Chapter 70 - Ritual (1/2)

Translator: La0o9  Editor: La0o9

〖 The four sides of God? How meaningless 〗Negary stood up from his throne.

〖 However, since they’ve reached their hands out to me, I should repay the favor 〗Negary’s figure slowly vanished: 〖 I will leave this to you, Granny Seal’e 〗

“Yes, Lord Negary, kiekiki!”

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Interkam, Skoro Viscounty.

The young lady Ellis was standing by the window of a tall tower in the castle, looking down below at the knights who were performing their daily training with a bored expression.

Originally, she would have stayed at the prosperous capital city, going to organized salons with other aristocratic ladies and chat with the various well-mannered bards about the philosophy of life and their poems, but the war ruined it all.

When the Skoro Viscount family returned to their territory, Ellis had no choice but to follow. She was forced to part with the hustle and bustle of the city to return to the Skoro Viscounty that she considered to be the countryside.

There was nothing here but daily training, knights preparing to fight and a bunch of peasants who worked in the fields day-in, day-out. Without any form of entertainment, she felt like she was going to go crazy.

“Huh?” Ellis suddenly noticed something happening at the other side of the training grounds. A young teenage boy seemed to be peeking into where the knights were training and was found out. After being caught, the knights tied the boy’s hands together with a thick rope, pulled him up on a tree and began to lash him with a horse whip.

“Emi, that boy is too pitiful. Go down and save him, make him a bit more presentable and bring him to me” Ellis ordered as a smirk rose on the corner of her mouth.

“Milady, the Master had said that…” the maid Emi carefully tried to persuade her otherwise.

“Swiftly, go” Ellis cut off Emi’s words and forced the order: “Otherwise, I’m going to grant you a few lashes of the whip as well”

A few moments later, the boy who was whipped was brought up to Ellis’ quarters.

As she looked at the shy and cute young teenage boy dressed in mourning clothes that didn’t fit him as well as the red whip marks on his body, Ellis closed the window, then ordered Emi to close the door before turning to the boy: “Come here, let me see your wounds”

The teenage boy was clearly nervous and didn’t dare to come forward, but Ellis wasn’t angry. She carefully approached the boy who was on guard, lightly combed the boy’s hair with her fingers before softly stroking the red whip marks on the boy’s face.

Her fingers weren’t too forceful, but they were enough to cause him to feel a sense of numbed ticklishness, causing the boy to squirm in a bit of discomfort.

“Does it hurt?” Ellis asked with a gentle voice. Because she had used perfume, it felt as if her soft voice itself carried a gentle fragrance that caused the boy to gulp and swallow his own saliva.

“Ehehehe” the aristocratic young lady giggled, lightly touching the boy’s wounds as her lips lightly perked up and slowly approached the young boy. Her well-maintained face was right in front of his eyes, the warmth and fragrance that got so close stimulated the boy’s mind.