182 – Request for Support (2)
Gideon looked down at Ner.
… Over the past year and a half, she had changed drastically.
After parting from Berg, she became much more beautiful.
Ner put in a lot of effort to groom herself for a long time.
The harsh words once spat out by Gideon might have been the reason.
Words implying Berg wouldn’t return no matter how much she broke down and cried seemed to be engraved in her heart.
So, as if preparing to meet Berg at any time, she started to take care of herself.
A skin as flawless as porcelain, white.
Silken-like hair and tail.
Subtle makeup and clothes that revealed her body’s curves.
Her beauty had been on the rise as the days passed.
Occasionally, when the guests of Blackwood spotted her sauntering about in the mansion, they sent her love letters more frequently.
However, they were all dismissed by Gibson and Gideon.
But amidst her stunning transformation, there was one imperfection that couldn’t be taken away from her.
…A vacant expression and dead-like eyes.
Her beautiful appearance contrasted sharply with her expression and atmosphere, to the point where even Gideon felt a pang of sympathy.
Her loss seemed…hard to bear.
Especially considering how much she wanted someone of her own.
Gideon knew that his own actions contributed to her feelings.
Now, he had no intention of justifying his actions.
Yet, the fact that he felt remorseful remained unchanged.
He despised Ner, but there were undeniable feelings evoked by her broken state.
Yet, he couldn’t help but acknowledge her persistence to carry on.
He had come to realize that at least her feelings for Berg were earnest.
Ner went on like an emotionless doll, doing as she should.
Every day, she would fill her mind with new knowledge and sit in front of the mirror to groom her visage.
Every day, she would visit the forest where she had once bonded with Berg.
For the first time, she created a direct subordinate unit under her command and cultivated power.
Sure, she wasn’t breaking down and shedding tears like she used to, but judging by her expression, she appeared more broken than ever.
And then life started to return to those always painful expressions.
It was as if a dead person had come back to life.
It was surprising to see Ner being able to express such emotions again.
“….B….Berg …?”
“…”
Hesitating to respond to her shock, Ner immediately stood up from her seat.
And asked Gideon earnestly.
“Wh…Where’s the letter?”
Reminded by her expression, Gideon regained his senses.
He pulled out the letter he received from Berg Lyker.
-Tap!
As he did, Ner snatched away the letter.
Then, with trembling hands, she unfolded the letter.
Heavy breathing. Dilated pupils.
Ner was shaking as she read Berg’s letter.
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“…ah…ah…”
Unbeknownst to her, she took a shallow sniff of the letter and whispered with a small smile.
“…the scent of Berg…”
Her face looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
Ner, having calmed her fluctuating emotions, read the letter.
Looking at Ner’s eyes as she read the letter, Gideon spoke.
“…The plague has spread to Stockholm.”
“…….”
At his words, Ner began to waver again.
“…Berg is fine…”
“You don’t know. There was no explanation about him. But asking for help-“
“-I’ll go.”
Ner said without hesitation.
And then she looked up at Gideon with sharp eyes, reinforcing her words.
“…I’ll go.”
“….”
At the moment, a significant portion of the decision-making power of the Blackwood family had been delegated to Gideon.
As Gibson was expressing more and more a desire to relinquish power, Gideon, as the eldest, was accumulating experience as the head of the family.
In such a situation, there had not been a more confusing incident than this.
Would it be right to send Ner to Stockholm?
As pitiful as she looked, he showed her the letter… but there were countless worries.
But would it be because he had been watching Ner’s demeanor all this while?
Did he realize that Ner had always been waiting for this moment?
He instinctively knew that he had to let Ner go.
Despite that, Gideon, who was accumulating the experience of a family head, needed a safety net.
“I can give you permission… but I need a promise.”
“…Promise…?”
Gideon had facts he needed to remind Ner of.
He had to know that Ner clearly remembered these things.
“…Don’t cause trouble when you get there.”
Gideon elaborated on his words.
“…Berg Ryker now has a wife.”
“…”
“…no matter how much you want to deny it, it’s a fact.”
It was safe to say that the relationship between Ner and Berg ended the moment Berg married the previous Saint.
With the abolition of polygamy, the human race could no longer have multiple wives.
His words implied that there was no more room for Ner to intervene.
Officially or unofficially, Ner could no longer grow closer to Berg.
Especially among the Wolfkin, nothing is more taboo than attempting to steal someone who has a partner.
Berg had found a mate, and now Ner had to withdraw.
Ner whispered something in response to that.
“….just.”
Gideon ignored the barely audible murmur and continued.
“No matter how much you love Berg Lyke…you must not forget the fact that you now have to let him go. To protect the honor of the family-”
“-Enough….!”
