Demon Tribe (10)
The Marquis, who was intoxicated with murder, belatedly thought of it and stared at the second empress. The Second Empress did not ask anything even though she witnessed what the Marquis had done. She seemed to know everything.
Step step.
He’s coming.
The marquis hid by the door and waited for the man to enter the prison. The man who reached the top floor seemed a little intimidated.
He found the prison door open and a woman standing in the middle of the prison. And he saw a man lying down.
Who is it? Marquis?
It doesn’t matter if the man he came with dies or not, but if the marquis died, it would be a big problem. He could not get out of there or get paid.
The moment he jumped into the prison in panic, he was stabbed in the back.
“Ack…!”
The voice was not louder than the Marquis’ concerns. It was as if the pain had taken away even his voice from his body. The Marquis twisted the dagger and dragged the man’s body in front of the empress.
He thought her quietly waiting in the dark was like a vampire, but he approached her without hesitation.
Blood gushed out when the dagger was pulled out. As the hot liquid flowed through his body, the marquis felt alive and young again.
The Marquis stabbed the dagger twice or three more times, unaware of what he was doing. As the man’s body stretched out, the marquis, who put a dagger into his heart belatedly, pulled it out again.
Is this? Is it done?
“…give me, now I can cut the chain with that dagger.”
There was an arrogant voice of a woman who had been ruling over others all her life. Marquis Wenson then came to his senses. Reflecting his head toward her, the Marquis held out his dagger.
Despite his long prison time, the Second Empress’s hands were smooth. The hand clasped the handle of the dagger.
“What’s your family? I’ll give you my power.”
This moment has finally come! Marquis Wenson opened his mouth to the woman in the dark, filled with joy. Their distance was very close because they had to crucify the body in front of it and cover it with blood.
To the point where they can feel each other’s breath.
“Marquis Wenson, Your Highness!”
“Wenson…a historic family of more than 100 years.”
The woman’s voice rang through the darkness as if she were satisfied. As soon as the Marquis raised his head to talk to the woman again, something penetrated his heart.
The marquis’ eyes were wide open.
“Ugh…, kkk, why…?”
“Why? Didn’t you know there was a curse on this chain?”
Despite the mocking words of the Second Empress, the Marquis of Wenson only groaned in pain. The queen thrust her dagger in.
“The third sacrifice should be a ‘murder of a historic family.’ The conditions were troubling me.”
The dagger was pulled out and the blood poured out like a fountain all over the second queen. The queen happily savored the blood, sticking out her handcuffed hands forward.
Click, clatter!
A lump of iron that had long plagued her wrist fell to the floor. She lifted her skirt and pulled off the shackles that had been loosened.
“Oh, my baby, my baby…”
The red lady came into the room silently and whispered. The second empress stared at her abominably, feeling horrified.
When her father, the Duke, sold the Second Empress’ real mother to the Red Lady, she was inside her mother’s womb.
The born child, Kalinda, became the child of the red lady.
She was indeed born as a princess under the Duchy, but the red lady frequently went in and out of her room and whispered, “My child.”
Kalinda was always afraid of the red lady. She thought she might eat her up at any time, and she always had to make offerings for her.
When she was young, she used a maid or servant who didn’t listen to her, and when she grew up, she used a close friend, and she sold her relatives to fulfill her bigger and bigger wishes.
Still, Kalinda struggled not to sell her father and her half-brothers until the end. When Kalinda finally sold them out for her ambition, the Red Lady whispered.
“There’s still an emperor left. Offer him to me and I will grant your greatest wish. I will put this empire in your hands!”
The red lady seduced repeatedly, but Calinda refused. She was already in love with the beautiful emperor to the core.
She couldn’t help but love someone who had strength, power, and even beauty.
Even though he betrayed her.
In fact, it was hardly a betrayal. They were a political marriage, and Kalinda shared him from the beginning.
The emperor insulted them from the beginning by bringing in both the First and Second Emperors at the same time. They were hating each other trying to grab him.
But Kalinda loved him.
Even the moment when all the plans were exposed and life was in danger. But in the end, when her father died and she was imprisoned in the tower, she regretted it for the first time.
Decades passed and slowly went crazy inside the tower, but Kalinda still knew she loved the emperor.
So she couldn’t give up the emperor until her niece brought the news of the crown prince’s engagement.
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