Alfonso de Malibrán just stared at her, without showing any emotion in his eyes, he did not try to push her away, or attack her, or talk to her, he seemed to look at her without looking at her with those eyes without expression, which only reflected the emptiness of a cursed soul, but in an oversight, the Queco let go of the one who held him and threw himself on the Count, but Soledad just opened the palm of her hand and the dog stopped in the air, and excitedly, took the Count by a cheek and without being able to contain herself kissed him timidly on the lips, in a caress that perhaps only lasted 3 seconds, but she knew how to shake that cursed soul that seemed to react, which seemed to make him wake up for a moment, making him look at her with a reflection of strangeness, as if he did not know where he was; the Count took her long curly hair in a clumsy caress with the hand with which he did not hold the sword, and Soledad did not stop stroking his cheek while admiring his knight bearing, the beauty of his face, his long wavy blond hair, he wore a tight blue knight suit with thick white buttons, under a white shirt with paraphernalia on the chest and rolled up sleeves, boots of laces and blue trousers of thick fabric, All in the old Victorian style, which made her think that that soul in sorrow somewhere and at some time had a life, because he had very good taste in dressing, and had already seen him several times hunting the Countess with different investitures, and when she was about to kiss him again, because he had his face a few centimeters away, the sarcastic laughter of the Countess abruptly took her out of her romantic moment.
- Ha, ha ha haaa! Now you have made me laugh, the mulatto of Córdoba in love with the Count of Malibrán; Not even the Prince of Darkness himself He would have come up with such a punishment that I had just thought of it, and that I would apply to you, damn it!
-I swear it will not be for you because you can never be unfaithful, I will take advantage of the same strength you have given my husband to destroy them, and they will suffer so much that they will prefer to have been the food of my lizards.
—Do your work, my husband, and send me back to the hell from which I have been awakened, which I will not be able to leave until I get forgiveness, do justice with your sword, Kill me as you have done so many times, but shout it before you murder me!
The Countess now says to her husband, as she opened her arms kneeling before him, showing him the turgid and white breasts, contained by an elegant neckline that seemed that it would burst at any moment, showing the beauty of a sensual woman, who even being about to die by the sword of a cursed Count, She still looked incredibly beautiful and fiendishly seductive.
- But shout with all your might, release all your hatred, so that when I die I may take my sin with me! And that will be my revenge for this whole generation that has mocked my pain, shout it with all the rancor of your heart; make die what you hate most in your cursed existence, make infidelity die; Alfonso de Malibrán y Violante!
"LET INFIDEEELITY DIEEEE.
The cursed Count finally shouts, giving the final thrust in the chest to his wife, and suddenly everything is over, the beautiful woman was diluted in sand in the middle of diabolical laughter, as if she had won the battle, and the Count stared at Soledad for a few seconds, without expressing anything in his eyes, took a few steps towards the mansion and returned.
- And now what are you going to do Alfonso de Malibrán?
The mulatto asks him holding him by one hand, the Count looked towards the mansion from where a group of very young women were looking at him, he turned everywhere, He turned everywhere and all he looked at were people looking at him, for a moment he seemed to look attentively at the Queco who held with the leash by one of the girls snailed and groaned anxiously.
Surprised, he looked at his hands, arms, raised his shoulders and what he expressed in his eyes was the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening, and sheathed his sword.
- Quiet my love! That I can help you find your way, or rather a new way, I have loved you for a long time, And I want to teach you that love always finds its way, always finds the mode, can't stand waiting and doesn't wait for fate, don't leave yet, or at least tell me where I can find you to help you escape your curse, and so together let's find that way and that path that true love seeks.
Soledad says to him taking him by the cheek, bringing her lips closer to kiss him again even for only another 3 seconds, when the Count began to look at her with interest, reflecting a little emotion in his gaze, as if he were realizing that the woman who tenderly caressed his face was very pretty, and when he was about to reciprocate that kiss that the pleading eyes of the beautiful mulatto asked him, he suddenly turned backwards rejecting her, turning around sharply and shrugging his shoulders, of 3 strides he reached his horse to jump to mount it, and without turning even headed towards the sea, To climb the railing of a jump and without shouting, at a gallop lying lost in the distance, while disappearing into the shadows of the early morning in the sands of that beach.
This happened in just 30 seconds, a scene that no one watched, because Soledad had slowed down time to have an intimate moment with her beloved cursed Count.
- Where is the Count?
Romaia asks her that she had been the first to come down from the terrace, seeing how the survivors of the battle began to celebrate surrounding the mulatto who although still standing, looked sadly towards the ground, while more and more people returned, some to join the festivities, some looking for a loved one, They were barely going to be two in the morning.
And Adelina convinced the girls that they will take Soledad to her bedroom, And that they will not leave her alone because she had remained silent, as if in shock, she looked good and lucid, although somewhat disheveled by the heat of battle, but something strange passed through her thoughts, which had her outside the reality that surrounded her.
Survivors of the insurgent army helped sailors restore order, and ambulances pick up the wounded, mostly in the area of the destroyed Perro Salado Discoteque, where they found no dead anywhere, at least complete, only bloody spots everywhere and dismembered parts of semi-devoured bodies, they also raised what was left of the gate of the Román mansion, a place that shortly before 3 in the morning had already closed its doors to wait for dawn sleeping, which was not very difficult for their tenants to do, after finishing the bottle of tequila that Romaia still had with her, at the end of the battle that they were sure, they had been victorious.