Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised - Chapter 15

– Ten Long Years

“Close your eyes.” A man whispered to her in a small voice. Old memories suddenly rushed in Ronée’s mind at the voice.

“Don’t look at this horrible sight.” He whispered quietly, but Ronée opened her eyes still. The robes that covered her body were too big for her. When she lifted the hood slightly, the light that had been obscured poured in at once.

“Sister.” The man’s face came to her sight. Ronée stared at his dark blue eyes as if she was gazing at the deep sea. All the noise of the world seemed to be hushed and only one person could be heard. The man’s breath tickled Ronée’s skin.

He, who seemed to be a little weary from running too fast, was the man she had wanted to see for ten years.

“…Nabel.” She could recognize him at a glance. Nabel embraced Ronée’s stiff body. It was a reunion they had been waiting for ten long years.

Ronée’s heart was beating violently. When Nabel felt it, he was speechless. He was thinking about what to say, but he only had one thing in mind after seeing Ronée, who had become noticeably pale and emaciated.

“It’s too late, sister.” A soft voice sighed in Ronée’s ear.

Nabel did not show Ronée the terrible scene. His followers had long since executed the interrogators. He then covered the corpse with the robes that the interrogators were wearing before. The clothes they wore were all black in color so that they could not know their affiliation.

“What the hell are they…!”

“You will be punished!”

Each of the astonished knights added their own words.

Nabel was still watching Ronée as he said, “Wait, please wait a little longer.” Nabel who whispered suddenly turned around. His black hair appeared when he tipped the blue robe’s hood. It was a bright gold hair just a moment ago, but he had changed his hair color with magic.

It was a more familiar figure for her. She wondered how he would have grown, but he grew so suddenly.

Suddenly appearing after ten years, he had become a much taller man than Ronée. There were a lot of scratches on his powerful hands. It was like showing his ten years of hard work.

“Heresy inquisitors?” Nabel looked around at them. They were the ones who wore the sword’s medal around their necks, revealing that they were the Heretical Inquisitor of the United God.

“Those who don’t even recognize the gods?” Nabel laughed at them without remorse. Then he shouted to see if anyone recognized him.

“Isn’t that the slave who ran away a long time ago?”

“Are you a slave?”

A loud voice had spread among the crowd. Nabel laughed.

“Slave.” His voice was cold. To Ronée, it felt like someone else was talking.

“If I truly were a slave, I wouldn’t be your slave.” Nabel raised Ronée’s hand. Her hands, which had been chilled by the cold water, slowly heated up, accepting the heat from Nabel. He then kissed a little above the back of her hand.

Slaves could not dare to look directly at their masters, so it was only polite to kiss them at the back of their hands when expressing reverence. It was a sign that his owner was only Ronée. Even the strangers dressed in black opened their eyes wide in surprise.

“It’s because the surroundings are so ugly that I dare not show them to my sister…” Nabel slowly raised his hand to arrange Ronée’s robe, making the bright sunlight to be obscured by its black hood.

“Would you like to rest a little, sister?” There was a sense of security in his low voice. While touching Ronée’s cold hand, Nabel continued to sweep her cheeks with a wistful face. “If you like, I’ll take care of them later.”

It was still cold outside, much more when she was drenched in water. Ronée nodded briefly.

“I prepared a place to rest in advance.” A quiet voice reassured Ronée. He then escorted her naturally.

“Catch them!” Devant, the captain of the knights, who had yet to come to his senses, was blocked by the men in black clothes. Their faces were covered with a mask and the only thing he could see was their blue eyes.

“You’ll see it soon even if you don’t want to. Do you need to come after me?” Nabel spoke with a cold voice. Taking the white gloves off of his hand, he took Ronée’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. The men in black were startled once again.

“You’ll soon find out what kind of person am I.” Leaving his last words, he led Ronée with perfect courtesy.

In the shadow of Ronée, Bell hid.