Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 49: Justification and Betrayal (1)

Chapter 49: Justification and Betrayal (1)

The man then put the hem of my dress in my mouth. He knelt down on his knees, lifted my waist slightly, and shoved himself deep inside. My body trembled at the intense stimulation.

Having shoved his p*nis here and there a few times, he quickly found the sensitive area.

“Kuht… Did you actually want men to come and warm your bed?”

His pistoning speed increased. I was gradually engulfed in a sense of climax. As he grabbed both of my legs and spread them apart before putting my legs against his ears, the bumping stimulus intensified.

My body trembled with excitement. I wish he would f*ck me a little harder. Even though my legs were pulled in an uncomfortable position, the pain was also pleasure.

“You b*tch. You like it so much it's so tight…”

The sound of footsteps could be heard in the distance. I hoped it wasn't Lepis or Acacia because they won't stand still when they see me being f*cked. As I seemed to be reaching my climax soon, the man's movement also accelerated.

The familiar pink hair appeared through the gap in the door. I met the black eyes.

Even though the door opened with a creaking sound, the man slumping above me was excited and didn't even know who had come.

Acacia's eyes turned cold. I knew those eyes. Those were the eyes that killed people… there were no emotions in them. I closed my eyes at the horrifying sight that was soon to come, and my heart raced with tension.

—Flap.

Acacia’s cloak was draped over my face.

In an instant, my vision turned black. Something hot and damp fell on my body, and the smell of blood permeated the room the next moment.

“…Don’t look.”

Soon after, the man’s body who was connected to me, fell out. There was a dull sound and the sound of something being pulled before the door closed with a creaking sound.

After a while, I heard the door open again.

“…Take a nap. What happened today is a… dream"

The low-pitched, soft voice that did not fit the situation went to my ears. He gently wiped my thighs and stomach with a wet towel. For a moment, I had a thought…

…Maybe, Acacia was crazy too.

Without knowing what kind of nobleman that man was, he killed people without any hesitation just because he violated me. What if the Emperor was above me? Would he also kill Distria?

I took a breath. The hand that had held Acacia’s collar trembled.

At that time, Acacia, who had sworn allegiance in the ways of a ruined kingdom under my feet, which had now become a dim memory, came to mind. I remembered him, who was worried about me, and I remembered Acacia hearing my order to kill someone.

I remembered reciting his death.

The smell of blood faded. At the same time, my consciousness faded.

I woke up from my sleep, sensing a presence. The room was so neat that I thought it was a dream that someone had died yesterday. My clothes had also been changed. In addition, the room was filled with the fragrant smell of flowers, not the smell of blood.

I glanced around the room to find the source of the scent of flowers. I could see Acacia putting flowers in a flowerpot. He looked at me after hearing a slight rustling sound.

“…Did you wake up?”

"Yes."

I answered his question dryly.

My attention was drawn to the flower he was holding. It was the first time I'd seen stems that were pink instead of green. It was special. The pink calyx was purple around it, and the color gradually faded above it before it finally turned white.

Acacia carefully inserted the last flower so that the petals would not be disturbed.

The small vase was filled with seven flowers. I got up and slowly walked towards Acacia. Because of last night, the silence was rather awkward, and he only stared at the vase. It went well with his hair color—just like the flower that bloomed for him.

“The flowers are pretty. What is the flower language?”

“…This is a flower called Abras.”

He smiled sadly.

“The flower language is ‘atonement’.”

He then took the dagger from his waist and held it in my hand. It was a simple and undecorated dagger. The black scabbard on the dark black handle was like the color of his eyes. I took the knife out of its sheath.

…What did it mean to give me a knife? Did he want me to kill him right now?

I asked him.

“…Why are you giving this to me?”

“If anyone takes you in any way, stab him.”

“…Even the Emperor?”

"Yes, anyone. Kill them."

Acacia grabbed my hand, holding the dagger. Then, he put the tip of the knife on his neck. Despite its weak power, the well-maintained blade wounded his neck. Blood was dripping from the open cut.

“Stab it here.”

The area he taught was where the aorta flows. He was showing me a part where I could kill a person with a little force. Acacia, who was pointing at the aorta, changed the direction of the knife. He was now pointed to his throat.

Letting go of the hand holding me, he had his eyes closed as if I could kill him now. I dropped the knife, which I was holding, without realizing it because the angle was in a way that it would pierce him even with a little force.

“…You want to kill me?”

"No. Not now."

I cut off Acacia's words in a hurry. Somehow, my hands trembled. I think I claimed his death. My hands were trembling.

“…I still need you.”

“Is that so…”

Acacia picked up the knife I dropped before holding it firmly in my hand.

“…All those you will kill in the future are those I have killed.”

“…Yes."

“But, don’t hurt yourself.”

I didn’t know why he was acting like a sinner to me. He was more worried about me than the blade that was about to kill him.

“…And, when I'm useless, stab me with that knife."

I wanted to tell Acacia not to die. However, now that I was here, it didn’t feel like it was happening so I couldn’t even open my mouth.

It was his death that I recklessly said… I hate him for causing confusion over confusion, and I hate him for being kind, so I put his death in my mouth. It was my will and my fault. It was his behavior and his future that changed because of me.

Still, the fact that Acacia might die because of my actions and that his fate had changed gave me a certain upliftment. I wanted to be in their lives. Just as they inhabited me and made me feel a sense of reality, the person called ‘me’ wanted to live this time.

Not Arne, but me.

It was a selfish heart. Even so, I did not want Acacia to die.

Without a word, I fiddled with the knife he had handed me. The scent of flowers was no longer felt with the blood flowing from Acacia's neck. It was a foul smell of blood. I'd never felt so intensely when I killed someone.

Perhaps, it was because I recognized Acacia as a person, not a character in the book.

My hand trembled.

I think he was going to die because of me. It was funny that I, who had killed people casually, trembled with just a small wound. I lifted my hand and placed it on his bleeding neck. It was a faint scar that would soon disappear anyway.

“It is a wound that will heal quickly. Never mind.”

Acacia gently grabbed my hand. He wiped my blood-stained hands with his own clothes.

“You can be a little harsher on me.”

“….”

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

The next moment, he pressed his lips to the back of my hand.

“You deserve it.”

Acacia gazed at me with soft eyes.

“So, don’t worry about this wound. Arne.”

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