Book 3: Chapter 31
I hate Mera. She betrayed me. I regarded her as my best friend, gave her my respect and friendship, and yet she slit my throat with a dagger.
I pity Mera. She’s not inherently bad, and she’s definitely not an assassin. She’s just an ordinary perfumer. She’s helped me before and taught me many things. However, she values her tribesmen more than me.
She truly had no choice but to kill me.
But she did slit my throat.
I went down to the dungeon. Mera was restrained on a cross. She was naked so her beautiful body casted a beautiful reflection. She didn’t have any wounds. I think it must’ve been because the men didn’t want to treat such a beautiful body cruelly or maybe because they felt that it was pointless for them to torture a person who had been sentenced to death. Her skin was white and virtually pale. You couldn’t see veins on her skin. However, her exquisite body exposed her most private parts to my eyes. She had her head lowered. When she heard footsteps, she smiled helplessly.
She raised her head. Her blood-red eyes had no hints of compassion. She smiled and said: “I apologise for letting you witness such a pitiful scene, your highness.
What she said caused me to choke on my words and give a strange response: “Ah… No, you’re very beautiful, honest.”
Mera smiled and continued: “Thank you, your highness. It has been a long time since someone last evaluated my body. I do not have a husband or a family. This is the first time I have displayed my body to someone of the opposite sex. I once thought that the first male to see my body would be my life-partner. But it looks like I slit the throat of my life-partner a day ago.”
She mocked herself with a laugh and then took in a deep breath. Her gaze focused itself on the long sword on my belt. She shifted her lips and then said: “It is an honour to be executed personally by you, your highness. That is good, for it will be a release for both of us. Your highness, in the small cupboard by my bed at my residence, there are some potions, perfumes and strange formulas stored in there. If it is possible, please allow the many flowers in my workshop to live on. There is nothing else I would like to ask of you. Please go ahead now, your highness.”