The Tyrant Covets The S*ave Chapter 12

In the past, in the Vitan imperial palace, Beher was used to war. It was normal for her to go to war and fight, and it was her daily life to inject drugs with needles in her body.

 

“Your Highness, you must be prepared.”

 

She heard a cold, chilling voice. It was the newly assigned maid.

 

“… What about the girl who was here before?”

 

'She must be dead.'

 

“Now, get ready. His Majesty will be very angry.”

 

Without hearing the answer to her question, Beher began to dress up as a Commander. Rather than a Commander, she was armed like going to war.

 

What she wore was not the old-fashioned fan and jewelry, but the potions, medicines, and weapons she had to use to survive.

 

With her beautiful hair tied up in one bun, she was soon led by a maid to her father's office.

 

'It's okay, it's okay.'

 

Beher clenched her fists tightly in anxiety, and the fingernails dug into her skin and blood collected. The mere thought of seeing her father scared her.

 

Beher's back was covered with whip marks. Every time she didn't listen to him, he punished her, and she got more scars every day.

 

The golden door looked so big that it made her dizzy. Her innocent eyes became less and less vibrant.

 

“Your Majesty.”

 

“Come in!”

 

The maid didn't say who had come, but her father said 'come in' in an angry voice. Beher was scared but she tried her best not to shake.

 

Squeak.

 

Beher's shoulders shook at the sound of the door. But she didn't show it. Her father would be furious if he saw her trembling.

 

“You wanted to see me……?”

 

“Yes. Do you know why I called you?”

 

Her father had a fierce impression with gray hair and beard.

 

The fierce wrinkles were dug deep, as if he had been thinking a lot.

 

'Is he dissatisfied with something?'

 

Beher went to war and fought as her father wished, and even if she was injured, she never complained a word. No, she didn't like to be whipped, so she kept quiet. As expected, her father lifted the whip. The whip was made by twisting a long piece of silver many times, and she frowned just looking at it.

 

She tried not to sigh. It was a familiar routine, but that didn't mean she wanted to see it. Beher clenched her fists even more. She never knew when the whip would fly at her. It was an instinctive defense.

 

“Answer me.”

 

“I'm not sure.”

 

Beher really didn't know why her father got angry. Why was he holding the whip? She prayed that the whip didn't fly at her.

 

“I heard you wore a dress to the victory party yesterday.”

 

Ah…

 

Her father did not want Beher to wear a dress. He said if people see her as a woman, she would look like a weak beast. There was one reason why Beher wore a dress recently under such circumstances.

 

It was because she didn't want to lose her gender.

 

She didn't want to live her life forgetting that she was a woman. She hated her weak body, but she didn't want to deny being a woman. She just wanted to fall in love and make friends like ordinary girls.

 

When Beher wore a dress to a party without telling the maid, she received a lot of attention and feedback from everyone. It seemed that her father had heard about it.

 

Beher couldn't help but stared at the whip. She could see the pressure of the leather being added stealthily.

 

“Take it off.”

 

 

“Can't you hear me?”

 

She didn't want to be beaten up for that.

 

“I just wanted to shine with the ladies at the victory celebration party. There is no reason for me to be whipped.”

 

Despite her father's order, Beher defied him. At first Beher thought all of this was natural. But when she saw people crying out in the war, she realized that she was walking on the wrong path.

 

Creak.

 

There was a creaking sound as her teeth clashed. Sensitive to the sound of her voice, the emperor strode toward her.

 

The heavy footsteps were filled with darkness.

 

Slap!

 

Her face turned. The emperor grabbed her neck so hard to the point her white skin flushed red.

 

The pain gradually increased. Her cheeks were burning. Does she have to take her clothes off to be whipped just because she wore a dress? Or be more rebellious? Beher struggled to decide.

 

And taking off her clothes to be whipped several times, will her mistake be forgiven? Then after that….?

 

Beher couldn't take it anymore. Nothing had ever been the way she wanted it to be. Not even eating and wearing clothes. She was just a gorgeous princess on the outside.

 

People said she was blessed, but she wanted freedom.

 

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“Take it off now.”

 

“No. I turned a blind eye to the drugs being administered to my body for father. You even drained my blood to create a creature that should never have existed. How long will I have to live as father's experiment? I want to be free!”

