"Please stop!"
"My lady, please don't go there!"
A few maids tried to stop the black haired woman, her footsteps quick and light as she rushed towards the bedroom that she shares with her husband.
"Why do the servants keep stopping me?" Renzille questioned the head maid, her pace getting faster. "Since when did it become forbidden to visit one's spouse as soon as the other spouse got back from somewhere far and haven't seen them in years?"
The head maid and maids couldn't refute her question, but they still continued their attempt to stop her.
"My lady, please don't do this!"
"I'm begging you—"
However, their efforts were in vain due to the strength difference between them and the noblewoman they served— who also just got back from the battlefield that finally ceased after six years of continuous battle.
Renzille is one of a kind and being thrown into a land where death looms over her head, she outgrew her naivete and became a spectacular knight that rose in ranking in an alarming speed.
She was proud of this achievement of hers so when she reached the bedroom, her hands shot out immediately and slammed the doors open.
"Kyaa! Perverts!"
Renzille's heart dropped to her stomach at the sight that greeted her, the color of her face vanishing as she stared blankly at the four people on her bed.
The one who screamed was her little sister.. Who was naked and sitting on top of her husband with her two lovers having their lips pressed on her neck— their intimate position giving away what they were previously doing.
"Sister!" The woman gasped in feigned surprise and got off the bed, dragging the white sheet with her to cover her naked body. "You're back—"
Slap!
Gasps and murmurs filled the room as Celine Delfina Thillion went wide eyed, her tears quickly working their magic and streaming down her face while she held her cheek that her big sister strikes.
"You snake." Renzille said, her red eyes narrowing down to glare menacingly towards Celine. "I was gone for three years because I was drafted by our father for your sake, but you repay me by sleeping with my husband? In my own bed?"
"How dare you, Renzi—"
"Don't you dare spout my name with that disgusting mouth of yours that reeks of this harlot's unbearable bad breath!" Renzille growled, snapping her gaze to the wolf beastman who ran to Celine's rescue.
The gasps and murmurs of servants were quickly replaced with restrained laughter, each one of them turning away from the daughters of Count Thillion.
What Renzille said was true— Celine Delfina Thillion's breath reeks of bad smell because she believes that brushing her teeth would harm her health and their father, the Count, decided to humor her by letting the family physician go along with her whims.
Renzille's nose scrunched up in disgust, covering the lower part of her face to emphasize her point.
"You could have chosen another harlot to sleep with, but you chose an utterly unhygienic one." The black haired woman tutted out, the tone of her voice was condescending and truly disgusted.
"Ho— how dare you?!" Renzille's husband growled, his eyes glistening with tears. "First, you left me here all alone and now that you're back, you're insulting me?! Haven't you done enough to torment me?! I knew that you loved abusing beastmen like me, but.. But I didn't know that you would go this far!"
In an instant, Renzille grew confused about what he was saying because she had never abused beastmen.
"What in the world are you talking about? Have you perhaps lost your mind like how you lost control of your sorry piece of junk inside your pants?" Renzille asked, raising an eyebrow.
The only reason why she's confused about what her ex-husband was saying was because of her mother.
Her mother is a beast woman who died after she gave birth to Renzille— she heard that her mother was a lovely beastwoman, but she had never seen a glimpse of her picture or anything regarding her in her whole life.
The closest she got to know her own mother was the stories her nanny told her before she passed away four years ago.
When she died, she brought the stories of Renzille's mother to her own grave and got buried with them deep under the dirt, locked in a coffin that is secured for Renzille's reassurance.
Renzille has so much respect for beastmen and beastwomen so why would she abuse them?
"What's the meaning of this?" Came a stern and emotionless voice coming behind Renzille, making her shoulders go tense and her whole body rigid. "You just got back from the war and yet, you're causing trouble?"
Renzille quickly spun on her heels to face the head of the house Thillion, only for her face to swivel to the side as soon as she did so.
Slap!
"You're a disgrace to this family!" The Count exclaimed, his voice booming across the hall and shaking the pillars that supported the mansion. "How dare you mistreat your husbands and lay a hand on your sister?"
Renzille's stared at the floor, too surprised by the slap she received just now to answer.
"I can't believe that I was raising a monster like you." The Count continued and sneered down at his daughter like she was nothing, but an animal dirt that was stuck on the bottom of his shoes.
Renzille brought her gaze up and laughed bitterly. "I'm a monster? Then what do you call yourself and the harlot you brought here— urk!"
She couldn't finish what she was saying due to her father's fingers suddenly closing around her neck, his eyes wide in fury at the words she just spouted. "How dare you speak that way to your father, Renzille?"
Renzille's airways got constricted with how tight the Count's fingers were wrapping around her throat, causing her to gasp for air.
However, Renzille smiled with a malicious glint in her eyes. "Father? Don't make me laugh. The moment you sent me out to the battlefield was the moment you became a monster for my eyes, Count Thillion— agh!"
She was thrown to the side, the Count glaring at her way before he switched his gaze to the knights standing idly nearby.
"Take her out to the garden and have her head put down in the treasury." The Count ordered, making the servants and knights grow cold at his words. "I want to see her body tied up by the gazebo tonight so do your job as cleanly as possible."
The knights didn't move, fortunately, because even if Renzille said and did something outrageous towards the Count, she was still hailed as the hero of the battlefield.
Has the news of her achievement not reached the Count just yet? Wouldn't they be in trouble if they did as they were told and beheaded the kingdom's hero who had subdued the enemy kingdom's knights?
"What are you waiting for?" Count Thillion glared. "Do as you're told if you don't want your head to be next."
Afraid for their life being taken, two naive knights clumsily picked up Renzille by her arms, but she was stronger than them so she easily shook them off her.
"It's embarrassing how you're acting like this, father." Renzille chuckled mockingly. "Mother would have been so disappointed in you if she was still alive, don't you think so? Oh, wait.. Sorry, I forgot that she's not here anymore. Isn't that why you're acting like thi—"
It happened so fast for Renzille.
One moment she was staring straight into the Count's eyes, but the next moment, she was already falling to the floor.
In the split second that was remaining, she saw the Count's hand gripping the axe that was originally given to one of the knights in the mansion— painted with something red that was slowly dripping to the carpet.
Ah.. Renzille immediately knew what happened, her eyes slowly closing as her body rolled to the floor.