The Iron Lady and the Witch

Translated by SoundOfDestiny

Edited by Zil

“It was .... nerve-wracking.”

After an informal meeting with Ave Macbeth, the Lord Advocate and imperial spy, Mertina Marcell sighed deeply.

Meltina was on her way back to her pre-arranged carriage. In the carriage, there is only one maid sitting, except for her.

“It was an excellent piece of persuasion, Mertina. I can’t negotiate like that, so thank you.”

“I am honoured by your praise, Lady Neimilia.”

The words of praise came from the maid’s mouth. But Mertina replied with a slightly nervous look on her face.

A young lady in a dress and a servant in a maid’s uniform. From the outside, the former appears to be the superior, but the relationship between the two is the complete opposite.

Mertina opens her mouth with an upturned look, taking great care not to offend Neimilia.

“Now Lord Justice Macbeth, one of the higher nobles of the Royal Court, will act for His Royal Highness Prince Raidorl. Are you satisfied?”

“Yes, I’m sure he’ll be delighted.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it.”

Mertina was relieved when Neimilia smiled cheerfully at her.

Mertina knew that her smile was only a superficial smile, while Neimilia had a pleasant smile on her face the whole time.

Neimilia is one of the Six Witches of Doom who once nearly destroyed the world, and is one of the most fearsome monsters on earth.

The evidence of the secret communication that drove Macbeth to his surrender was also found by Neimilia, who summoned a shadow messenger to find it.

The shadow, which can hide in the dark and sneak in anywhere, wherever it goes, no one can hide everything.

The mansions of Macbeth and other powerful noblemen in the capital have already been stripped bare, and their weaknesses have been grasped at every turn.

“She’s a scary person, terrifying..”

Once upon a time, Mertina tried unsuccessfully to manipulate Raidorl by placing a curse on him and ended up in a prison cell in the frontier city.

Originally, Mertina was released by her father, Lockwood Marcell, as a pawn. She was prepared to be captured and even to be rudely beaten.

But what struck Mertina as a prisoner of war was a living hell that was worse than being killed.

“Your majesty, father, I am sorry. I have no choice but to do this.”

She touched the bosom of her dress gently and fell on her face, hiding her melancholy eyes with her eyelashes.

Mertina’s left breast is engraved with a curse by Neimilia.

It was a similar design to the one on Granard, and it tormented Mertina day and night.

“Oh, Mertina, you have worked so hard for your master, don’t you think you should be rewarded?”

“Ah, theres’ no nee........!”

“Don’t be shy. Come on, it feels good.”

“Khh, ....Fwahh, .... st-op, .... Plea-!”

Mertina’s tongue flicked out and she squealed in delight as the intense pleasure assaulted her body.

The intense pleasure that consumes her whole body has been experienced more times than she can count, but it still does not allow her to get used to it.

Since the failure of her plan and her captivity, Mertina has been plagued by a curse that has driven her mad.

She was left in a prison cell in the frontier city.

Left in a prison cell in the frontier city, Mertina spends her days behind bars, solitary and comforting herself.

“I’ve thought many times that I should just die. But .... this witch won’t even let me do that. ....”

Whenever Meltina tried to commit suicide, an inexplicable shock pierced her body and she fainted.

And when she wakes up, the curse would appear again on her body and it goes on indefinitely.

Mertina’s father, the Prime Minister, has trained her to be a person who can live and die for the Kingdom of Zain.

As part of this, she was trained to endure torture.

However, the horrible witch’s manipulations make her realize that it was all useless.

“You can endure pain if you train yourself to do so. It’s like eating spicy food, you become addicted to it. But there is no one who can resist love, happiness and pleasure. I was sealed away for 200 years because I loved ‘that person’.”

(TL:Referring to Raidorl’s ancestor)

This is what Neimilia said to her just before she left the city.

And just as she had said, Mertina succumbed to the hell of pleasure.

The sexual urges that come to her every day chip away at her pride, her faith, her reason, but they are tempered just enough to keep her from going completely mad.

In the beginning, Mertina rebelled because of her imprinted patriotism, but soon she fell to her knees before the curse and begged the witch for mercy.

“I am the daughter of the Prime Minister. Daughter of the house of Marcell.”

“I have a duty to live for my country. I have a duty to die for my country.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m suffering so much and the kingdoms won’t help me.”

“Even my father has forsaken me.”

“So why should I serve my country?”

In the never-ending hell of pleasure, Mertina’s beliefs were melted down like hot iron, only to be reborn in a new and more solid form.

“For the country, for the country, for the country.”

“It would be better for the country if His Highness Prince Raidorl were king.

“His Highness, who has changed me so much, he can make this country a better place.”

“The Empire was going to destroy us anyway. Then his highness should be the king, for he has saved the kingdom.”

Mertina’s distorted beliefs soon took a firm shape.

When Neimilia came to pick her up after several months in prison, Mertina had no hesitation in falling flat on her face.

“I pledge my allegiance to His Highness, Raidrol. I ask you to accept my loyalty.”

Neimilia nodded in satisfaction as Mertina made the most pathetic display of her life, scraping her head on the ground with both hands and feet.

“I knew you had potential. You’d make a great dog, Mertina.”

Mertina will never forget the look on Neimilia’s face.

A smile as gentle as ‘Our Lady’. A smile as gentle as a mother’s.

(TL: Our Lady referring to Mary especially in catholics)

It was a devilishly gentle smile that left no doubt that being Raidorl’s dog would be a blessing for Mertina.

“....There was no way we could have won from the start. Not me, not my father. Not even the King”

“Did you say something, Miss Mertina?”

“No, I didn’t say anything. Lady Neimilia.”

Mertina shakes her head as she finishes reminiscing after being forced to enjoy her reward from Neimilia.

“And what shall I do next?　I would do anything for His Highness Prince Raidorl.”

“Well then, let’s cut down the merchants this time. Let’s get all the powerful people in the Royal Capital on our master’s side before he comes back!”

Mertina closed her eyes gently as the witch said with a sunny expression on her face.

When she opened her eyes again, the melancholy and hesitation she had felt earlier had vanished.

“Very well, Lady Neimilia. All for the sake of our Lord, His Royal Highness King Raidorl.”