Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

Close your eyes. A man whispered to her in a small voice. Old memories suddenly rushed in Rones mind at the voice.

Dont look at this horrible sight. He whispered quietly, but Rone 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 mans face came to her sight. Rone 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 mans breath tickled Rones 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 Rones stiff body. It was a reunion they had been waiting for ten long years.

Rones 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 Rone, who had become noticeably pale and emaciated.

Its too late, sister. A soft voice sighed in Rones ear.

Nabel did not show Rone 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 Rone as he said, Wait, please wait a little longer. Nabel who whispered suddenly turned around. His black hair appeared when he tipped the blue robes 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 Rone. 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 swords medal around their necks, revealing that they were the Heretical Inquisitor of the United God.

Those who dont even recognize the gods? Nabel laughed at them without remorse. Then he shouted to see if anyone recognized him.

Isnt 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 Rone, it felt like someone else was talking.

If I truly were a slave, I wouldnt be your slave. Nabel raised Rones 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 Rone. Even the strangers dressed in black opened their eyes wide in surprise.

Its because the surroundings are so ugly that I dare not show them to my sister Nabel slowly raised his hand to arrange Rones 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 Rones cold hand, Nabel continued to sweep her cheeks with a wistful face. If you like, Ill take care of them later.

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

I prepared a place to rest in advance. A quiet voice reassured Rone. 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.

Youll see it soon even if you dont 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 Rones hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. The men in black were startled once again.

Youll soon find out what kind of person am I. Leaving his last words, he led Rone with perfect courtesy.

In the shadow of Rone, Bell hid.