 

As she spoke as loudly as she could, a large hand swung the whip. Beher's clothes and flesh were torn.

 

She sat up in excruciating pain.

 

“…… Ugh.”

 

“You… what did you say? I raised you without a mother, and now you want to return the favor like this? D*mn it! I put it all on the line for you!”

 

Beher had been slumped over, but she gradually raised her head. The weight of her red hair shook. The sharp blue eyes were filled with anger.

 

“What is that look in your eyes? Are you going to fight back!?”

 

“…for me? What is it for me? I'm screwed up like this! One day I may forget my identity! Is it really for me?!”

 

Beher got up. Her bloodshot eyes went to her father.

 

“Because you don't know anything about it. When you have power, you will look up to me.”

 

“No, I will not look up to you. I have taken enough pills to damage  my organs, and the only achievement I can achieve is my destruction. Father.”

 

Beher was furious.

 

How could she not know how precious her body was? She never knew what would happen if her mind began to collapse.

 

Will the world be ruined? Would her father create another creature like her?

 

No one knew for sure.

 

The Vitan Empire was made up of deserts. Where water was scarce, they knew how much power they needed. But… No matter how much effort they put into it, the earth became more and more dry.

 

In the midst of endless war and fire, all that was left was wailing despair.

 

Every time she exerted her strength, the strain began to come and she would collapse. Every time she did, a needle with a poisonous drug was inserted into her body and wouldn't let go. And as soon as she woke up, she had to go to war again.

 

This was not the life she wanted.

 

“Shut your mouth!”

 

The whip flew at her again. The clothes she was wearing were tattered, and Beher became a mess. So much blood spilled that she even felt dizzy.

 

“Tch, when you wake up do what you have to do. It's your destiny.”

 

 

Eventually, Beher, who collapsed after failing to overcome the pain, realized that she was in the center of the battlefield.

 

“Ha…”

 

The small tented area was empty, as if it was her own personal space.

 

If she left here, she would have to watch another brutal scene. Her heart swelled. She didn't want her hands to soak with blood anymore.

 

She didn't want to go on like this.

 

Beher decided that she had to get out of here, no matter what. If not now, when would she have the chance? When there were no soldiers to watch her, Beher applied medicine to the wound that had not healed.

 

When the translucent medicine mixed with the blood came in contact, it became painful.

 

“Haaa…”

 

It hurt so much. She didn't want to be hurt anymore, but her father always hurt her. As if he had sold his soul to the devil, her father's behavior became more and more violent and vicious.

 

When she was young, her father's temper was relieved thanks to her mother… but her mother didn't exist anymore.

 

Did he do this because he missed his wife? Was it okay to hurt his only daughter? If not, was it really his dream to conquer the world?

 

Beher didn't understand her father. He was someone she couldn't understand even after seeing him all her life.

 

No, she didn't even want to try to understand him anymore. She stared at the cheerfully swaying shadows outside.

 

From the darkness, it seemed to be midnight. Otherwise, the sound of equipment being handled would have pricked her ears.

 

Beher tied up her wounds and stood up.

 

She wasn't in good condition to use magic, but she was good at moving like a feral cat. When the rustling outside the tent died away, Beher hurried out of the tent. It was quiet, perhaps everyone was sleeping.

 

'Good. Let's get out of this military camp and go straight to the sea. If I get on a boat there….'

 

But the sea was very dangerous. It was infested with pirates, and there were quite a few people trying to buy illegally distributed weapons. Naturally, the Vitan Empire sold weapons, many people would know her face.

 

'So…where should I go?'

 

She should choose a place that was not on good terms with the Vitan Empire and had little interaction with them. One of the best places to go was the Horn Empire. But Beher didn't have enough food to get to the Horn Empire. She was too wary to raid the warehouse.

 

“Kashir.”

 

It was known as the best place for hunting due to its thick forest. Beher decided to go there.

 

At that moment, a strong wind blew. Her red hair fluttered and she grabbed it. The color of her hair was quite prominent. It was dangerous to expose it. Beher covered it with her hood.

 

Then, just before she left for Kashir, a strange shadow hit her.

 

 

*Gosh I feel so bad for Beher

Chapter end