Ner’s hand was suddenly trembling at Gideon’s words.
The letter squashed in her hand.
“….I don’t want to hear it.”
“Ner…it’s a reality you just have to accept.”
“I know that too!!”
Ner let out a brief shout under Gideon’s pressure.
It was a scream of one driven emotionally to their limit.
Having lost Berg, Ner was no longer afraid to defy Gideon.
As if Berg’s unique boldness had been transferred to her.
Maybe it was because she no longer had anything else to fear.
Ner spoke, holding back tears.
“I know….too….that Berg…has…remarried….”
Looking down on Ner, Gideon said,
“…Can I trust that?”
“…”
“…Just know that you are helping the Lyke family and that you will return immediately.”
“…….”
“Settle your feelings for Berg once and for all with this occasion.”
Gideon spoke, seeing that Ner was not responding.
“If you can’t promise, I can’t let you go.”
At that, Ner finally nodded.
“…I understand.”
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Lying in bed, Ner was looking down at Berg’s letter.
She faintly smelled Berg’s scent emanating from the letter.
How long had it been since she smelled this scent.
It was a scent Ner could never forget.
The scent that had graced their bodies every night.
There was no scent she loved more.
Eventually, Ner ended up seeking Stuckfin.
How long had it been?
Upon the opportunity that suddenly arrived, Ner’s heart raced violently.
Her body was taut with the immediate reality of finally seeing Berg.
It had been a year and a half.
A span of time that felt like a decade.
There wasn’t a single day she hadn’t thought of Berg.
Every night she had thought of him.
She remembered their shared memories, happiness received, his smell, looks, warmth.
Now, she could approach his existence once again.
She had indeed made a promise to Kiden.
To sort out her feelings for Berg, this time being the last.
“…”
However, without a doubt, that promise was a lie.
She was not in a state to let go of Berg at all.
She would also continue to not be able to let him go.
The emotions built up towards Berg in the past year and a half, were on the brink of eruption.
She felt insane knowing another woman existed by his side.
She had no idea how much she had regretted her choices all this time.
She did not know how much she had cried either.
Tears of blood still streamed for the happiness slipped from within her grasp.
Therefore, she could not miss this opportunity.
No matter how much Kiden asked for a promise, she would not listen.
Her whole mind was focused on reclaiming her place by his side.
She was only hopeful of getting back Berg’s attention again.
She felt like she could do anything for that purpose.
No one could know how many dangerous thoughts had circled around her mind all this time.
She was not without fear.
She had already prepared for the wounds to come.
She knew how much Berg valued his honor.
She had always felt it when she was Berg’s wife.
Berg would not even glance at an irrelevant woman.
And considered by that standard … this time, she was the irrelevant woman.
She was certain that he would not accept her easily.
She knew that he would not break up with the saint for her sake.
She understood that there was lost cause to interfere.
So, she needed to make a more solid plan.
She had to make Berg like her.
It didn’t matter to her if it led to infidelity as a result.
She had abandoned morality long ago.
“…Berg…”
The more she thought about Berg, the hotter she felt.
The scent of Berg, smelt after a year and a half, was enough to lose her senses.
After understanding love…the estrus that came with every full moon.
But the desire that had never been relieved until now had been piling up within her.
And that desire was slowly twisting her reason.
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She set her lips familiarly to Berg’s ring.
She inhales the scent of the letter while imagining Berg.
“…Haah….haah….”
She felt her eyes begin to unroll.
– Swoosh…swoosh….
Ner felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, unable to keep her legs still she rubbed her thighs together.
Doing so caused her tail to wave wildly on its own.
What would Berg think if he saw her like this?
She might be disgusted with herself for having such a heightened desire.
She had always tried to act cute in front of Berg.
It was clear that she needed to hide this lewdness from him.
“…Haah….haah…Berg…”
But for the moment, Berg was not beside her.
She could be more candid than ever.
Ner could not remember how many times she dreamed of sleeping with Berg.
From dreams of comfortably laying in bed with him, to dreams of passionately intertwining their bodies.
Each time she awoke from a dream where he called her name and caressed her whole body, she wept.
Ner would now do anything to make that dream a reality.
The deepest expression of love was said to be s*xual relations.
She could not stop until she had received that expression of love from Berg.
“….Soon….”
Imagining Berg touching her, her body tingled.
Thinking of mixing bodies with him, her body became as hot as if it were to melt.
She felt excited about that seemingly impossible expectation.
“Soon…I will come to see you….”
She whispered.
The ring in her mouth, the letter against her nose, as she imagined Berg.
“…I love you…my husband…”
Little yandere —> Crazy yandere.
Oh dear she gone maniac