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- Ramona; the former Baron. He (Zorian) lives as if in the midst of the stage lights shining on him -
After several days, Zorian found Baron Ramona's hideout with his wife, Mrs. Ramona. The two now lived in an underground bunker on the border between the kingdom of Savvas and the empire of Fotios.
The two became slaves to the local nobles in order to gain "security" and a place to live in the underground bunker.
A few hours before departure, Zorian had planned a strategy with the vieled force; Group 9. While waiting for news from Itzayana, Zorian stood tall with a confident gaze. The members of the vieled force knelt on one knee as a sign of respect for him.
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Tap, tap, tap... His steps were a little fast but sure. Under the rocky passageway, Itzayana was carried by Zorian like a sack of rice placed on his shoulder.
The sky outside was still navy blue with the beautiful light of the moon shining down, the early morning wind blowing cold... The plants swayed gently...
With the permission of the royal family, Zorian; the mad tyrant, was finally allowed to enter, bringing new madness with him. Of course, the Savvas government knew that Lord and Lady Ramona were traitors and perpetrators of harmful crimes.
The royal family could only resign themselves and be honest with Zorian. Their kingdom was like an ant, incomparable to the kingdoms Zorian ruled. The fear of being trampled by an elephant's foot was very real... Considering that Zorian was not a friendly type.
Zorian, who was still walking along, felt a cotton-like blow hit his back several times.
Having just woken up, Itzayana already felt uncomfortable with her position. She pounded Zorian's back with her tiny fists. Her face was wrinkled with annoyance.
It's still 2 in the morning!!. I (Itzayana) really can't believe it...!! I'm still so sleepy... My eyes still feel too heavy to open...
Itzayana added to her complaint in a mumble, "Your Highness, I'm still sleepy~. Why don't you just leave me in the room...!?"
Without turning his sharp gaze, Zorian replied firmly to Itzayana's complaint, "First, you know details that I don't know. Second, leaving you in the room is tantamount to inviting danger that could happen beyond our expectations."
His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance for the umpteenth time, "I don't want to add to the trouble. Just sleep, I'll kill anyone who dares to touch you other than me."
Who was that!?.
Both of them were silent for a moment, Zorian's hearing became more alert, opening the door to the latest information or signs from the walls around him... Meanwhile, Itzayana closed her eyes again, resigned and ready to sleep. Because Itzayana knew that if she was fully awake, then... The events that were about to unfold would linger in her mind for a long time. Even though she was treated badly, Itzayana still couldn't bear to lose her biological parents... Her thick lips pouted, and Itzayana sighed heavily...
Her heart was truly not ready to lose them... Even after falling asleep, Itzayana would still be able to faintly hear the voices of her parents for the last time...
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"I don't want to...!!"
"Please let me down..."
She whined softly, "... Your Highness..."
"Zori..."
Zorian continued walking...
I couldn't bear to see, hear, or feel the moments of their absence!!. I really couldn't bear it!!.
Tears flooded the edge of the blue pool. The mini waterfall began to fall and wet the clothes Zorian was wearing. "Your Highness..." Itzayana's lips trembled with fear, her whimpers since earlier were truly only considered decorative background noise by Zorian.
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[In other side...]
"Honey, are you sure?!" Mrs. Ramona was anxious, her hands clutching her husband's arms. Her face was contorted with fear.
"Zori---" her words were interrupted instantly. Zorian kicked the iron door of the bunker several times. A tense atmosphere permeated the room where Mr. Ramona and his wife were...
Zorian shouted enthusiastically, "WAKE UP. WAKE UP!!. IT'S TIME TO END THIS NIGHTMARE!!."
"A BEAUTIFUL DREAM ABOVE SOMEONE'S NIGHTMARE IS REALLY DISGUSTING!!."
"The rats are trapped. Ahahaha~~... How impressive and enjoyable this is~~. Ihihihiiii~" behind the iron door, Zorian laughed full of giggles. The center stage lights seemed to highlight his figure as a drama actor.
"H-honey..." Mrs. Ramona pushed her husband forward a little to face Zorian.
"L-let me... I'll do it--" Both of them were startled and shivered. Their hairs stood on end, ice froze them both, cold sweat poured down their bodies.
