The Tyrant Covets The S*ave Chapter 32

A piercing look passed from Beher's head to toe.

 

Lucai's face slowly drew closer. Shadow hung over Beher's white face. Heat rose in their mutual warmth.

 

Beher held her breath. Her blue eyes shook. The noisy sounds around her seemed to quieten down.

 

Only their breathing, Lucai's eyes, and his elegant lips were visible.

 

Her mind became transparent. Instantly, she wanted to caress his lips. Beher tried to put her hands on his face as if possessed.

 

The moment her fingers were about to touch it faintly.

 

'Now is not the time for this.'

 

The hand that had been toward his face pushed away his chest.

 

She was sure that even the unruly man wouldn't do anything like a jerk in this situation.

 

“Everyone is screaming for help. But are you trying to seduce a woman in this situation? What a waste of a duke's position.”

 

 

Beher said, looking for a way out.

 

“You have given me the position of Grand Duchess. I will not use that authority for nothing. I will do what I can to help those who are crying and need help.”

 

 

Lucai also changed the look in his eyes to a deadly one. And yet Beher did not stop speaking.

 

“You know that I can use magic. It's hard to find a priest in a country like this. Even if you get one now, I don't know when he will arrive here. Are you still going to send me away? If y the Grand Duke, please make a rational decision.”

 

 

Lucai was silent. Beher couldn't tell what was going through his mind.

 

“Humph.”

 

He sighed low, then said,

 

“Very well. I'll think of the majority rather than my stubbornness. It's a pity I'm the one who's disappointed.”

 

Surprisingly, he quickly moved away from Beher. Then he reached deep into his uniform and pulled out something round.

 

“…. are you sure you're okay?”

 

Beher couldn't believe the fact that he gave her permission and asked for her opinion.

 

“Since the Grand Duchess says so, I have no right to stop her.”

 

He gently took Beher's hand. His large hand encircled hers. Then he let her hold something in her hand.

 

Beher looked down to see what the object was. It looked like a container with something in it, but she didn't know what it was for. It seemed to have a familiar scent that she smelled from somewhere before.

 

“This….”

 

Curious about its use, Beher said, looking at him. His red eyes looked friendlier.

 

“It's an ointment made of medicinal herbs. It looks like your fingertips are cracked, so apply it.”

 

“Oh…”

 

“Well, I'll see you later.”

 

Lucai handed over the ointment and turned away without regret because there was a lot of work to be done. Beher never imagined that he would listen to her opinion.

 

'You're arrogant, even for a puppet.' Beher thought he would criticize her harshly. That was Beher's thought of Lucai's temperament.

 

She was surprised he gave her the ointment.

 

“I don't understand him…….”

 

While she was in a daze, she heard a voice calling her from afar.

 

“Priest! Please come here!”

 

“Ah….”

 

Beher rushed straight over. She wrapped a cloth around her hand to hide her maximum ability and proceeded to treat the wounded. It was just amazing that her hands could bring someone back to life.

 

On the other hand, the blood made her heart swell. Before, she struggled to live, and the result was herself reviving the pile of corpses.

 

Beher's body froze for a moment as she imagined the nausea. She clasped her hands tightly and bit her molars.

 

She couldn't do anything about her anger now. For the future, she had no choice but to save one more person.

 

At first, when I escaped from the Vitan empire, she just wanted to live and take revenge. She was desperate to be comfortable. Now.

she wanted to sacrifice for them.

 

She thought that was the price for the blood on her hands. She wanted to pay for what she had committed.

 

Behr treated people more diligently. Her fine dress was stained with dirt. Even though her appearance was a mess, no one looked down on Beher.

 

“She is like a saint who came down from heaven.”

 

“Yes, yes. Such a beautiful person is willing to step up to help us. We are very grateful.”

 

These were the wounded, volunteers, etc. Their voices penetrated Beher's ears.

 

Lucai, who was watching the situation, said something to Ben.

 

“…… I understand.”

 

Ben hurriedly moved the health volunteer who was working on the other side to Beher's side. Lucai checked the situation and began to

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After some work, the sunset descended through the trees. A red color covered the sky. It was warm, like the hand of God.

 

The priest they had been waiting for arrived. It was only then that Beher stood up. She felt a throbbing sensation. But as the gentle sunset in the distance caressed her eyes, the pain disappeared completely.

