Chapter 15 - Ten Long Years (2/2)

“Those who don’t even recognize the gods?” Nabel laughed at them without remorse. Then he shouted to see if anyone recognized him.

“Isn’t that the slave who ran away a long time ago?”

“Are you a slave?”

A loud voice had spread among the crowd. Nabel laughed.

“Slave.” His voice was cold. To Ronée, it felt like someone else was talking.

“If I truly were a slave, I wouldn’t be your slave.” Nabel raised Ronée’s hand. Her hands, which had been chilled by the cold water, slowly heated up, accepting the heat from Nabel. He then kissed a little above the back of her hand.

Slaves could not dare to look directly at their masters, so it was only polite to kiss them at the back of their hands when expressing reverence. It was a sign that his owner was only Ronée. Even the strangers dressed in black opened their eyes wide in surprise.

“It’s because the surroundings are so ugly that I dare not show them to my sister…” Nabel slowly raised his hand to arrange Ronée’s robe, making the bright sunlight to be obscured by its black hood.

“Would you like to rest a little, sister?” There was a sense of security in his low voice. While touching Ronée’s cold hand, Nabel continued to sweep her cheeks with a wistful face. “If you like, I’ll take care of them later.”

It was still cold outside, much more when she was drenched in water. Ronée nodded briefly.

“I prepared a place to rest in advance.” A quiet voice reassured Ronée. He then escorted her naturally.

“Catch them!” Devant, the captain of the knights, who had yet to come to his senses, was blocked by the men in black clothes. Their faces were covered with a mask and the only thing he could see was their blue eyes.

“You’ll see it soon even if you don’t want to. Do you need to come after me?” Nabel spoke with a cold voice. Taking the white gloves off of his hand, he took Ronée’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. The men in black were startled once again.

“You’ll soon find out what kind of person am I.” Leaving his last words, he led Ronée with perfect courtesy.

In the shadow of Ronée, Bell hid.