The Tyrant Covets The Slave -R19 - Chapter 31

Beher hurriedly began treating the old man. She wrapped the cloth that was around her hand so that the magic would feel different. The smoky atmosphere was now much more hidden.

 

“Are you a priest?

 

The old man, who had calmed down, looked at Beher.

 

Mysterious red hair, luxurious dress. He seemed to have mistaken her for a priest.

 

In the Horn Empire, priests were a symbol of wealth. They were skilled in healing. Long ago, when there were many wizards, they were a symbol of poverty, but now that there were no more wizards in large numbers, they were more important and supported.

 

The old man’s wrinkled eyes fluttered in disbelief that such a being was healing his leg.

 

“…. yes.”

 

Beher wondered how to introduce herself. After all, it was better to introduce herself as a priest. If she said she was the Grand Duchess, she might attract people’s attention.

 

However, there was no time for greetings in an emergency.

 

The old man, whose pain was gradually easing, relaxed his contracted shoulders. Beher took her hand off the man’s injured leg.

 

Surprisingly, the leg, which was about to be severed, was still attached properly. However, it was not perfect and had to undergo passive treatment soon.

 

The old man looked at Beher in awe. Then he wiggled his leg and bowed down to express his gratitude.

 

“Thank you. Thank you very much. Priest, I will never forget your kindness.”

 

Beher received his thanks with a nod of her head instead of a reply.

 

The impression was brief, and those who mistook her for a priest gathered around for treatment.

 

Beher did not refuse them. As long as she was a Grand Duchess, they were her people. She was grateful to be able to save people with this little trick.

 

‘I feel nauseous.’

 

She was still not used to seeing blood, but she swallowed the unpleasantness and treated them.

 

She didn’t want to see anyone die anymore.

 

When she was in the Vitan Empire, her father did not like to save people. Therefore, Beher secretly treated the people of the empire. As it was now, she was called a priest from another country.

 

Beher healed people who were injured in a landslide. She had been working for a while when someone suddenly approached her with one knee bent beside her.

 

It did not look like someone who had been injured in any way, but someone who had come to offer assistance. But an immediately audible voice caused Beher to stop her treatment.

 

“Lady Beher….”

 

It was a cautious voice. Beher turned her head to the side to see who it was.

 

“….. Ben.”

 

“Let’s talk for a moment.”

 

Something of a still, patient voice. Beher didn’t have to think too hard to know what the reason was.

 

She removed the cloth on her hand and dropped it to the ground. After asking another person to take over, Beher followed Ben.

 

They came to a low hill. Ben was more wary of his surroundings. She saw his gaze go to one place in particular.

 

“What’s wrong, Ben?”

 

“I should ask you that question. What on earth are you doing here? Surely you were at the mansion.”

 

Ben’s face wrinkled. His tight lips trembled. He looked terribly angry.

 

“Is that really such a surprise? I came on horseback.”

 

Beher looked at Ben rather strangely, as if he were exaggerating over a trivial matter.

 

“That’s not what I meant. If His Highness sees this…. ah.”

 

He scattered his hair wildly, as if he had a headache.

 

“It won’t change just because he sees it.”

 

Beher could roughly predict what Ben was worried about. He was afraid of the wrath of the Grand Duke, who did not like to go beyond a certain range.

 

There was a way to keep someone alive. Beher did not want to miss it.

 

“It’s trouble.”

 

“It’s trouble if Sir Ben stops me.”

 

The two were in a war of nerves.

 

“The lady is a Grand Duchess.”

 

“I’m doing this because I’m a Grand Duchess.”

 

Beher said, glaring at Ben. How could she not help them when she had the ability? Beher couldn’t understand.

 

Ben tirelessly tried to convince Beher. No, he used Lucai to threaten her.

 

“His Highness only wants you to touch precious things. If he needed a priest, he would have visited the cathedral in the first place.”

 

Beher’s eyes lit up. She thought of someone who had held her hand. Beher told him firmly.

 

“Sir Ben. A seat in the Grand Duchy is not a seat to rule over anyone. It exists to help the weak with the power and strength I have.”

 

“But……!”

 

Ben tried to argue something, but stopped at Beher’s reason.

 

“Are you asking me to sit back and watch them suffer while touching extravagant jewelry? Is that really the kind of person that Sir Ben, or rather the people of the Horn empire, want to see in power?”

