[Caution : Contain disturbing content]
After the spar, Sygna went back to his room. He has been constantly using his mana, so he wants to rest.
While during the spar Sygna look like he didn't even struggle. He actually spent his mana empty on that last attack.
'I guess that's the limit for my 2nd rank mana pool'
'Not bad actually' Sygna inwardly thought.
Knock Knock
Milet knocked gently on Sygna's door, and she went inside the room.
"I heard you had a sparring session. How are you feeling young master?"
"A bit sore, to be honest. But it was a good workout."
Milet, noting his fatigue, suggested, "I have prepared a recovery bath for you"
As usual, Milet is very attentive to Sygna's needs.
"That will be nice."
The two of them proceeded to the bathroom, it's a very vast bathing area. The bathwater was not only pleasantly warm but also infused with magical flowers known for their therapeutic properties, designed to accelerate the recovery process.
As they entered the luxurious space, Sygna couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtful arrangement. Milet had considered every detail, creating an atmosphere that promised both physical relief and a moment of respite.
Sygna, acknowledging Milet's kindness, expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Milet."
Sygna stripped his clothes and went into the bath water. "Ahh.. that's nice" while closing his eyes
Suddenly Sygna heard a sound of cloth falling behind him. He turned his head and he found Milet already stark naked.
"Milet, I'm too tired to do anything right now"
Sygna just had a foursome for a whole night until morning and in the afternoon he had a spar where he spent his mana completely empty. Another sex session will cause his balls to shrink.
"I just want to help you wipe your body and give you a massage young master."
"Oh... I guess that's fine"
Then Milet walked into the bathtub, holding a scrubbing cloth in her hand. She began by washing Sygna's body, carefully covering every inch of skin.
She massaged his shoulders, back, and legs, paying special attention to areas prone to tension. Her hands, soft yet firm, kneaded his muscles, releasing the built-up stress.
The relaxing sensation combined with the pleasant scent of the floral bath water provided a soothing escape from reality.
While Sygna has such a relaxing experience, he never expects that his spar with the head guard news cause an uproar spreading in the Blackwood estate.
***
In a distant corner of the sprawling Blackwood Estate, Isolde donned in a loose, revealing gown, stood by a window, her gaze fixed on the distant expanse of the orange sky. The tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered as the door swung open with force, revealing Lucius, his face contorted with rage.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Isolde inquired with genuine concern, her eyes reflecting worry.
"That little cripple just beat Head Guard Liam," Lucius seethed, his anger palpable.
Isolde's features twisted in shock. How could a young man, freshly awakened from a coma, manage to overcome a 4th-rank battlemaster like Head Guard Liam? The revelation left her astonished, a mixture of disbelief and concern etched on her face.
Lucius, still consumed by his fury, fixed a piercing gaze on Isolde and, with a swift motion, delivered a brutal slap.
"You useless woman"
Isolde caught off guard, and tumbled to the ground, her hand instinctively reaching for her stinging cheek. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the weight of Lucius's words.
"If only you could produce a child, we wouldn't be in this situation right now."
The mention of Isolde's alleged infertility hung in the air, a dark cloud overshadowing their tumultuous relationship. Lucius's anger, fueled by both the recent events and longstanding issues, manifested in the physical and verbal assault.
Hearing what her husband said, Isolde can only stay in painful silence.
Isolde held the weight of her family's expectations. As the youngest daughter of the Greenwin family, her destiny was shaped by the strategic ambitions of her father.
In a move designed to strengthen the ties between the Greenwin and Blackwood families, Isolde was forced to marry Lucius. Her personal desires and feelings were secondary to the political interest of her family.
Isolde had endured two decades of marriage to Lucius, and the journey had been far from smooth. Lucius used to be kind to her, and Isolde thought that her marriage life was actually not that bad.
But everything changed after Lucius lost to his brother in a fight for the Duke position. The defeat seemed to trigger a shift in Lucius's demeanor—he went from being a loving husband to someone cold.
When the moment it's revealed that Isolde is infertile and can't bear a child, Lucius drastically turns into an abusive husband.
The situation saw a temporary improvement when Sygna, the current duke's sole son, was in a coma after getting struck by lightning. Lucius seemed to soften a bit during that time, but now, with Sygna's awakening and newfound strength, the old abusive tendencies seem to have resurfaced.
Isolde has a bad feeling that Lucius might get worse after this.
"Strip now"
"..."
Isolde hesitates for a few seconds, but then she does exactly as she is told. She slowly takes off her gown, revealing her delicate skin beneath the silken fabric.
Seeing his wife's naked body, Lucius' face is still as cold as ever. His impulsive desire overwhelmed any remaining sense of morality, and he moved towards Isolde, his lust and rage are evident in his eyes.
Isolde's heart sank, but she accepted her fate, quietly submitting to Lucius's vent.
***
"Such a useless woman" Lucius spat.
Without uttering another word, he turned around and left, leaving a lone woman on the bed without any clothes. Her original smooth skin body is now full of bruises.
Isolde lying there silently, alone in the large bedroom, tears streaming down her face. The emotional and psychological toll of her situation was evident as she wept in solitude. She had become a victim of the harsh reality of life, the chains of her fate shackling her to an existence of loneliness and sorrow.
"Oh Luxuria, please help me"
Isolde prayed in tears. She will never expect that her prayer will be answered very soon.