Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 230
Hearing his voice whispering in her ear, chills went down her spine.
In an instant, Sabina’s heart was twisted.
She clearly expressed her intention not to answer, as she did not like to be responded with threats. She hated it even more terribly that she was not in a position to rebel now, so she said.
“Why ask when you know? It looks like you already know, seeing that you persistently ask.”
Sabina whispered, and grabbed Tristan by the collar and pulled him down.
To her eye level.
She emphasized each letter to him who obediently bowed his back and did not rebel.
“My lover, who do you think it is?”
She made it audible only to him.
“Not just swordsmanship. My lover is my will, my thoughts, and my dreams.”
Everything that makes me. Sabina whispered sweetly in Tristan’s ear and finally let go of his collar.
It was the first warm voice she had uttered in front of him. It wasn’t totally made up. Just thinking of Allen made her do it.
“I’d rather you not ask such obvious questions from now on. Everything that makes me, comes from my lover.”
Sabina completely wedged her point. As if conveying that there’s no place for Trisan in her life.
“Looking at your eyes, it seems you have no intention of backing down.”
Sabina wiped her hands as if she had touched something dirty.
“I’ll let you go on your own.”
And she turned back.
Tristan didn’t stop her. In fact, he already knew.
The moment he saw Sabina’s duel and read her rhythm, he noticed it right away.
Steps that slide continuously like a snake’s, flexible arm movements, techniques that freely utilize the center of gravity…….
‘That’s Castagne’s swordsmanship.’
Graceful Snake, Castagne.
Usually snakes have an evil, cunning, and vicious image, but Castagne was different.
It was an irregular swordsmanship reminiscent of a snake, but it was called graceful because it was as noble and strong as grace.
It can also be called a gracious teacher. From someone’s point of view, it meant that.
That someone was the King.
The King of the Kingdom of Roaz, a vassal of the Empire.
‘It is said that the Castagne taught swordsmanship to the heirs of the kingdom from generation to generation.’
However, after becoming a vassal of Fineta, the Castagne collapsed.
He couldn’t understand why the daughter of the Valois family was using Roaz’s swordsmanship, especially one from an extinct family.
‘Although I could have guessed.’
Sabina just convinced Tristan by mentioning that he was her lover.
The fact that her ‘A’ had a very deep connection with Castagne.
‘Graceful Snake’s swordsmanship. She learned a swordsmanship that suits her too much. Taking someone off guard, but never crossing too far…….’
As if the meeting between ‘A’ and Sabina was destined.
‘The one who inherits Castagne’s will.’
It could be that he had only taught her swordsmanship, but he could have been the sole survivor of an extinct family.
‘A survivor…… I heard that they disposed of every single one of all of them.’
If they existed, it was clear that they would harbor great ill will toward Valentine and the Fineta Empire.
Of course, it’s none of Tristan’s concern
In any case, as long as the man was suspected of being related to Castagne, it was only a matter of time before he was captured.
‘Will, thoughts, and dreams.’
As Sabina said, A was everything that made her. To erase A from her would be like cutting out a part of her body.
Tristan reflected again vividly on the impulse he felt when he first saw her. His mouth was dry and his skin tingled.
It was like pulling a bowstring towards a beautiful bird lazily cutting through the sky.
‘I can drag her down.’
Soon to where he is.
He will cut off her wings, put her in a cage, hold her who has lost everything, embrace her with all his might, and whisper death…….
Tristan had never resisted his impulses.
His sharp arrows never missed the target.
It will be like that this time too.
“Shall we end here today?”
The sun outside the window was slowly setting.
Aria looked back with blank eyes for a moment at the sky reddened in the sunset.
When did the time go?
“Are you going to… stop here?”
“Are you curious?”
Sabina laughed mischievously.
“I’m worried that the story will be too long for a pregnant woman. I have to go. I have work to do.”
The fact that Aria couldn’t hear more of the story here, let alone overdo it, was painful. But Sabina said she had work to do, so Aria had no choice but to endure it
Sabina stroked the disappointed Aria’s hair and left the room.
Aria stared at the closed door before leaving the room a moment later.
As she whistled, Silver rushed expectantly.
She was sorry for Silver, but that figure looked a little menacing.
Aria reflexively covered her stomach as if to protect it, then withdrew her arms and let out an awkward smile.
Because her behavior was so unfamiliar.
“Take me to your leader.”
Aria tried to get onto Silver’s back who was going to carry her command.
At the same time, she floated up to the sky.
It was Tristan. He didn’t grab Aria with his hand as he did when she was little.
He carefully held her in his arms and gently pulled her into an embrace.
He was still inconsiderate as he didn’t ask for permission, but at least his behavior wasn’t as rough as before.
“That’s what my dog is calling me…”
“You didn’t know?”
“How do I understand dogs?”
He’s still calling the wolves’ dogs.
Aria laughed and relaxed her body. It was something she could do because she trusted him completely.
“Why were you looking for me?”
“I want to see Father.”
“You’re saying something admirable.”
“I’m a bit admirable.”
“Only the words are admirable…”
He seemed to want Aria to do something for him.
Just like when she was 10 years old when he was robbed of a card that said ‘I liked Father’.
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