You Were My Sl*ve - Chapter 76
“She bears the blessing of the gods!”
Aslan, still slumped on the floor, suddenly roared with the voice of a warrior. Even Zahhak paused and turned toward him, surprised by the unexpected outburst. But when he saw the frail High Priest, Zahhak merely sneered.
“What nonsense. Oh, right… that wench is carrying the king’s seed. So what? All I have to do is kill the brat before it becomes king.”
Elona froze in shock. Zahhak knew about her pregnancy. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, trembling.
Aslan, catching his breath, slowly rose to his feet. His usually calm olive-green eyes burned with an intensity Elona had never seen before. He fixed Zahhak with a fiery stare.
“Listen well, Zahhak. The Droplet of Prayer guided her to the lost city of Luca. She offered her child at the first temple. You, of all people, know what that means—heir of the House of Omar.”
His voice rose with a fervor that bordered on madness. Elona turned to look at Zahhak, her heart pounding.
For the first time, the confidence and vengeful fire on Zahhak’s face flickered into confusion and fear. His jaw clenched, his cheek twitching uncontrollably as he muttered,
“Stop with your lies, High Priest… That’s impossible….”
But Aslan took another step forward, raising his voice even more.
“The child she bears is destined to become the King of Lu! The god of water and life has chosen that child! Would you—a mere mortal—dare harm the one destined to be the King of Lu?”
Zahhak’s expression twisted into a demonic snarl.
“Goddamn it!”
Elona leaned against the wall, her breath ragged. She didn’t fully understand what they were saying, but one thing was clear:
Her child—her and Kazan’s child—would become king. The King of Lu, blessed by the god of water and life, a name that had vanished for 300 years.
Zahhak’s scream echoed through the room.
“Why?! Why would Lu choose such a worthless woman?!”
Overcome with rage, Zahhak swung his sword wildly at the objects in the room. Candles spilled blue wax, the prayer book tore apart, its pages crushed under his feet. He hacked at everything in his path until, finally, he stopped, panting heavily.
His eyes, now brimming with dangerous intent, settled on Elona.
“Woman or child, I was planning to burn you both alive anyway….”
His voice sent chills down her spine. She nearly collapsed from fear but clenched her teeth and held her ground.
‘My child is watching. The child chosen by the gods. My child with Kazan.’
Their eyes locked in a tense standoff. Elona refused to look away, her gaze unwavering. Zahhak bared his teeth in a twisted grin.
“A Parsion woman blessed by the god of Lu… how amusing.”
He slowly sheathed his sword. The wild fury from moments ago disappeared, replaced by a cold, mocking smile.
“Aren’t you curious?”
Before Elona could respond, Zahhak grabbed her arm roughly.
“Elona!” Aslan cried out, but Zahhak ignored him, dragging her out of the room.
Only Elona heard what he whispered next.
“I wonder if that divine blessing will protect you… all the way to the end.”
As she was dragged through the corridor, Elona turned her head back to look at Aslan. Though his voice didn’t reach her, she knew what she had to do.
Don’t be afraid.
That’s the only way… to save myself.
*
I imagine you’re eager to hear the story of that night. But first, you need to know what happened earlier that day.
That morning, Princess Elona’s trial was held in absolute secrecy. The judge was His Majesty, the accuser was Prince Antonio, and three royal ministers and the royal scribe were present. Around noon, Prince Antonio himself informed me of the trial’s outcome.
“Sir Xerox, people can be so fickle, don’t you think? They swear they can’t live without each other, yet when it really matters, they betray each other without a second thought. Utter fools.”
“What do you mean, Your Highness?”
“Elona, of course.”
He spoke with a disturbingly cheerful expression.
“In the end, she confessed. Claimed that Kazan seduced her and tried to force himself on her. Begged Father to punish that slave bastard severely. It was quite the spectacle, I must say.”
“…I see.”
I couldn’t believe it. The princess would never have said such a thing. But seeing my disbelief, Prince Antonio added with a smirk,
“If you don’t believe me, you can check the official royal records later. Oh, wait—you don’t have clearance for that, do you?”
“It’s fine, Your Highness. Since you were the one who filed the accusation, there’s no reason to doubt it.”
Even as I said that, I wanted to rush to the princess and ask her directly—did she really say that about Kazan? I couldn’t imagine how devastating it would be for him to hear it. If I felt hollow and betrayed as an outsider, it would break Kazan completely.
“Hmm, by the way… What’s that servant girl’s name? The one Elona always keeps by her side.”
“Do you mean Samira?”
“Yes, that’s the one. Bring her to me. Just her, and do it quietly.”
“I… I’ll try, Your Highness. But unless Princess Elona grants permission, I can’t just take her away without—”
“Just drag her here. Elona’s been confined to her quarters, so she won’t even notice. Besides, no one cares what happens to a slave girl.”
I hesitated. Samira was… difficult. She had a prickly personality, and I had no interest in forcing her to do anything, nor did I have the skills to persuade her.
But Prince Antonio quickly grew impatient.
“Why are you just standing there? If she refuses, tell her it’s about Kazan. Say I have something for her related to him. That’ll get her moving. Now go!”
Under his orders, I had no choice but to fetch Samira. I found her sitting quietly outside the door to Princess Elona’s room.
“What do you want?”
She glanced at me warily and instinctively moved away. I explained the situation, but she didn’t seem convinced.
“Prince Antonio wants to give me something? What could that possibly be?”
“I have no idea. But you should come with me. If I return alone, he’ll just send another knight after you.”
She seemed to consider that for a moment. I’d never seen her interact with any of the other knights—perhaps I was the only one she could tolerate speaking to. After a brief pause, she stood up and agreed to follow me.
“Ah, you’re here.” Prince Antonio greeted her with a satisfied smile. “Sir Xerox, you can leave now. I have business with her.”
Samira glanced at me, her eyes filled with fear, but there was nothing I could do. I closed the door and started back toward the knight’s quarters. Yet something about the situation nagged at me, so I lingered just outside the door.
To my surprise, the two of them were… talking. I had expected him to torment her, but instead, they were having a seemingly peaceful conversation. The mood was far more relaxed than I had anticipated, so I stayed for a little while before leaving, reassured.
“That was everything that happened during the day,” Sir Xerox said, pausing to take a drink of water.
Kazan had remained silent throughout the story, but now he finally spoke.
“Was there nothing unusual in the afternoon?”
“No. It was an ordinary afternoon—except for the fact that Princess Elona was confined to her room, and you were sentenced to death and locked in the underground prison.”
“I see. So now we’re moving to what happened that night?”
“Yes. This is the story from before I came to find you in the underground prison. Do you remember what happened that night?”
How could I forget? Kazan thought. The events of that night were burned vividly into his memory. He gave a small nod, confirming it.
Sir Xerox hesitated for a moment before asking,
“And… did Samira visit you that night?”
Kazan raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
“What do you think?”
Sir Xerox stared at him, confused by his cryptic response. As the knight rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, Kazan allowed himself to sink back into that night’s memories.
*
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Lucy
Pls continue,so eager to know what happened?