Zorian... He had managed to break down the iron door with his foot. His gaze was flat and even sharper.
"It's been a long time since you committed a crime, Mr. Ramona. How long has it been since your noble status was revoked!?." He taunted with a polite tone.
"Huh?" Zorian tilted his head slightly, curious and challenged at the same time.
H-- ... Ha...--!!!. Mr. Ramona's gray eyes widened in horror, his eyeballs almost popping out, his body shaking uncontrollably as he stared at fake Rehema, who was still wrapped in his sword sheath. The original Rehema was extremely difficult to summon, which is why Zorian created a replica of the legendary sword with a high difficulty level. The sword will make things difficult for people in various ways, the real sheath of Rehema's sword is also hidden by Rehema itself;
No one knows where Rehema resides. No matter how many "talismans" Zorian possesses, the decision to come or not rests with Rehema. That sword treats humans as "he/she" pleases.
That sword--!!. Get rid of it!!.
Mrs. Ramona gasped, her heart beating faster as her husband's back accidentally bumped into her chest. Her body was shaking just as violently... She took a few unsteady steps backward until she fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but this place is not fit to honor you as a guest, your highness~~..." A wide smile with both upper and lower teeth showing appeared on Mr. Ramona's face.
"H-husband...---"
The blue eyes on Mrs. Ramona's face widened in disbelief, her eyeballs twitching. Her trembling hands clenched into fists.
The sound of footsteps combined with the sound of the faint sound of the tip of the sword dragging across the brick floor echoed silently. Transparent sparks ignited with each of Zorian's slow steps...
Thud—... Mr. Ramona back lightly hit the gray brick wall. Beside him, his wife was sitting trembling.
Animal blood dripped from every scratch created on the floor...
Zorian's lips widened, letting out a suppressed laugh... "Pfft"
His laughter grew wider, his orange eyes tearing through the previous layer, taking over. The orange color of the dawn sky appeared first on the eye-shaped canvas. The more energy was collected, the brighter the color of the eyeball became. From the form of a warm sun at dawn can to the form of a sun with very dazzling rays in the afternoon. "... What are you waiting for?. I'm only here to scare you~~... Ha!. Ahahaha."
"Ahahaha. Ahahaha... How interesting~~." The echo of laughter filled the box. STAPP-- ... Zorian thrust the inactive fake Rehema into the brick wall. The razor-sharp edge of the sword nearly pierced the old man's earlobe.
"Oh, my friend~~. How unfortunate... I'm going to use you to stab this easily broken stone~~..."
"Oh..." Zorian bent down slightly, staring at the baron who was frozen in fear. Zorian's eyes narrowed, his lips curled into a sadistic smile. "Is this what your fear looks like?. You weren't afraid when you hurt humans, especially women... Only now are you afraid?. Ha-ha-ha!!."
"You may have forgotten that the self you are so proud of came from a woman's WOMB. And you belittle the women I have honored?!!."
"... So, let the dark side of me devour you until there is nothing left~~... Why?. Is that a problem?. It's none of my business!!."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Honoring women? Ha-ha. Nonsense, they're weak..."
Zorian's lips whispered. "You're the same, aren't you?!."
A slap as hot as fire turned over the fish that was now grilling on the charcoal. A thin smile landed on his lips, "You... Let the 'dark side' within you take control..."
Zorian began to list one by one the mistakes embedded in his mind along with the punishments imposed for each mistake. "Corruption, harming the people... Devaluing women, patriarchy, hurting women, exalting oneself... Forgetting me. What else?"
Zorian straightened his body as usual, adjusting Itzayana's sleeping posture as well, "What else, huh...?. There are so many...~~"
After pretending to think for a while, "That's right!. The biggest one, in my opinion is torturing my partner~~. Right?. Ihihihi~~."
SLAPPP---... SLAPP---... SLAPP---...
"How many times do I have to flip your cheeks that are slowly burning like a charred fish with smoke on the grill?!!. Hahahaha---... Humans, humans... Unaware of themselves." SLAPP---, SLAPP---, SLAPP---... The two palms repeatedly slapped the twin drums in succession. The longer it is, the hotter it gets, Zorian felt no pain whatsoever
