Chapter 675-2 Helena, the Tragedy of the Past
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I’m so glad I met Baron Foct’s standards~. Now, just like we agreed, I’ll be your second wife…”
(Baron Foct, huh…!)
Everything clicked into place when Deborah said that.
She once planned to sell Helena to this Baron as his mistress.
Remembering that made her want to puke, but she couldn’t fight back in this situation.
* * *
What came next was pure hell.
Her clothes were ripped off roughly, and Baron Foct’s sweaty hands crawled all over Helena’s skin.
Goosebumps wouldn’t stop as she felt his tongue licking her private parts.
He shoved his ugly desires inside even though she wasn’t wet… enduring the burning pain, Helena just gritted her teeth and trembled with shame.
Then, a loud noise came from the next room.
A loud *thump* as something fell.
Then, Delro’s panicked shout.
”Damn it! This guy… he did it himself…!”
”Helena! You don’t have to worry anymore! …Fight…!”
Her master’s voice, even though it was twisted with pain, reached Helena strongly.
A flash went through Helena’s head.
(No way… Master!?)
Her master must have cut his own throat with a dagger, covered himself in poison, and died to free Helena.
The moment she imagined her master’s resolve, Helena’s anger reached its peak.
An unstoppable power welled up from the depths of her heart.
”Herculean Strength!”
Magic she was training.
Helena shouted the spell like a roar, even though she’d never succeeded before.
Then she ripped the Bind and grabbed the ugly man who was on top of her.
The next moment, she lost consciousness…
* * *
”Master! Master Renate!”
When she woke up, Helena was holding her master’s body, which was getting cold, and desperately kept calling her name.
Helena’s voice trembled, and tears ran down her cheeks.
”Run away, Helena… Run away…”
The master’s voice faded away like threads carried off by the wind.
The deep wound in her throat was proof that she had cut her own neck with a dagger.
The poison must have already spread throughout her body.
Gradually, the light was fading from her eyes…
Looking around, Delro, Cougar, Baron Foct, and Deborah──everyone was sprawled on the floor.
Their necks were twisted unnaturally, clearly already dead.
(This… I did this…)
She chanted ‘Herculean Strength’ like she was in a frenzy.
In her rage, Helena twisted everyone’s necks with her own hands.
And then, the moment the master’s body completely went limp, the front door burst open.
”I heard there’s a fighter named Nerelle here, but what in the world is going on!?”
That voice marked the meeting between Helena and ‘Rose Hip’.
* * *
(Hiroya’s POV)
”…So that’s what happened…”
After the intense first round, I met Helena a third time.
We lay on the bed, and I listened to her past.
The cold sheets felt so different compared to her warm skin.
”Captain Simona──the current adviser──came to recruit Helena (me) into the clan. While comforting a crying Helena, she listened to what happened and made sure to cover up the incident.”
”…Typical Simona. If it becomes known that she killed a Baron, no matter the circumstances, she’d end up hunted by the kingdom.”
Apparently, ‘Rose Hip’ mobilized the entire clan to cover this up.
Since the Baron’s trip to Mundo was supposed to be secret, they ultimately recorded him as missing in the Royal Capital.
”Since then, Helena decided to dedicate her whole life to ‘Rose Hip’.”
”That’s all good, but do you have any intention of dedicating a little to me?”
”Ah…♡ Of course, Mr. Hiroya too…♡”
Our lips met, and a passionate kiss unfolded.
The fifth round had now begun.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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