Chapter 39
Can We Become a Family?
Navia knew those eyes well. Those were the eyes of a person who could choose life or death.
âDid negotiating fail?â
Navia rolled up her lip and pretended to avoid his touch. It was to obtain the most amount of defense power by sucking up the opponentâs power with the black moon.
â¦but the black moon was calm.
Larkâs eyes flashed.
âWhat was that just now?â
Naviaâs face turned pale.
âWhat? Why wasnât there any change?â
Heâs definitely a wizard, wasnât he?
âYou.â
It was when Lark approached Navia as if he would twist her neck.
âI will cut it.â
She was trying to be calm, but her voice was shaking.
âIf you donât like this hair, I will cut it. I will also dye it.â
Hair didnât matter at all if she could achieve her goal.
In the first place, she only grew it to her thighs in order to be sold for an expensive price at the nursery.
Navia immediately bowed to the floor and begged Lark.
The great nobles loved this kind of thing. The more humble you were, the more satisfied they were.
Navia was well aware of it by experience.
So there was no hesitation in being obsequious.
Shame?
Humiliation?
Embarrassment?
Those things wonât save your life.
âI wonât be a nuisance. If thereâs anything I need to fix, I will fix it.â
This is the only opportunity.
I finally got here.
I have to survive.
If I live, I will find another way.
Navia spoke desperately,
âI can do anything. I will definitely have a useâ¦!â
At that time, the voice she heard countless times flew into her ears.
âYou donât do anything right. This is why low-borns are, tch!â
Her lips closed on their own.
She couldnât speak because she was so choked up.
Naviaâs gaze slowly sank down. There was only silence in the hallway.
ââ¦â¦â
âIn the end, is it all because of my birth?â
She had never lived a welcoming life.
No matter how much she had proved her usefulness, she had never been respected.
It was obvious.
Because sheâs not a person.
Because sheâs a tool.
But couldnât someone hold her hand because she was a useful tool?
But with his eyes, Lark said no harshly.
For her thinking and her silver hair.
âThen what the hell do I do to survive?â
Was dying the only option?
Just like the last eight lives.
Lark informed her coldly, thinking that the child was, as he thought, about to cry or shudder.
âI will save your life, so get out.â
And it was when he turned around.
âYouâll regret it.â
It was a low voice.
It was a dry tone as if it was all used up.
She spit out the word regret from her mouth.
Lark turned back to Navia again.
Navia was still facing the floor.
However, it was not the atmosphere that seemed to be in despair as before.
As his brows frowned, Navia gazed at Larkâs shoes that caught her gaze.
She saw the man Lark Eseled for the first time.
There was no information about him.
But something got caught in Naviaâs keen sense.
As Naviaâs head cooled down and she began to concentrate, her expression disappeared from her face.
She lifted her head and met Lark face-to-face.
âThe Duke is protecting this place, arenât you?â
Larkâs expression, compared to before, was infused with an incomparable eerie look.
Naviaâs red eyes shone more sharply.
This manâs weakness was definitely the duchy itself.
The reasoning was that he never abandoned this place even though he acted as if he wasnât interested in anything in the world.
Lark was outstanding.
Even if she didnât check, she felt just how great he was in her gut.
Appearance, magic, and status, nothing was lacking.
A lot of information was read because such a person had never left the Duchy, but had a sane appearance.
âIâve already informed those with power of the possibility of attacking Eseled. Agnes and the Imperial family fought between themselves and turned to this place. I know how arrogant and persistent they are.â
âShut it.â
âDuke. You have to listen to me. Theyâve resolved the problem of removing me. The will be after Eseled like a flock of birds, and then the second and third will come to this place.â
âCanât you hear me say shut it?â
Navia, undaunted by Larkâs fierce energy, continued.
âThereâs no room for negotiating like this if it were someone else.â
Theyâre going to come in here without breaking the chains of the brainwashing, like her.
âYou will regret it if you miss me.â
Most certainly.
Navia threatened Lark by erecting her claws like a highly poisoned kitten.
ââ¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦â
There was a moment of silence between them.
But there was a fierce war of nerves between the two.
Lark was genuinely dumbfounded.
And genuinely angry.
It wasnât because it was annoying as usual.
It was because he was stabbed.
(T/N: Because heâs shocked, he wasnât physically stabbed.)
It was anger that the little child had seen through him.
It was ridiculous.
It wasnât even funny.
He was overwhelmed by the trivial theme of life that would turn into powder and disappear with just a touch of a finger.
Lark spit out,
âIt seems you donât value your life.â
Navia did not lose and responded.
âI value my life, so Iâm threatening the Duke.â
ââ¦ha.â
Navia was so small and weak that it seemed that she would fall over with a light touch.
She was shaking but her eyes were twinkling with will.
âI hate it.â
Unlike himself, her silver hair gives off a pure and clear color. And her dazzling determination to live.
Itâs all hateful.
âThen I just have to get it out of my sight.â
It was when Lark reached out to the child.
Grumble!
Navia hurriedly wrapped her arms around her stomach with a flustered look.
âWhy did it have to be now!â
Her face, as well as her neck, was flushed with shame.
She drank a lot of water, but that wasnât enough to fill her up.
ââ¦â¦â
Larkâs hand stopped on its own.
Silver hair spread out like flames on the black floor and stood out painfully.
His mansion is black.
Inside, Navia was shining alone.
Like white flames.
It reminded him of someone.
ââ¦â¦â
Hwik!
As Lark raised his finger, Naviaâs body, which was kneeling on the floor, was lifted.
Something soft raised her body.
âOne year.â
At a sudden remark, Navia looked at Lark.
Lark spoke indifferently.
âGet out by then.â
Huh?
âThat meansâ¦?â
Navia asked in a dazed voice.
âThen I can stay here until then?â
Lark closed his lips for a moment when she asked back.
Then he clicked his tongue and spoke,
âDo what you want.â
Snap!
He snapped his fingers and disappeared.