Toxic Marriage - Chapter 20.2
Chapter 20.2
“… Yes. I don’t think the recipient was specified, but it seemed like she wanted the note to go to her guardian, Tyrann Heirn.”
Fenrir quickly put the remaining plum into his mouth, whole. He chewed the squishy pulp, and the sound of the seed being crushed between his teeth could be heard.
The red juice that soaked his chin and the crushing sound mixed terrifyingly, causing a cold sweat to run down Erik’s back.
It seemed as if he was gnawing on human flesh when he crushed the pulp in his mouth, and crushing the seed was like chewing on a bone. But even so, he looked so unrealistically beautiful that it caused a cognitive dissonance.
After managing to come to his senses, Erik asked.
“It seems that Lady Freya has been making a fuss for a while to deceive the people around her and has different expectations. What should I do?”
Fenrir’s throat moved up and down, as if he had swallowed everything in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve without hesitation.
Erik blinked rapidly as he secretly stole a glance at him. As expected, his master did not seem angry. He was rather calmer than he had imagined.
Erik waited anxiously for his decision as he watched his completely unpredictable reaction.
“Bring her to me.”
Erik’s wandering gaze suddenly stopped.
“I need to talk to her.”
Erik felt nervous at the unexpected command. Even though he didn’t seem to be angry, he was worried about them meeting face-to-face.
‘Still, he won’t do anything to his one and only bride…’
Erik bowed his head, hoping that his master would not make any extreme decisions.
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“He wants to have a conversation with you, Lady.”
Freya was silent for a moment. It wasn’t an unexpected outcome, but facing him always required determination.
Above all, it could be said that this was the real final obstacle. If she got past this, her escape would be closer.
“Alright.”
Freya accepted and Erik took the lead. He climbed to the high part of the castle where the office was located.
“I’m giving you one piece of advice, but you should never talk back to Master like you did to me.”
“…”
“He’s being considerate of Lady Freya’s situation as much as necessary, but he’s usually not the kind of person to turn a blind eye to useless bravado.”
As she looked at him, Erik really seemed to be concerned.
However, contrary to his concerns, Fenrir had already turned a blind eye to her boldness several times.
‘I’m not sure if I’ve filled the allowed quota with this, though.’
Trying to make contact with the outside was a different kind of boldness than chewing whole meat in front of him or cursing at him for losing a game.
That was why Freya could hardly control her trembling fingertips.
“… I wish you good luck.”
Erik let Freya into his office and closed the door
In the office, Fenrir was resting his chin leisurely on his hand, like a northern king sitting on his throne while mercilessly looking down at sinners.
Before she could even make eye contact, Freya immediately knelt before him and bowed her head, almost touching the ground.
“I made a mistake.”
When asking for forgiveness, it’s better not to say much.
Even if he didn’t reflect on any of his true intentions, he was a madman who chewed the guts of animals casually. Nothing good would come out of provoking such a person, so Freya knelt down and bowed her head without hesitation.
“Raise your head.”
His voice was monotonous. Freya was a little more nervous about his seemingly indifferent attitude.
As she slowly raised her head, she saw Fenrir staring at her without moving.
“Did you want to run away?”
Freya secretly swallowed dry at the question.
“As I told your servant, I just wanted to communicate with my guardian.”
Fenrir’s eyes grew darker for a moment at the word guardian.
But that was only for a moment, as Fenrir quickly swallowed the wandering darkness with ease.
“So, are you going to give up now?”
Freya gulped. Why did he even ask if he was going to force it?
“That’s what you want.”
“It seems like you won’t behave obediently.”
“I have no choice if I want to survive.”
Even though she knew she shouldn’t be defiant, Freya couldn’t hold back the complaint that escaped her lips.
Her attitude caused a relaxed smile to appear on Fenrir’s lips.
“Ah.”
“…”
“So you’re saying you’ll comply with whatever I ask you to do in order to survive, right?”
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