When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 129.2
“Hey, I hear you’re a defective product.”
The Count’s son had sadistic tendencies. He liked to torment Lilith, and because of that, he often subjected her to his whims. It would have been better if he had shown no interest at all.
“Yes.”
Lilith replied with an expression of resignation.
She often found herself being punished in his room. Sometimes there was a reason, and sometimes there wasn’t. But whether there was a reason or not, no one questioned it, not even Lilith herself questioned the torment she faced.
From the very beginning, she had been created to endure such pain. The embodiment of the hatred held by goddess Julias, who inherited the power of the God of Order, Lilith was designed to suffer at every moment.
“Keep your hand out. Don’t move like last time.”
“Yes.”
Lilith extended her palm as if resigned to her fate.
“It’s fine, since it’s going to heal anyway, right?”
“…Yes.”
Even if she said it wasn’t okay, he wouldn’t listen.
“Good girl.”
Lilith bit her lip, enduring the pain she felt in her palm to avoid making any sound.
The horrifying night continued to unfold.
* * *
“You threw up the food? Why?”
“I can’t eat.”
For Lilith, meals were always a torment, and she barely managed to swallow the minimum amount each time.
“Were you full?”
“I’m sorry.”
Lilith was bound by a collar at the fireplace. It was the Count’s son who had shackled her. He never allowed her to eat like a normal person to torment her.
The little food that entered her mouth was often regurgitated, and each time, his boot would aim for her hands and head. Yet still, the food wouldn’t easily go down.
“Have you been getting punished less lately?”
“No. I’m sorry.”
Lilith bowed her head and stood up straight.
Smack!
“Ugh…”
She collapsed to the ground after being struck by his foot.
“Kuhk…”
She thought that if she got back up, she would be hit less. But as she tried to get up, it was difficult. She staggered and burned her hand on a spark that jumped from the fireplace.
“Ah!”
“Hahaha!”
As she withdrew her hand, the Count’s son, finding it amusing, seized Lilith by the neck.
“Isn’t it enough if you don’t die? You’ll just recover again, right?”
“It hurts…”
“Yes, I guess that’s true.”
The Count’s son lost interest when he saw the light fade from her eyes.
“You’re really boring.”
“I’m sorry.”
As he released his grip, Lilith slowly got up from beside the hearth.
“Serves you right.”
Even as he said this, the Count’s son gradually lost interest in her.
* * *
However, not long after, the Count’s son found his interest in her again.
The time for her to come of age had arrived. Lilith became fearful that she was now truly capable of bearing a child. The Count’s son realized this on her birthday.
“You look pretty.”
The Count’s son had her adorned by his servants, making her as presentable as possible. However, it was not for the purpose of going out.
“Now I can play around with you and do other things, right?”
As she looked at the Count’s son, who displayed a dreadful sense of anticipation, Lilith felt her patience reaching its limit. She was tired of her eight years of enslavement.
“After raising me like a dog, now you want to hold me?”
When she spoke with a hint of sarcasm, the Count’s son laughed and glared at her.
“Seems you’ve become unruly since I haven’t disciplined you lately.”
“Ugh…!”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to kneel on the ground. Then he examined her face as if savoring each detail.
“Why did I forget you all this time?”
“……”
“You really are beautiful like this.”
As he released his grip on her hair, he began to caress her face with his hand. His fingers ran along Lilith’s cheek.
At his brazen words, Lilith scoffed.
“You mocked me for being a defective product, yet now you seem to have no pride?”
“You’ll be my wife, so why would such words matter?”
Normally, he would have hit her, but seeing her so well-dressed diminished his desire to do so.
If she could just bear a child, he planned to send her back to the temple under the pretense of having found the saint. That would likely elevate the status of the County even further.
But one child wouldn’t be enough. It would need to be a child born of the saint, one with divine power, worthy of being a successor to a high-priest rank.
“If you obey me, I’ll treat you kindly.”
Lilith couldn’t help but laugh again at his words. There was something oddly amusing about seeing him enjoy her resigned smile.
Moments later, a crack formed across Lilith’s face.
“Ack!”
As she stood up, she drove a metal skewer from the fireplace into the Count’s son’s abdomen.
“Die, you bastard!”
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