North x Northwest

re Murasha was discovered by the Marquess as the latter came searching for his grandson in haste.
Surprised, the marquess commented on the situation.

{ “A man who had never been interested in slavery, suddenly brings in a sex slave even before he got married?” }

When even the Marquess referred to her as Edgar’s slave, Edgar grew enraged.
He remembered when they were living on the Northern Island, and how, although not paying much attention to the race there, knowing about their plight made him sad.
Edgar, furious with his grandfather, exclaimed angrily at him that he would marry Murasha.
His emotions were at its peak and he cried out that no one would see her as his slave if she was married to him.
Hearing all that, it was only natural for the Marquess to go into a fit of rage himself.

But Edgar had no time to worry about his grandfather because Murasha started to get sick.

He initially assumed it was due to the long journey.
She had never sailed or even seen a ship before, so crossing the ocean on her first voyage was naturally challenging for her.
Her condition, however, didn’t improve even after several months in Roahn.
Quality food, great clothes, pleasant surroundings, and Edgar’s care.
Nothing could restore Murasha’s health.
After two months in Roahn she even became bedridden.
As Edgar was a doctor himself, he nursed her all hours of the day and night…

Edgar stared blankly at the faint face that seemed to be fading under the candlelight.

“Murasha.”

Her eyes were narrowed.
Those eyes, which always glittered like jewels, had long since lost their lustre.
The worn-out vitality wandered in search of something.
Edgar tightly held her hand which over time had turned into nothing more than a bundle of skin and bones.
With difficulty, her lips formed a smile.

“Edgar.”

“..!”

Edgar was relieved to see that Murasha remembered him this time.

“How many days have passed?”

“It has been four days.”

“…”

Recently, she started to lose consciousness only to wake up three to four days later.
The pain experienced each time she awoke varied.
At times, she complained of dizziness or searched for her deceased mother at others, and in some cases, she couldn’t even recall Edgar at all.

While stroking her brow, Edgar spoke.

“I’m going to visit a place called Sesbron.
I have something important to do there.
It won’t take long.
And I’ll probably come back with some good news.
In the meantime, Levi will be here for you…”

“…”

Murasha couldn’t fathom his last words and proceeded to close her eyes.
Edgar paused for a moment before continuing.

“So don’t be surprised, don’t look for me… don’t worry….”

Suddenly, her figure became blurry like it had been soaked in water.
Edgar frowned as he held back his tears.
His fear that one day he wouldn’t be able to see her opening her eyes again, trampled on his heart.
Feeling suffocated for a while, he struggled to move away from her.

Servants had prepared a horse in front of the stables.
Sesbron wasn’t a short distance from Roahn, but Edgar planned to run nonstop.
It had been two days since he learned that the members of the Ruwa tribe, which had been transported to Sesbron, were mysteriously dying one by one.
The thread of deaths appeared to be an epidemic, and locals in Sesbron were terrified that a sex slave, who had mixed their body with its master, might carry an infectious disease.

But it certainly wasn’t an epidemic.
Edgar wasn’t only close with Murasha, but with all the people of the Ruwa tribe. 

‘An epidemic, I had never seen or heard of it.
However, I don’t give a damn what those locals are saying.’

Edgar intended to do autopsies on the piled-up bodies. 

‘They died after losing their strength, without any trauma.
After carefully piecing together the information, I learned that the symptoms are similar to those of Murasha.
That means Murasha has a treatable disease rather than a psychological ailment.’

Edgar’s heart swelled with hope.

He arrived at his residence in Sesbron within a week.
Edgar had sent word to Sesbron beforehand, so upon his arrival, he could immediately head down to the basement.
The bodies were laid one by one on narrow, hard wooden tables.
The cellar was damp, full of rotting carcasses and creatures that were led by the decomposition.
Despite all that, Edgar spent several nights in the cellar without leaving…

After falling asleep on his chair, he soon awoke and raised his heavy body.
Although he was mentally and physically exhausted, what he did was fruitful.
And that thought kept him going.
Edgar removed the white cloth from the body next in line.
The cloth that had been clinging to the dried blood fell off. 

‘All the bodies that I have examined so far have traces of whipping on their backs and thighs, but this body is particularly beaten all over… Brutal, sharp scars not only on the torso but also his arms, neck, face…’

Edgar’s throat choked.
He groaned upon seeing the face.

“Chippo…”

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