The daughter of Marquess of Bailey, who used to be a model student, kissed an arena slave!
Dozens of girls were itching to break the news, moreover, they all had three to four maids and guards. As such, the rumor had spread faster than the wind. Perhaps before the end of the day, all the nobles in the capital would conclude Lady Laviore Baile to be a lewd woman.
"Whew."
Compared to the scale of the accident that she just made, Lara's heart was calm. Even Lara herself thought that she would be antsy and anxious, but it turned out to be nothing much. As expected, the answer was not to hesitate but to think about it after committing to it.
"Hey."
Lara entered the room that was assigned to Demian.
Maybe because it was a place where the nobles came and went, but the facilities were good, even though it was just a slave's room. The bedroom and bathroom were separated, and in front of the partition was a luxurious sofa dedicated to the Master Lady. Lara did not sit on the sofa. She stood in the middle of the room with her arms folded, looking at Demian in a defensive position.
"Why did you do such a thing…"
No. It was Lara who brought her lips first, he only gave his response. And although his approach was a bit aggressive, he might not want the contact in the first place anyway.
"Why?"
Demian asked her.
He sat on the sofa that was dedicated to the Master Lady and sat loosely like a beast. He still did not take off his armor. Lara who had nowhere to look, looked slightly over his shoulder.
"Nothing."
Lara, who was about to say something, just kept her mouth shut. She did not want to talk to him about their kiss. Actually, there was nothing to talk about. She wanted scandal, and without knowing anything, Demian made the most perfect ending that she wanted.
So, rather than be angry, shouldn't she thank him?
Lara's action had also raised a question.
It was baffling for Lara to not be angry even though Demian took her lips and mixed his tongue with hers as he pleased. Every time she swallowed her saliva, it felt like his tongue was still in her mouth.
Lara felt a dull pain left in her heart, the problem was it came as a thrilling pleasure.
So one can still feel pleasure even if they do something like that with someone they do not love.
Lara concluded so.
This is normal, I'm sure everyone is the same. Perhaps that guy is a superb kisser.
She searched for him because she wanted to make atonement for what she had done to him. But they ended up kissing when they did not know each other. It was something that she could not even imagine in her previous life.
As Lara remembered, Demian lived alone throughout his mid-30s. There were no rumors about him, so it was unlikely for him to have a lover. He stayed alone even after he became the king of the lawless area.
Lara once doubted that Demian might love her since he was someone who went to fight in the terrible war so as not to be hated by her. So it wasn't just her, but almost everyone had misunderstood him. But now she could not know the truth, because the Demian in front of her was not the same as the Demian back then.
"Demian."
"What?"
"I will pay the price for you."
"Why?"
"So that you can be free."
"Your reason?"
He was a man of very short words.
Prince Sidhar was a man of lengthy words, so much so that he did not even give a chance to talk back. But Demian was the type to simply cut his words short and wait for Lara's reaction.
Anyway, reason? Does he need a reason to be free?
"Demian."
Lara realized she did not ask him the most important question.
"What do you want?"
This time, Lara asked a question and waited for him. Demian did not open his mouth easily, though he did not ignore her question. He was just lost in thought for a very long time with an expressionless face.
When he finally opened his mouth, his answer was…
"I don't know."
"What?"
"I don't know what I want. I have never decided anything like that."
"What do you…"
"That's what it means to be a slave."
Lara was speechless.
After listening to him, Lara opened her little mouth and shut it up again. She wanted to ask him what he meant, as there was no such person who did not know what they wanted. Even a slave at least had basic desires and a goal to achieve. However, suddenly, her appearance was reflected on his face.
A doll that was full of lies, made by her father and the prince; it was the fake saintess. In her past life, Lara did as she was told without knowing what she really wanted.
What's the difference?
That man who was born a slave, who wandered around and lived on the battlefield, and herself, who was born a noble but had no free will
Hideously, they resembled each other.
"Do you want to live?"
"Do I want to live? Aren't I living because I'm alive?"
"Then, do you want to die?"
"If I die, then it can't be helped."
"Is there any place that you want to go?"
"No."
Lara felt like she was suffocating. Holding her hands tightly together, Lara kept asking him. What did he want to eat, what did he want to have, was there anyone that he wanted to meet, was there any skill that he wanted to learn. Lara even asked him if he wanted to be in love, or if he wanted to hold a woman, or if he wanted to start a family.
Or maybe there was someone he wanted to take revenge on.
"No."
But there was none.
There was really none.
While giving Lara the same answer over and over again, he looked totally unfazed. Rather, with just his tone of voice, it was as if he was questioning Lara why she was asking such boring questions. Eventually, Lara quickly realized that his man was not normal.
"Why did you come to Hautean?"
"Someone asked me to come here."
He responded flatly.
"He said I can make a lot of money if I become an arena slave."
This was a lie.
He was sincere about everything, but not in his last answer. Previously, Lara was the one who used to lie, but now he was lying to her.
"Why did you kiss me?"
She could not help but ask that question now. When her lips were taken away, he was very aggressive. Like a hungry lion. If the two people were lovers in love, people might conclude that he was deeply in love with her.
Lara's scarlet eyes fell in his blue eyes, she did not shy away from his gaze anymore.
Demian laughed cheerfully.
"Because I wanted to do it."
"Why?"
"Do you need a reason?"
"You said you don't have anything that you want. But why did you want to kiss me?"
"You're different."
Demian swept his rugged hair with one hand. His red tongue could be seen with his hot breath through his slightly opened lips. He looked at Lara's face as if he was licking it.
"Lara."
"Yes."
"Laviore Ria Bailey."
"Yes. That's my name."
"Why don't you be my Master Lady for the next six months? Don't you think I could be quite the slave? One that you could be proud of?"
His voice was filled with laughter.
Like a child who just discovered a funny game, he put emphasis on the word Master Lady.
'What kind of slave is this?'
Lara was dumbfounded.
A slave who sat arrogantly in front of a noble and commanded her to be his Master Lady.
Was he like this too before?
Did he start living in the arena after becoming the mighty warrior for a young noblewoman, whom he just met, without any unnecessary hesitation?
"Okay."
Lara did not have any plans to tell him everything from the beginning, he probably would not even believe her. Thus, Lara decided to accept Demian's offer. And as they get closer, Lara would slowly make him aware that she was the enemy of Prince Sidhar, and she would listen to whatever he wanted.