was for Mr. Bahamut, I put it here.”
“Is that so? Anyway, you’ve worked hard, so you may leave.”
“All right.”
A large box placed in Bahamut’s room caught Isolda’s curiosity. She sent the servants out, keen to explore its contents.
The packaging was sturdy, with odd holes in the wooden box, and a sealed letter lying on top, marked with an unfamiliar dragon seal.
‘A dragon… but different from the anything I am familiar with. Could this be from the Dragona Empire? But why would they send something to him…’
Isolda’s curiosity grew as she checked again to ensure no one was in the room.
Bahamut had other matters to attend to, and Ophelia and Ashbel were with him, meaning she was alone. Rationalizing her actions as part of her administrative duties, she carefully opened the letter and read its contents.
The letter contained unexpected information, prompting Isolda to move urgently, thinking she needed to inform Bahamut immediately. However, her hand froze on the doorknob.
‘No. Hold on…I don’t have to do that…do I?’
Another thought crept into her mind. She removed her hand from the doorknob and slowly turned towards the box, a smile forming on her lips—a smile she hadn’t felt since her days as a villainess.
This emotion, she knew, wasn’t meant for innocent people but was justified in the current situation.
***
A lump of metal glowed in front of her, bringing tears to her eyes.
“I hate it! Stop! Stop it! Please!”
She pleaded, twisting her body in resistance. Her desperate cries were in vain as the metal approached her body slowly and resolutely.
Shreeekkk!
“Arrrrgghgh!”
The terrible pain of burning flesh made her scream.
“No!! Please stop!!!!”
Her voice filled with despair, but the agonizing sensation continued, eating away at her flesh.
Chrrrt!
A cold sensation brought her back to reality. She realized it had been a dream, but her surroundings remained dark, her mouth obstructed, unable to speak.
Voices echoed around her, her body wet and cold. Pain tingled throughout her, especially from a wound on her chest.
Gradually, she felt rough but gentle hands touching her, removing her clothes and replacing them with clean ones. As her blindfold was removed, she saw her surroundings for the first time.
***
In a dimly lit basement, Isolda stood before the large box. She tore it open with an ax, revealing its contents—a person in a more devastating state than she had imagined.
‘Cheh…’
A foul smell permeated the air. It was natural for the “product” to be in such a state after being transported for so long, but seeing it firsthand was unpleasant. The person inside was covered in filth, bound, and gagged.
“Wash her.”
“As you wish!”
At Isolda’s command, the servants acted quickly, cleaning the person, removing the dirty clothes, and dressing them in new ones. Despite the person’s muffled protests, they proceeded without hesitation.
‘This…she must have been through quite a lot.’
Observing the scars and a branding mark on the chest, Isolda guessed the person’s ordeal. Yet, she felt no pity.
‘I can guess how fortunate they are to still have their limbs…’
Once the cleaning was done and the person was in a manageable state, Isolda ordered the servants to leave and removed the blindfold, revealing silvery white eyes.
“Can you tell who I am?”
“Ahhh…argh..agh!”
The person tried to speak, filled with false hope.
Isolda responded with a cold smile, “Yes, yes… wait a moment, I will make it possible for you to speak soon.”
Then she slowly loosened the gag, allowing the person to cough and breathe heavily.
“I never thought we would meet again in a place like this.”
Not long ago, many people, including Isolda, had bowed their heads and paid their respects to Hungarian Princess Leira Matani.
“You… You must be from the Beden…”
“Right, call me Isolda Evergarden. We can the considered as acquainted. Though I’ve never had a conversation with you in person.”
“Yes, you must have seen me in the royal castle! Please, release me! I’m a Hungarian princess! There’s no reason for me to be treated like this…”
Princess Leira’s urgent voice and pleading expression were met with Isolda’s cold smile. “A Hungarian princess… yes, that was definitely the case a few weeks ago. Not anymore, though.”
“What… What are you talking about?”
“Heh…if you ask me what that means…”
Leira’s voice filled with doubt and fear.
Isolda touched Leila’s chin gently and said, “From now on you are my toy.”
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