C1 Part3

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“Yes, yes…”

“Is it only a little!”

“Six… pieces….”

He stretched his right hand, wriggling his hand, and as he stretched his thumb on his left hand, Jack continued to speak with a thump in his chest.

“How can you feed a colt like that! What if it dies?”

“Is it going to die?”

“There is a separate food for colts! If it eats what people eat, it will die!”

When Jack blamed her, Rachel quickly became frightened and intimidated.

If it was his son, he would have been angry at least by hitting his butt, but Jack couldn’t even hit her and just got upset because she was brought by the young master, who he had not yet seen his face, as the servant said.

“Get out. This is not a children’s playground, miss!”

“I… it was just crying because this kid was sad…….”

“When you’re young, you cry often. Now, come on! Get out of here!”

Jack rubbed the dirt on her hands and clothes and pushed Rachel’s back. Rachell, who was kicked out of the stable with an expression that looked like she was about to burst into tears, was unable to move on the spot for a while because of her hardened legs.

‘Will it really die……?’

The thumping of her heart filled her head. Dominic watched the back of Rachel, whose nostrils were cold and her shoulders were shaking.

After that, Rachel sneaked into the stable. She was wondering if the colt had died. Jack kicked out Rachel again, and Dominic grew up watching his father like that.

Over time, when Rachel turned six, Dominic, not his father, Jack, began to kick Rachel out.

“Get out! I’ll get in trouble if you come here!”

Nine-year-old Dominic was meaner than the seven-year-old Dominic. Of all things, what he saw and learned was that his father drove out Rachel.

Fortunately, the colt became a horse without any trouble. It must have been a lie that Jack told to scare her. The colt, which used to cry sadly, has now grown into a big, wonderful horse with a dark brown gloss, where Rachel can barely see its face when it raises its head.

“Is this color because of the macaron you ate then?”

Rachel stroked the glossy mane of the horse with her small hand, like a chocolate filling. Rachel whispered in her hands in the horse’s ear.

“I’ll call you ‘Chocolate’ from now on.”

Chocolate shook its long tail from side to side, perhaps because it understood Rachel’s words.

Dominic knew that Rachel secretly named the horse Chocolate. That day, Rachel left the stable, and Dominic said while looking at Chocolate.

“It’s just a poop color.”

And that year. The news came that the empire had won the war.

Celia, who was having a tea time with Rachel, heard the news to the butler and shed tears of joy.

“Oh, my God… God… God helped us. God helped our Terrence.”

“Terrence?”

Rachel had no way of knowing what the situation was, but she thought it would be a good thing because Celia was happy.

Shortly afterwards, the knights sent from the Barker family and the young master Terrance from the Barker family arrived at the estate. All the employees of the house, led by Celia and Zairo, flocked to the entrance of the mansion to greet him. And of course there was Rachel among them.

Rachel was puzzled. All the employees waited for someone with overwhelming expressions, and Celia, Zairo, and Ena stood at the entrance with anticipated expressions, so Rachel wondered who it was. Rachel pulled Ena’s collar.

“Ena, why are we all gathered here?”

“The young master and the knights are coming today with the news of victory.”

Ena replied gently to Rachel with a dazed expression. But it was still a difficult word for Rachel.

“Young master?”

When it comes to young master, isn’t it an expression that refers to the son of an aristocrat in a fairy tale book that Ena reads?

Did they have a young master at home? Rachel asked Ena again, but Ena couldn’t hear him because she was covered by the sound of the horseshoe. Instead, in an excited voice, she pointed over the gate to Rachel and said.

“There, there he is, miss!”

Rachel looked sulky at where Ena pointed.

The loud hoofs and fluttering flags from afar. And the figure of the main character at the forefront of the army made Rachel’s face white. It was the same for Celia and for everyone else.

It was because of Terrence’s appearance in a white mask.

Zairo pointed to the white mask of the terrance from the horse with his trembling hand.

“This is… What……. Terrence! What happened!”

“It’s a battlefield, isn’t it? This level of injury is not comparable to losing your life.”

Terrance, smiling, touched the white mask covering his face with his hands.

“The wound is big, but it’s not that uncomfortable. It’s not like I’m having a disability. You don’t have to worry too much.”

Celia grabbed her heart and looked at Terrence with eyes that were about to cry at the sight of her son talking shamelessly.

“Terrence…! Ahhhh… My son… But won’t you be able to show your face to this mother?”

“I’m worried that my mother will fall down. It looks ugly to me…….”

Terrence’s words weakened Celia’s legs. Terrence grabbed her falling mother and ordered the butler to take her to her room. Then he looked around with a white mask on his face as if he were looking for something. The gaze stopped at Rachel.

Rachel clasped Ena’s hand in terror. Ena look alternately between Rachel and Terrence, unable to do this or that.

“You’ve grown a lot, Rachel.”

There was joy in his voice. Rachel couldn’t look directly at Terrence and looked up at Ena and asked.

“…Who… Do you know me?”

It was only that moment that Rachel saw Terrence when she woke up from a deep sleep around the age of four. In addition, even if she had memories of that time, it was not easy to remember Terrence immediately after seeing him wearing such a white mask.

Terrence looked at her and saw the frightened Rachel, and put his stretched hand back in. Then he bent his knees and lowered himself further down at Rachel’s gaze and looked up at the child.

“Yes, it may be natural not to remember. How have you been, Rachel?”

Rachel behind Ena nodded a little. The man’s voice, humming from the mask with only a hole in his breath, destabilized Rachel’s heart.

“We can get to know each other gradually. I’m glad to see you growing up well.”

There was joy in the man’s voice. Although she couldn’t see the face, she could see it with a round black eye and a voice mixed with happiness. Nevertheless, Rachel didn’t understand. Why is he happy to see me?

The employees of the Barker family bowed their heads when they saw the man with a white mask and called him “Young Master.” The title was also changed to “Count” shortly after, and Rachel was more stunned. The count of this family was Zairo, and the man she saw for the first time came and said that he was the young master of this family and now became the count of the castle.

Rachel asked, looking at Celia sipping warm milk in front of her.

“Madam, madam. Who is the man in the white mask?”

Celia answered with a bitter smile at Rachel’s question.

“My son and the COunt of this family, Terrence Barker.”

Rachel’s heart throbbed at Celia’s expression of ‘my son’. Somehow she felt like Celia was taken away by a man she didn’t know.

***

Terrence had a busy day even after entering the mansion. As a small count, there was a lot to prepare for in the future, and he had to make efforts to win the favor of Rachel, who was scared of him.

Terrence looked in the mirror and touched his white mask.

“I shouldn’t have worn it.”

Somehow, Rachel seemed to be afraid of this mask. But he couldn’t take off his mask. It’s a justification. Terrence shook his head and shook off his thoughts.

“Count, Count Zairo is calling.”

Then, with a knock, the butler’s voice was heard. Terrence left the room, rearranging his mask.

“What’s going on?”

“I haven’t heard anything in detail either, Count.”

“It’s awkward that you always call me young master, but you call me Count.”

“You’ll have to get used to it now.”

The two walked to Zairo’s office, talking nonsense. When Bruce knocked, Zairo’s voice came over the door.

“Come in.”

When the door opened, he saw Zairo sitting at his desk looking through the documents. As Terrence walked in front of him, Zairo went straight to the point.

“It’s time for you to get married, too.”

What he presented were portraits of noble young children and documents containing short personal information.

‘Yes, of course.….’

Terrence’s forehead was slightly wrinkled, but it was hidden by a white mask and could not be seen in Zairo’s eyes.

“They are young children who were selected first.”

“I won’t.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to continue being the count?”

“I said I wanted to be a count. I wanted to get married but not now.”

A smiling voice came out over the mask as if it were full of energy.

“Marriage is inevitable to continue as a count.”

“And when they look at this face… Won’t all the young children run away?”

Terrence continued, tapping on his white mask.

“Poor thing. What kind of father would want their lovely daughter to live with a monster.”

When Terrence said he was a monster, Zairo’s forehead narrowed.

“…Yes, since we’ve already talked about it. How long are you going to keep that mask on? If you were injured, wouldn’t it be right to receive treatment?”

“It’s already been more than two years. There’s no way to treat it or erase it anymore.”

“Let’s see how terrible it is.”

Zairo rose from his seat and walked to Terrence. Terrence stepped back, striking his hands that stretched out into the white mask.

“It’s a scar I don’t want you to see. And if I’m good at it, I don’t need to get married.”

“…You need a descendant to continue your family from generation to generation.”

At Zairo’s words, Terrence’s forehead narrowed further. He didn’t want to say this…….

“What would you do if I went to war and became crippled?”

Zairo’s eyebrows wiggled at Terrence’s words.

“Adoption is enough to continue the family, father. Please wait a little longer.”

He’ll be a count who doesn’t need to get married.

***

At the office of Zairo, where Terrence left. airo ordered Bruce to call a lady who was moderately heavy-mouthed. Zairo spoke in a calm voice to the maiden who came in shortly after.

“Listen to Terrence’s bath.”

“What?”

“And put up his penis.”

At that moment, the maid blinked her eyes wide to see if she heard it wrong. Then Zairo stopped the pen he was writing on the document and looked up.

“It means to check whether his penis is rising or not. Didn’t you understand?”

“Oh, no, I understand… How…”

Touching the penises of Terrence, a young master and count. The maid was confused.

“You can just do as you are told.”

The maidservant in Zairo, who can no longer speak, just nodded. The order of Zairo, the master and the owner of this house, is the same as the law.

***

“Rachel.”

Late in the evening. It was the only time to see Rachel for a busy Terrence. Terrence patted Rachel’s soft blonde hair, which had already fallen asleep, by touching it with his hands.

With the gentle breath flowing, Terrence immediately felt the exhaustion. However, now is the only time to see Rachel, so he memorized this image of Rachel with his eyes wide open.

‘When did she get so big?….’

Two years was too short and too long. Two years on the battlefield was horribly long, and it was too short considering that Rachel had grown up. It would have been good for him if she grew up quickly, but he couldn’t help but be disappointed by the rapid change of Rachel over the past two years.

Rachel felt extremely uncomfortable with something hanging over her body while sleeping. Eventually, Ena allowed her hands and feet to be bare. Terrence put the blanket under her chin and covered her with it in case she caught a cold.

“I’ll have to prepare a thin negligee.”

He put her golden hair flowing down over her forehead to the back of her ear, patted the blanket a few more times, and got up from his seat. Terrence carefully closed the door when he saw Rachel sleeping soundly, even though the rustling sound from the side would be quite noisy.

Terrence entered his room, he tried to undress for a bath, three maids entered his room. When they suddenly came in, Terrence fixed his shirt again and turned to them.

“I came in to serve you in the bath, Count.”

When a maid, who noticed his question, answered, Terrence sighed low. It used to be something that was naturally received. For the past two years, he wiped the smell of blood alone on the battlefield, so it was still awkward to take a bath.

He’ll have to get used to this kind of life from now on. As he nodded, the maids immediately approached and peeled off his clothes. He didn’t know when he was young, but it was quite uncomfortable for strange women to take off his clothes.

Terrence’s body clearly showed the time he had gone through the battlefield. Scars all over the firm muscles. Obviously, the biggest of these scars is the face, so the maid, who was ordered by Zairo, untied his trouser strap, believing that he was wearing a mask like this.

The maid, the first to serve him, almost screamed out of her mouth as soon as he lowered his pants. a sagging dark red flesh of an adult man’s appendages. It wasn’t very swollen, but she thought that the veins would be more violent if they rose firmly.

Touching a pillar like this while taking a bath. Her fingertips are already numb.

As the foggy steam entered the bathtub, the water overflowed here and there. As he was soaking in the hot water, he felt tired like a wave. Even though he wanted to wash up as soon as possible and go into bed, the maids were busy wiping his body thoroughly.

Next to the bathtub was Terrence’s sword. The maids intended to put the sword in the room, but Terrence came firmly into the bathroom. It was a habit on the battlefield. It was a place where he couldn’t take a bath and a shower freely, so he had to always have a sword next to him. Now that the war was over, the habit remained.

Terrence closed his eyes quietly, feeling the hands of the maids wiping his body everywhere. It was clear that he would fall asleep at this rate. And it was that moment. The maid brushed the back of her hand against Terrence’s hideous flesh.

“…….”

Terrence did not respond. The maid obviously felt it. His thick appendage that passed by the back of his hand And yet he didn’t say anything, he didn’t respond.

She brushed the back of her hand again. This time, it was a long column of veins sticking out from place to place. She glanced at him. There was no response.

She began to wonder if it really didn’t respond as her master said. The maid closed her eyes tightly.

‘Sorry, young master……!’

This time it was the root of his column and two smooth chunks. Nevertheless, there was no response, so she rubbed the top and bottom of the penis with the back of her hand.

His post, which was supposed to respond, was still drooping. When she felt the big chunk of flesh with her hands, she felt like herbottom was getting wet. The maid went out a little more boldly, swallowing her dry saliva. This time, she raised the column from the root to the tip with her fingertips.

“Are you in a rut?”

For a moment Terrence’s voice rang low in the bathroom. The other two maids had no way of knowing what the situation was. They were staring at each other, but only one was an exception. Her hand stopped.

“Everyone but you stay out.”

She was sure his eyes were closed. Terrence drove the rest of the women out of his room. The only two left were the maid and Terrence in the bathroom, which was filled with heat.

Terrence rose from the bathtub. There was a sound of water pouring out, but the maid couldn’t bear to raise her head. Then she heard a heavy and sharp sound of iron.

The maid had heard the rumor before. Rumor has it that he pointed a sword at one of the employees. While he was away, the rumor grew more and more, and it became a terrible story that the employee’s head was cut off and hung at the entrance of the mansion.

Of course, the woman who had not been in the house at that time had no way of knowing.

The maid immediately knelt down, bowed her head, and said sweetly.

“Sorry, youngmaster! It’s… it’s…!”

“Even if you’re in a rut, it seems like you’re very determined. Not once, but many times.”

If it was only once he was about to fall for it as a mistake. However, the gesture became bold twice, three times even more, and it was unpleasant.

“Okay, let’s hear what you think.”

“Yes, yes?”

Terrence sat down with his knees bent and looked at the maid. Far from having an impression, the drooping flesh was visible in front of the maid. The maid hit her head on the floor again with a red face.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! Actually, the master……!”

“Ha…”

It’s what he expected. As an adult, he could not have known the touch she did with impure intentions. Terrence swept up her wet hair and tapped the maid on the shoulder with a knife.

“How can you reveal your master’s name so easily.….”

Tears dripped from the maid’s eyes. She was a rat with nowhere else to run.

“I’ll let you go quietly, so leave right now.”

Wouldn’t it be better to save her life and be kicked out than to be decapitated and caught in a mansion? Of course, it was a rumor misrepresented by a misunderstanding. The maid bowed her head once more and hurriedly left Terrence’s room.

Terrence, who was left alone in the bathtub, was amazed by the brutality of his father, Zairo.

‘Was it that shocking to hear that I became crippled?….’

It was not that he could not understand the situation of the maid. It’s the master’s order. How can she refuse? He even felt sorry for her, who will eventually be kicked out.

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