 

“…….”

 

“No. His Highness made me Grand Duchess. And I will use that power as I see fit.”

 

Despite the dust all over her dress, Beher’s dignity was not hidden. Ben stared at her in a daze. She looked like the red-haired fairy in the myth, like a knight fighting with a sword. Beher looked beautiful and regal.

 

“Do you have any objections? Sir Ben.”

 

Beher asked once more. There was nothing more to say.

Ben could not object any more. Surely she was playing the role of a righteous saint. That was not a bad thing. But if she was harmed, he had to stop it.

 

“Lady Beher….”

 

 

“Beher? How the hell did you get here?”

 

Lucai, who had found Ben and Beher before they knew it, approached them.

 

Ben’s mouth was tight shut. For some reason, Ben’s face looked unusual.

 

“Your Highness.”

 

Ben greeted Lucai first. His red eyes looked down at Ben coldly. He clearly looked angry. Ben got out of the way.

 

Beher did not flinch. As long as it didn’t interfere with the contract with her, it didn’t matter what she did.

 

Besides, she used her own body anyway she wished. There were no further concessions to be made.

 

Only the two of them remained behind a quiet hill.

 

Beher looked up at him. She didn’t do anything wrong. No reason to be discouraged.

 

“I’ve never sent a carriage before, so how did you get here?”

 

Lucai looked at Beher suspiciously.

 

Come to think of it, he didn’t know she could ride a horse. That might be a clue to her true identity, but it wasn’t that outrageous anyway.

 

“I came here on horseback.”

 

“A horse? Who gave you a ride?”

 

The look in Lucai’s eyes was horrifying. It was as sharp as a knight in the face of war.

 

“No one. It wouldn’t damage the relationship between you and me. Why would you want to know who gave me a ride?”

 

Lucai easily lost his temper at her brazen behavior.

 

“Why are you acting so brazenly? So you meant you rode the horse here yourself?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Beher nodded. Meanwhile, Lucai’s eyes scanned her body. Beher flinched at the gaze as if he was touching her body.

 

He seemed to be looking for traces of the horseback ride. He did not have to search long to see those traces.

 

He could see the horse’s hair still attached to Beher’s cloak.

 

“You could ride a horse.”

 

Lucai looked at Beher with an interesting expression. Then he suddenly grabbed Beher by the waist and cornered her on a hard stone.

 

Ah.

 

“Wait a minute.”

 

A cold surface touched her back. Lucai’s large hand wrapped around her head to keep her head from hitting the stone. Her body was pulled toward Lucai.

 

“You’ve come to dangerous places without fear.” (Lucai)

 

“You are the one. You could die under a pile of dirt.” (Beher)

 

Beher’s red lips replied to him.

 

He must have been pushing her on purpose to scare her. But she didn’t miss the desire expression in his eyes. But this was a public place, Beher could be more arrogant to him.

 

“Ha, do you want me to die?” (Lucai)

 

Was it a question that he asked for her sincerity? Beher wondered.

Meanwhile, his gaze seemed to stick to her face like a flame.

 

“……If you die, the property will be mine.” (Beher)

 

Actually, Beher didn’t want much. A fortune would help in establishing an army, but if she were to proceed with that work with the Grand Duke’s fortune, she might attract the attention of other nobles. Beher wanted to refrain from doing so.

 

Everything must proceed in secret.

 

Lucai’s expression became strange. It didn’t look like he was in a bad mood. Beher wondered what was in his head.

 

“Then you can kill me. Will what is mine really be yours?” (Lucai)

 

“…….”

 

Beher never thought Lucai would even joke about dying. She opened her eyes in surprise. Lucai’s red eyes had become cloudy.

 

‘What is it? Why does he look like that…’

 

”Yeah. I might feel better if I just died.” (Lucai)

 

Was he serious? He gripped Beher’s hair tightly in his hands. He didn’t pull, so it didn’t hurt.

 

“Go back.”

 

“I don’t want to…”

 

“Or should I eat you right here? It wouldn’t be a bad idea to enjoy the outdoors.”

 

At first Beher thought he was joking. But the tips of his lips rose mischievously.

 

Beher felt that smile was threatening.

 

“Now what are you going to do? Do you want to be swallowed by a snake?”