Chapter 270

Lawrence must have felt Lysia’s gaze. But he didn’t care at all.

“I prepared dinner. It may not be a very good dish.”

“You are not even human.”

“It’s just a meal. There are no priests, nobility, no officials, and no purpose whatsoever.”

Lawrence smiled with a smooth face. And he approached Lysia.

“It was what you liked. You and I, at a quaint place to eat and drink tea and things like that.”

“.....”

Lysia looked at him with a pale face.

There was a time.

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When she believed she could still change him. When she thought the name of love could solve everything.

When she thought he would treat her differently with that name. When she thought she would share his burden and share his responsibilities.

At that time, she also had a sweet feeling.

She knew that life in the Imperial Palace would be difficult, and that she knew that people do not change easily.

Although she understands that he is a cruel person.

Still, there were moments when it seemed that even the hard work of sustaining the world could be easily accomplished.

Venia grabbed her hand, terrified from behind. Lysia was thus able to keep her sanity.

“Get out, Venia.”

“Mi, Miss.....”

Venia whispered in fear.

Lawrence was still smiling. It was a beautiful figure, but Venia felt nothing but horror.

Lysia held her hand once, and said,

“Get out.”

Venia groaned. It was because something small and heavy inside Lysia’s sleeve rolled down onto Venia’s palm.

She clasped it in her hand.

Then, with a frightened look, she came out from Lysia’s side, shuddering. And she ran out of the room.

What was in her hand was a bullet. Venia held her trembling breath and looked around.

And she hid it in the hem of her skirt.

* * *

Lawrence looked at Venia’s back as she went out and twisted his lips.

“You are still kind. Aren’t you curious?”

“What?”

“If Venia betrayed you after you died?”

Lysia bit her lip.

“I’m not curious. Even if Venia had stepped on my tombstone, it wouldn’t have been Venia’s fault.”

“Is that maid so reliable?”

“Venia knows what integrity and loyalty are. If she betrayed me, you must have driven her to do it.”

“Or Tia.”

“.....”

Lysia did not answer. Lawrence grinned.

“You’re only cold to me, right?”

“.....”

Lysia was silent. She had nothing to say and nothing she wanted to say.

Lawrence approached Lysia.

Lysia unknowingly took a step back from him. But the room wasn’t that spacious.

Soon the wall hit her back.

Lysia took in a breath. Lawrence’s hand grabbed a handful of her hair.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Lysia’s raised hair. The jewel-like bright eyes glanced at Lysia.

The next moment he pulled her by the hair.

“Ugh.”

Lysia hardened her body. She was gripped by a feeling of shame rather than pain.

She couldn’t resist. She couldn’t fight Lawrence and win with her own strength. It would rather result in harming her own body.

What difference would she make if she had a weapon?

If her gun is loaded and she can shoot, then what? What if the monsters come and kill her?

What about Venia? What about the plague?

Can she kill Lawrence herself before that?

Her love had dried up to the bottom, and compassion was not even in her arms.

But she wasn’t sure.

The bottom of her chest swelled.

Lawrence growled as he looked into Lysia’s face.

“Why? You got sympathy, Saint?”

“.....”

“If you want to sympathize, do it right. You always tell me. Be patient, yield, understand. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“What is your purpose?”

Lysia asked with a wretched face.

“I am no longer the Saintess. The oracle was given to Tia, and the Crown Prince Ceremony was over. Just because you said this to me doesn’t mean you can become emperor.”

“I’m not interested in that.”

Lawrence grinned and threw Lysia onto the bed. Lysia groaned painfully and rolled over.

Lawrence climbed on top of her. This time, Lysia crawled away until her back hit the wall.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know there was no room to escape. But it was because she couldn’t overcome the rejection.

Lawrence lowered his head. Lysia turned her head.

Lawrence then grabbed her chin and covered Lysia’s lips.

Lysia screamed into her throat.

Lawrence grabbed her wrist. Lysia struggled like crazy.

Eventually, unable to suppress all of her resistance, Lawrence fell from her. Lawrence’s lips ripped open and blood gushed.

He laughed cheerfully. And he pulled the gasping Lysia’s waist into a hug that her breath hit his chin.

“Oh no,, Lysia.”

He pulled the pistol from her fingertips.

“Gasp.”

“If you had a gun, you should have shot it right away when I opened the door.”

Lawrence’s smile glided across Lysia’s cheeks as smooth as silk. There was a blood stain on the white cheeks.

“If not? Is it that again? You will endure whatever I do because you’re afraid Cedric will fall if you die.”historical

He laughed happily. Then, while sitting on Lysia, he clicked and opened the barrel.

The barrel was empty.

“Aha. Well, you were dragged out suddenly, so I guess you didn’t have time to load it.”

Lawrence said calmly.

Lysia took her breath and she spoke again,

“If you don’t even want to be emperor, why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m going to get my woman back, what’s wrong?”

“I am not your wife.”

Lysia said, squeezing it out.

“It’s all gone.”

“But you love me, right?”

said Lawrence.

Lysia gasped for breath. Her exhalation was so hot it felt like her chest was on fire.

“How, how can you say that....!”

“Hey, it’s funny when I say things like this.”

Lawrence quivered as if it was really funny.

“Anything is fine. I don’t care if you love me or not. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re my woman.”

Lysia clenched her teeth. She tried not to feel anything.

Everything she had told Artizea. In the end, it was all Lysia’s own choice.

It was also her own decision to believe that Lawrence was the subject of the oracle. There was obviously a romantic feeling involved.

She loved and tried to keep loving. She wanted to live for each other as husband and wife.

She tried to forgive him all her life. If Lawrence had held her outstretched hand, she would have been able to work harder in the future.

But Lawrence did not hold the hand.

At that time, Lysia put everything down.

Lawrence gently stroked her cheek.

“Did you really put it all down? Do you hate me? Our children, too?”

At that moment, Lysia struggled like crazy.

Lawrence giggled and grabbed her limbs and pressed them down.

Lawrence really wasn’t interested in becoming emperor.

As he regained his memory, the first thing he felt was pleasure.

He didn’t even want to get revenge on Artizea. How did she get passed on to Cedric?

Lawrence was different from Miraila. When he decided to get rid of Artizea, he knew for sure that he had severed all ties.

It was natural to fight for revenge. Lawrence took it naturally.

So, in the first place, Artizea couldn’t be the object of passion for Lawrence.

She seemed to depend on her vassals more than herself, which was annoying.

But the joy that he had won was instantaneous. However, it was gone as quickly as a bubble.

It was a younger sister who would wither and die if left alone.

‘In the end, there was no point in doing anything.’

He had the whole world. He built and demolished sand castles, and even tried to smash everything that was unpleasant like kicking a toy house made of blocks.

The result of doing everything as desired was boredom.

He thought he was an amazing person. If it were him, he would have gotten tired of ruling and reigning.

In his previous life, the only thing that had meaning was Lysia.

“I want to be the only one in your life.”

“Aackk!”

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Lysia cried out, unable to bear her wrath.

“You don’t love me! That’s not love!”

Lysia’s eyes seemed to be on fire.

Lawrence looked into her eyes with ecstasy.

“It might be. I don’t care what you call this feeling. All I need to do is have you.”

For that, he intended to smash her by beating those with whom she cherished and bonded.

Starting with that bastard whom she claims she doesn’t love.

“Isn’t it possible to make you despair and go crazy so you can only see me? Don’t you think so?”

“You are trash.”

Lawrence smiled sweetly as if he had heard praise.