Chapter 163

“These people will be the ones who have kidnapped you today.”

“……what?”

“How will the Duke react when you’re dead? I’m really intrigued.”

Arjan smiled softly. With a powerful grip that made her wrists numb, she whispered to Molitia.

“Preciousness; on the other hand, is a weakness. Don’t you want to know how far will the Duke of filthy blood run?”

“Arjan.”

At that moment, she began to wonder if this child was the same younger sister whom she once had known. A pure smile that appeared pristine no longer. There was only a hideous smile that had been full of malice left.

Since when did this child become like this? When she had broken that piece of pottery? Or perhaps, it was ever since the time she had started verbally abusing her very own ailing sister.

Whatever it was, this was definitely far beyond what she could truly afford now. All the while not realizing the fact that the sin which she had already buried her hands in was currently tightening around her own neck.

“Stop everything before you’ll regret it.”

“Regret? Why do I have to regret it?”

She smiled cynically before she stopped laughing all of a sudden.

“If you had been dead, none of this would’ve happened.”

“Last advice. Stop—before you can no longer turn it back again. You’d always blame me whenever you’re in danger.”

“No!”

Arjan screamed out at her.

“You really don’t get it? It’s all because of you that I was driven this far and now that my position has been compromised—how can it not matter at all?”

At that moment, Molitia began frowning at the prickly yet dull pain on her wrist. Blood was seeping through the tip of her nail that was sinking sharply into her wrist.

“Why are you still grabbing a hold of my ankle when you’re uselessly weak? You’re the one that’s bad. You being alive is bad!”

An utterly disillusioned voice. Just earlier, it had been an incredibly furious voice to think it belonged to Arjan, who would always think before moving calmly.

It was actually much calmer than she had thought, rather than hearing the abusive language uttered by her own sister of the same blood.

After such a long time, she felt like she could finally listen from her true self. Her honest feelings that she hadn’t revealed to others. Unfortunately, Molitia had no more feelings, no more resentments and no more grief.

But that wasn’t the actual problem for now.

There was something that she had also forgotten. If you were to get engrossed in your own anger, you would eventually lose your self-control as well.

It was now her last chance. Molitia, who had been looking for an opening, began to push the scarcely breathing Arjan away as hard as she could.

“Kah!”

Arjan, who struggled against the unexpected force, got tossed onto the floor as she missed Molitia’s arm. Her dress, which had been thrown into the pool of blood, was being stained with shame as well.

Then, Molitia started running as hard as she could. Just like the feel of her first step, Molitia continued stretching her legs as far as she could. She concentrated all of her strength right into the senses of both of her legs.

There was not much time left until that door. As she clutched onto the ends of her dress, she reached out. If she crossed over that door—if she could just cross over that door and find someone.

‘Please—please, Raven…!’

Molitia unwittingly embraced her stomach. She couldn’t afford to die like this. She wanted to feel, even if it was just a little more of this sweet happiness that she had barely found after such a very, very long time.

Also, she had barely tasted what it was like to live like a human being. She didn’t want to leave them all like this.

“You bitch!”

As soon as Molitia’s hand had brushed against the doorknob, Molitia felt a ray of white light was exposed in front of her eyes before a strong force struck upon the moment Molitia had touched the same doorknob.

‘This is the only door that I need to open…’

She still tried to grab the doorknob, but it wasn’t quite enough. She was caught in a grip that led her down into the dim abyss of darkness as she tumbled forward.

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The party was still booming—without anyone realizing what had transpired in the lounge.

Enjoyable songs and delicious food were enough to maintain the atmosphere and the overall ambience was heated up with laughter as well.

“Oh, isn’t that Young Lady Clemence?”

A woman’s fingertips unexpectedly pointed to a corner of the hallway. The eyes of others, who had gotten intrigued with the trigger, began to follow suit.

“Where have you been?”

“Wait, doesn’t she look different from before? Something’s all over her clothes…”

When Arjan’s brutal appearance hidden under the shade was finally revealed, the people who found out stopped talking at once. Even while her hair was already disheveled, she still shouted urgently.

“Haa, please save him……! Please!”