Ares lowered his eyes and looked at the petite girl in front of him. She raised her head and her blue eyes were so clean as dazzling as a gem, Ares could even see his reflection.
But there was a striking disgust and disdain in such beautiful eyes as if Ares was some kind of dirty garbage.
He glanced at the girl and his eyes fell on her lips, which were different from the moist and light pink lips when taking a bath in the hot spring.
And now her lips were painted with bright lipstick. The lip line seemed to have been measured without any deviation, and the curvature was so beautiful that it looked like a work of art that could not be destroyed.
Ares's mind unexpectedly flashed back to the image of her gently licking the water droplets off her soft lips by the hot spring in the morning. It stands to reason that he should prefer soft and clean lips without makeup in the morning, but looking at the cold and bright lips in front of Ares, he also feels incredibly beautiful.
Just like a gemstone, if you put it in your hand without any decoration, you will feel beautiful and precious. If it is set in a crown, it will also feel dazzling.
But it is still a gem, a treasure that no humble slave can covet.
After Ares made it clear, those subtle expectations that had been lingering in his mind since the morning disappeared instantly. Ares pursed his lips and looked sideways to avoid the girl's pretty face, and simply knelt.
Very well, aren't you kneeling now? Aren't you pretty tough just now? And why is this expression a bit strange? Elizabeth felt a little strange in her mind, but she didn't stop moving.
She bent the whip and pressed it against Ares' chin to force him to raise his head. Her eyes were cold and arrogant and she said, "The weak, you've only been whipped a few times, can't you stand it anymore?"
Ares didn't look at her again. He lowered his eyes and covered all the emotions in his eyes with his thick eyelashes.
But such a humble gesture could not make Elizabeth stop her behavior. She pressed the whip against his body and slowly walked around behind him.
The soft, cold whip slid from the neck like a smooth snake, all the way from the collarbone to the back, twisting and turning on the wide butterfly bones, and finally stopped on the smooth waist.
Ares tilted his head and frowned slightly, tensing up in discomfort.
Elizabeth bent down and approached Ares from behind, leaned behind his ear, and raised her mouth beautifully: "Remember from now on, when you see Her Highness, you have to kneel on your knees and wag your tail like a dog, begging for mercy. Do you understand? Dirty slave ."
Ares didn't hear exactly what she said, but her voice was unexpectedly soft, and wisps of breath came from behind his ears, covering his sensitive nerves from all directions, like the friction between lovers.
An uncontrollable shudder surged through Ares's body, from his ears to the waist where the whip was pressed, itching him slightly.
"Snapped!"
But the next moment, the whip was raised high and struck hard on his back, dispersing all the charm, and leaving only a distinct tingling sensation on his body.
Ares was startled. He raised his eyes but quickly lowered them after a moment. He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the ground, letting the whip fall on his back like raindrops, leaving blood all over his back.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, Elizabeth's nerves which had been tense since she met the male protagonist were released. She knew she had succeeded and the world's will was satisfied.
"Ok, I'm tired." Elizabeth gasped and threw down the bloody whip. She rubbed her sore wrist and glanced up and down at Ares's back casually. With a victor's attitude, she turned and walked towards the carriage.
Several men next to her hurriedly knelt and saluted in the direction she was walking. Although most of the time slaves bend down to salute, and kneeling is only done on important occasions, but today Elizabeth's attack was so sudden that no one else dared to do anything wrong.
Bili picked up the whip and followed quickly. After Elizabeth's carriage drove far away, the slaves stood up, took the bear, and walked away.
Bart stood up and walked to his brother's side. He glanced at the luxurious carriage in the distance, and supported his brother: "Her Highness have gone far, you can get up, bro."
Ares ignored him and remained silent for a moment, turning his head slowly to look at the distant carriage.
Bart looked at the bloody wounds on Ares's body and frowned slightly: "Why do you need to be whipped like this?"
Ares didn't say anything. He stood up and straightened his tattered clothes.
Bart glanced at the wounds on his chest, in silence for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Ares, you are very strange today. Why are you asking for trouble? What were you thinking about just now?"
Ares didn't respond to his words. He just casually wiped the blood drops on his cheeks with the back of his hand and walked forward.
Bart was not angry and glanced sideways at the scars on Ares's face. The skin did not crack, but there were blood marks. It was like being scratched by a kitten, and blood beads appeared one by one.
But for Ares, who has been in the arena all year round, it doesn't hurt.
