Let There Be Blessing Behind You

Story 45. The Person I Love (1)

Chapter 77

I was the one who offered myself to him, but even I found it ridiculous. I began to chuckle loudly, and the man standing in front of me seemed confused at my reaction. His blank face slowly turned to that of disgust as he replied, “My brother, everything that happened so far has been carried out based on Hakim Karid’s order, Iztal Juya.”

“What?”

It took me a while to understand what he was saying. Yurema continued, “No matter how hard those brothers try, they will never catch him. Do you know what the traitor Manar asked when she was still alive? The warrior ordered her to find the murderer, but the warrior was already aware of how she wanted to escape Minurd. Manar was able to search her way out only because the warrior let her. He allowed it.”

“…”

“Her men were caught when they tried to escape Minurd because they were using the route I was using. They knew this path because they were chasing after me before when they were looking for the murderer. I knew exactly where they were going to go through to escape, and that is how I caught them. The next on the line is Ilis and you, I guess… But compared to the previous traitors, you will be caught in much worse shape, but I suppose the warrior knew this was exactly how things would pan out, right?”

By the time he was done talking, Yurema’s cute face had turned into an ugly scowl. I still wanted him to f*ck me, but I didn’t ask him again.

Oh, my warrior… All of this was his doing.

Didn’t Fatima tell me that everything that happened was the will of the Goddess? She was right, and so I wasn’t afraid.

“It’s okay, my brother Yurema… I… I am well aware of the fact that this is also the will of the Goddess… Haha…”

I murmured without moving. When Yurema took a step towards me, I suddenly felt a group approaching us from the castle. They were coming hurriedly towards us.

Before they reached us, this boy standing in front of me was about to take away my life.

I knew it, and I was ready.

However, Yurema only looked at me without drawing his weapon. He was studying me intensely. His expression still showed how much he hated me, but why…

Why did he kiss me so sweetly?

“…”

By the time Ramish, Eriez, and the Goddess’s warrior arrived, Yurema was gone.

***

My life as a man was over, but perhaps, not as the Innocent One. Even after my rescue, my body refused to calm down. I craved to be satisfied.

When I was washed up, I was not moved to the warrior’s bedroom or my own room, but to one of the meeting rooms in the warrior’s quarters. Hakim Karid placed me on a stone table like I was a plate and watched me for a long time.

He ordered, “Everyone, leave us.”

I knew what he wanted to do with me, so I giggled. I felt the brothers and the warrior’s servants leaving, but the warrior added an unexpected request, “No, not you, Iztal Eriez. You may stay.”

“My Warrior…”

“You can turn around if you want.”

I didn’t know what he was trying to show us. Did Eriez follow his order? Did he turn around, or did he watch? I couldn’t hear anything, not even his breath. I thought of turning towards him, but the warrior grabbed my face and asked me darkly, “Where did you leave your sword?”

“… pardon?”

“Your sword wasn’t anywhere near you when we found you. It also wasn’t in your selamlique… Do you still call yourself a swordsman?”

Of course, I couldn’t remember where I left my sword. I thought I had it with me the last time I left the harem… Did I lose it at the secret pathway out of the harem?

No, that wasn’t it. When Nairim woke me up, I remembered thinking that I still had all of my belongings with me. Then did I leave it in the washroom when Nairim washed me?

If it wasn’t in the selamlique… Was I not carrying my sword at all this entire time? Was I only carrying around the jar?

The sword… It was given to me by the warrior when I was 12 years old. Ever since then, I never left it out of my sight.

However, I couldn’t remember the last time I saw it anymore. I wasn’t even sure if I had it with me when I went to the harem. Did I even take it lately? I thought I did when I was in my room but was that just a hallucination?

“…”

I couldn’t answer. I was useless.

The warrior undid his pants and lifted my legs without a word. The table had the perfect height for him to do what he wanted to me.

He entered me without emotion, and as he thrust into me, I felt… nothing. I couldn’t even make a sound because the warrior covered my face and pushed me down with his giant hand.

His other hand pushed down on my neck, almost as if he was strangling me.

“…!”

Should I tell him that this wasn’t enough to satisfy me? However, I couldn’t speak because of his hand. I couldn’t even breathe. It was torture, both for him and for me.

And… For Eriez, too, I’m sure.

However, if this was a punishment, it had to end sometime. F*cking had to end sometime. I just had to wait until the warrior was done.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

I didn’t faint or get excited. I endured him silently, and I think it helped the warrior to forgive me. When he was done, Hakim Karid’s semen covered the table while my own wetted my stomach.

By the time I turned to see where Eriez was, I saw that he was gone, but I saw some moisture on the floor where he must have been standing.

The warrior ordered, “From now on, you are not allowed to leave my bedroom. I won’t bind you, so you can do whatever you want as long as you stay here. Sleep or do anything you want.”

“W-what do you mean, My Warrior? I…”

“I won’t give you a position or a duty.”

That was the end of his sentence. Do what I want? It felt worse than being bound and gagged. It meant that I lost my freedom completely. I no longer had any purpose or honor. I was just a naked man stuck in the room.

I was like furniture. A broken, used piece of furniture.

After a while, I fell asleep on the carpet. Later, in the dark, I heard someone’s footsteps approaching me. His warm hands carried me to a comfortable bed with a silk blanket. I knew this was happening, but only vaguely.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone.