Chapter 110 - I Was The Villain’s Younger Sister (1)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Nym13

“If you can’t give everything, then don’t give it. If possible, don’t give your forgiveness to the one who locked you up and hurt you like this.” I told him.

Love only those who will give you everything, especially the heroine, and I hope you will not forgive the father who made you this way.

In the book, the red rose defended justice. Right, Archduke Harnim also defended justice. The red rose symbolized the passion, and the cold blue eyes of the Ricdorian symbolizes justice and spirit.

But what mattered most and what he should remember was that his father, who was righteous to others, was not righteous to him.

“Justice is good, but I’d rather be a villain when it’s difficult.” I advised, despite knowing it would be difficult for him to follow.

Well, if that happens that would be good, and even if not, I guess it would be a good food for thought, something for him to think about again.

“Don’t cry.” I said as I stole the gem-like tear that slowly fell from his eyes gently with my inner thumb.

Ricodorian continued to whimper.

His harsh hands grabbed me which shook the harshness violently. He was whimpering, even at this moment, and even in his beast state, it seems that he still can cry like a human does.

Sure enough, something red fell to the floor and made a black mark on its landing.

It was blood.

“Ricdorian!” I exclaimed.

“…promise.” He said, still holding onto my fingers.

His wrist was torn. The chains that have been stretched by force made his arms tremble with blood.

Blood was gushing from his wound, he tore his flesh by trying to reach me while his chains held him back. I wanted to see the extent of his wound and how badly he was hurt, but I couldn’t move because of my fingertips that were barely caught by him.

“Are you going to keep…” Ricdorian began to ask.

This was a place where the light was dim. And I couldn’t tell what condition the crouching Ricdorian was in. Whether it’s the rational or grown-up side of him who was talking.

“Promise, you’ll keep it.” His cracked and desperate voice made it impossible to guess what personality he’s in right now.

“…Make sure to treat your wounds.” I rummaged through my pockets and passed the ointment to his hand. I came to give this to him from the very first place anyway.

He smiled faintly, “I will. I always listen to you very well.”

I still did not know which side of him was talking to me, but Ricdorian kissed my fingertips and let them go slowly as if he wasn’t hurting presently.

I saw his fingertips tremble as I gradually stepped back.

“You’ll keep your word, Iana.” He said it over and over again making sure I would never forget it.

His gaze, along with the slow raising of his head, pierced straight right through me and made my chest ache painfully.

Staring back at me were deep blue eyes, like that of the transparent sea. Seeing his irises made me self-conscious and I quickly averted his gaze and casted my eyes downward. Shortly afterwards, I lifted them up again to answer him.

“Yes, I will. ”

I said and then he smiled broadly.

“A year from now. If you get out of prison.”

Ricdorian’s face was beaming at my words. Indeed, it was a farewell.

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