Predatory Marriage

Chapter 157. Unexpected Death (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Cerdina’s mother was beautiful. She knew it, and knew how to use it. It was how she obtained the title of Countess Weddleton. Blinded with love, the Count had covered up her low status.

When she was young, Cerdina would go with her mother sometimes to the center of the city, where they would turn off onto a road and find a particular alley. There was a group of men and women who sang there sometimes, playing on the strings of small guitars. When they saw Cerdina and her mother, they would approach excitedly, talking to Cerdina’s mother in a language she didn’t understand, and giving the girl jewelry and crude toys.

When her arms were already filled with toys, a woman with a charming smile placed a crystal orb on top of the pile.

—You may need this.

On the way home, Cerdina looked at the orb curiously.

—Mother, are you Estians? She had asked.

Her mother’s beautiful brow furrowed. She answered in a soft but firm voice.

—We are not Estians. Neither are we Tomari. We are Toma.

Later, Cerdina ate her mother’s heart to become more powerful than anyone else. But even this was not sufficient to conquer the world. The King of Estia was caught in her ambitions, and as soon as she saw the opportunity, Cerdina cast a spell that would turn the whole continent upside down.

It was something that no one else would have dared to do. She cast a spell that would make the humblest blood into the greatest.

“Ahh, ahhh…”

She screamed and shuddered as she cl!maxed. Her face was flushed as she twisted a silk cord in one hand and caressed the King’s cheek with the other.

“Rest, husband,” she said affectionately. The cord tightened on his neck and his face turned blue. He couldn’t breathe. His body trembled, stiffening.

“Oh…”

Cerdina burst out laughing when she felt the flood of his s3men inside her.

The King’s eyelids closed to cover unfocused eyes. His twitching body went limp. Cerdina bent her ear to his chest. Only when she was sure he had completely stopped breathing did she release the cord.

“Ahh…”

She stood, slowly pulling his manhood out of her, and slipped into the robe she had placed nearby, the soft silk covering her white skin. She tied the sash around her waist.

“Blain,” she called. At her affectionate summons, the man seated behind curtains approached slowly. His blond hair suited him well. Cerdina stroked his silvery hair and plucked an object off the nightstand. The dagger stained with dried blood was a relic of her mother.

“It’s the same thing I did with my mother,” she said comfortingly.

“……”

Blain did not respond. Gazing at his expressionless face, Cerdina’s eyes narrowed.

“This is for…”

“Shut up.”

He took the dagger from her. It was rude, but she was too overcome with joy to mind. Blain approached the King’s body and drove the dagger into his chest. Blood poured out to stain the bed. Soon, the wet sounds of raw flesh being chewed filled the room.

Cerdina watched with glee. Finally, the moment she had been waiting for so long was approaching.

“My dear son…” She whispered, intoxicated with joy. “You will have the most wonderful coronation in the world, Blain.”

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