 

Beher scurried around to see if there was anything to help. She found people carrying dirt. She could use her magic to move it, but it took a lot of energy to use that much power. Besides, she no longer had the excuse of being a priest.

 

She straightened her shoulders and thought. Then she made a decision.

 

'If I can hide it, I'll just use my body.'

 

She picked up a small tool to hold the soil.

 

It was a situation where a considerable amount of manpower was put in. There was no need to put more effort into it. But Beher wanted to help.

 

Beher rolled up her sleeves. Then she began to move the pile of dirt.

 

It felt cold and rough. In the meantime, there was a piece of broken glass, and Beher's finger was pricked. She furrowed her brow and dropped the dirt.

 

“Ah….”

 

Finally, she moaned and looked at her hand. Before she knew it, Her hands were covered in blood and dirt. There was dirt in her fingernails. Her hands were a mess, as if she had been on the battlefield.

 

If it weren't for the blood, she might have stopped shaking. They were dirty as if her hands had dug into a person's heart. Her heart thumped. Suddenly, she felt scared, even though she didn't do anything wrong.

 

She remembered that someone had been hurt by these hands . She felt guilty over and over, even though she had made the right decision.

 

A cold sweat broke out on Beher's forehead. Her body shook as she stood up. It was hard to move her body, although she should not appear weak in this situation.

 

Instead, she did not tremble as much as she did when she went to battle every day.

 

It was as if she had somehow become accustomed to peace. She couldn't believe her body was shaking from something like this.

 

She thought she had become dull.

 

'I can't do this. I have to be a little more angry and realize that every day is a war.'

 

Beher tried to catch the pile of dirt again.

 

”Priest!”

 

An old man approached Beher, who was slightly stumbling.

 

“Priest, are you all right? I think you overexerted yourself by using too much sacred power! Hey! The priest is in trouble! Come help her!”

 

Beher straightened her staggering body. She looked at the old man with eyes that were almost blurry.

 

“You are …….”

 

“Oh, priest, thank you so much. It was the priest who saved this old man's life. So please take a break for a while. Others are already working. You don't have to overdo it.”

 

She was not overworked. She was just afraid of blood. There were people who were less powerful and weaker than her helping with the work. Compared to them, this was a luxury.

 

Still, the old man approached her and spoke kind words. It was strange. Who would say that? Even in the Vitan Empire, people always spoke ill of her even when she treated them. They said the noble came here to show off.

 

After experiencing those unpleasant things, Beher was quite moved by the compassion the old man showed her. Her eyes started to become moist.

 

At that moment, someone approached Beher.

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“Your Highness….?”

 

Beher, aware of her surroundings, referred to Lucai as “Your Highness'. Lucai's eyebrows furrowed.

 

“….. put it down right now.”

 

“…… what?”

 

“What you have on your hands.”

 

Beher was puzzled, not knowing what he was talking about, but soon realized he was talking about the pile of dirt left in her hands. Beher, as if hypnotized, dropped the pile of dirt as Lucai said.

 

The brown soil fell from her hands. Lucai's gaze turned to her hands. His brow wrinkled significantly, as if he didn't like it.

 

Beher and Lucai couldn't tell, but the people around them stopped moving and looked at them.

 

“…..isn't she a priest?”

 

“……Well, did they say that the Grand Duchess has red hair?”

 

One person's words took everyone's breath away.

 

“The Grand Duke is also a human being.”

 

“You, what are you talking about? Of course he's a person.”

 

“That's not what I heard. I thought he would look cold because he killed his parents, but he just looks like a young boy.”

 

Not knowing what kind of words came from those around them, Lucai grabbed Beher's hand tightly and did not let go.

 

“The sun has set. The priest has arrived, so your role ends here.”

 

He pulled her along as he held her wrist. Beher was taken away by Lucai. She could not rebel. She felt like she did something wrong.

 

His dusty cloak fluttered. His black hair swayed in the wind. It was also clear that Lucai was angry, as if he didn't like something.

 

Beher sighed low. Then they reached the front of the brown horse.

 

“Go home now.”

 

Lucai grabbed Beher by the waist and put her on the horse. Lucai got on the horse with her. Beher was completely locked in his arms. There was no time to push.

Chapter end