Who Stole The Empress Chapter 81

Chapter 81. Even if I die like this

Rattle.

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

'It's been a while since I've been this chaotic.'

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window.

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

Most people didn't have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn't help but wonder.

It even felt alien, as if someone else's memories had been planted in it.

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

Thump, thump, thump.

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

'From now on, I won't hesitate to catch it.'

Staring at Tamon's hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn's hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

“It's awful.” (Tamon)

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

“Didn't it hurt?” (Tamon)

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

“But why didn't you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

It was painful.

'Why didn't I feel it earlier?'

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.” (Roselyn)

“Well, that's right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn't stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

'That is if my heart doesn't stop……..'

'Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.'

(*don't think it like that, Roselyn)

Throb.

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

'I can't make it obvious.'

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

The engraving was to deny her 'death'.

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn't want to let him wield it.

'I will not forget. Never.'

'I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.'

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

“You've got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

“I'm just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

'By the way, didn't he also get hurt?'

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn't assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

“Didn't you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

“Well….I'm almost healed.” (Tamon)

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That couldn't have happened.

The Jagma's claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

Tap tap tap.

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

Tamon grabbed Roselyn's hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

“But now that I've been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn's fleshy pink fingertips.

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won't cut off my neck. I'm still useful.” (Tamon)

“You're so calm.” (Roselyn)

“If she decides to cut my head, I can't help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

As if Tamon couldn't wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

“Even if I die like this, I don't think I'll regret it.” (Tamon)

Rattle.

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

He pushed his face closer.

Roselyn's lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in.

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death!

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

She hated herself for being so shaken.

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon's mouth.

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon's hair.

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

Her lips covered his lips.

Gently she dug deep into Tamon's lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

Tamon's arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

Her kisses were never skillful.

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn't come to his senses.

What she said was wrong.

How can this be nothing?

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

“It's nothing. I don't have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

For some reason, a corner of Tamon's chest collapsed.

He smiled bitterly.

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

'Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.'

'Why did I like it when you smile?'

'Why did this fate give me room?'

'Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?'

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

Tamon didn't want to continue the cruel conversation any longer.

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

Rattle.

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon's mansion….

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

Chapter end

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