Just his back was a little heavy, and there were blood stains all over it. The clothes were also torn.
However, it can be seen that the notorious Her Highness does not know how to whip anyone. She does not use tricky angles or special skills. Ares's back looks torn and bruised, but upon closer inspection, they are all superficial wounds, and there is no need to apply any medicine. Ares's constitution can cause healing in less than two days.
But why does Ares have to suffer this? Bart didn't understand and felt that his brother must have his reasons.
Ares stopped and looked at his brother who was approaching him. After a long silence, he suddenly asked: "Is she Elizabeth Spencer, the daughter of the great lord?"
"Yes, that's her, the beautiful and vicious Elizabeth." Bart nodded and continued to wait for the second half of his sentence.
Ares lowered his eyelashes and said dullly: "It was her I saw at the hot spring this morning..."
Bart was stunned and instantly understood all the strangeness about his brother.
His handsome face wrinkled up in embarrassment, and he raised his hand to comfort him, but Ares was covered in fresh wounds and there was no place to put on. He sighed sadly and finally said helplessly: "Ares, forget it. , just pretend you haven't been to the hot springs this morning. She is not someone we can covet."
In the carriage, Bili didn't ask Elizabeth why she was whipping a slave she didn't know. She just quietly wiped the sweat from Elizabeth's palms with a clean handkerchief.
Elizabeth leaned back on the seat with her eyes closed, her pretty face filled with many unspeakable emotions. About ten minutes later, she suddenly spoke: "Bili, turn around, let's go back."
Bili nodded and shouted twice outside, and soon the groom turned the horse's head steadily and galloped towards the way they came.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and waited for the will of the world to stop her, but after driving forward for more than ten minutes, nothing stopping her, Elizabeth opened her eyes and exhaled with some relief.
Sure enough, He only corrected the main plot, such as meeting the male protagonist on the way to the banquet and whipping him with my whip. These main plots did not write where Elizabeth went after this happened, so even if she did not follow the instructions, to attend the banquet, the will of the world would not care.
This is excellent news, indicating that Elizabeth will have more opportunities to change the plot in the future.
She lay in the carriage in a good mood.
In Elizabeth's perception, the will of the world is a cold, harsh, unreasonable, and unreasonable existence.
She is living a good life in modern, with no cancer or car accidents, a happy family, and a bright future. However, she is dragged in for no reason and forced to harm others. She wanted to reason and resist, but in the end, she was still forced to do so, and the will of the world refused to communicate with her.
Even when she refused to follow the plot, The Will using such a harsh method to punish her showed that Elizabeth had no human rights at all.
But Elizabeth still wants to save herself. If she gives up her struggle, she will die.
Thinking of this, Elizabeth turned her head, looked at Bili, and whispered: "Go and tell Asius, let him reveal the news to Viscount Carl that I am very interested in the new slave Ares, and I am inquiring about the slave's information."
Viscount Carl Brins, a noble who was extremely obsessed with Elizabeth, pervertedly classified Elizabeth as his property and regarded all men who were close to Elizabeth as dead. He even spent a lot of money to bribe Bili's brother Asius, who knows all the news about Elizabeth.
But he didn't know that Asius, whom he spent a lot of money to bribe, was not successfully bribed by him at first. He was just instructed by Elizabeth to pretend to be instigated by him.
The daily information about Elizabeth that Asius revealed to him was released by Elizabeth herself.
From the beginning to the end, Viscount Carl Brins was just a crazy knife raised by Elizabeth to exclude dissenters.
Bili didn't understand why Her Highness was so hostile to a slave she had never met before. Not only give him a whip as soon as they met, but now she wanted Viscount Carl to notice him. Her Highness knew that doing so would make Viscount Karl pay attention to him. That slave can't survive from Karl.
However, Bili only thought about it in her head and would not ask. She and her brother Asius would never question any of Her Highness's decisions.
So she just nodded and responded softly: "Okay, Your Highness."
Elizabeth relaxed her body and leaned gently against Bili. If there were trustworthy people in this world, it was Bili and Ashus, the brothers and sisters, whom she had risked all her efforts to save. With these two confidants, she can control those things easily.
It was already noon when she returned to the castle. Bili went to find her brother. The servants in the castle were busy cooking lunch for her, but she really had no appetite for the food of this century, so she only ate a cake and ran to the attic greenhouse to bask in the sun.
When she was drowsy, she heard some muffled curses and crying coming from outside.