Chapter 92
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Exclusive Desire (Illustration Added)
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Really. Is this okay?
Yeah.
The ritual was fully complete.
All that was left was to infuse it with mana and start.
However, Albert was hesitating.
His ritual had not been designed with humans in mind.
It was originally made to enchant objects. He only knew theoretically that it could be used on humans as well.
Yes. Theoretically.
Albert. Begin.
Whether he knew that or not, Tristan urged him on.
There would undoubtedly be excruciating pain.
Albert had suggested anesthesia, but he refused, saying it wasnt necessary.
The sight of him writhing from the pain about to hit him was all too clear.
Count. I did warn you.
Yeah. Ive heard enough.
In the end, Albert sent mana into the ritual with a resigned mindset.
Crackle-!
The ritual drawn around the Counts eye flashed.
?!
The next moment, Albert could only stare in astonishment.
Tristan lay there far too calmly while the ritual activated.
Albert double-checked the ritual, just in case.
But the ritual was functioning normally.
That meant Tristan should be enduring the agony of having his eye gouged out alive right now.
He should have been.
How can he keep such a composed face.
Tristan looked serene.
He lay on the bed, receiving the surgery as calmly as if it were his own room.
Seeing that, Albert activated the rituals one after another.
Crackle-!
Crackle-!
Crackle-!
The rituals flashed, beginning to carve into Tristans eye.
But Tristan showed the exact same reaction.
Count. Doesnt it hurt?
Not at all.
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At this point, Albert grew curious.
Did this man even feel pain?
Albert spoke to his granddaughter, who was assisting beside him.
Vanessa. Right now, please do rituals 7 and 9.
Huh? Both at once?
Yeah. Together.
W-Wait a minute! At the same time?! If we do that, the Count will.
Vanessa glanced at him slyly, but the Count replied as if he didnt mind.
I dont care. Do as you wish.
From now on, its going to hurt more and more. If it gets unbearable, we can pause, so make sure to tell me.
Mm.
The Count nodded.
Albert activated all the rituals.
Vanessa followed suit, pouring mana into her rituals.
Crackle-!
Crackle-!
Crackle-!
Was it because so many rituals were activating at once?
Even the legendary artisan Albert felt his stamina drain to the point where he couldnt maintain focus. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Yet the Count lay on the bed with the exact same expression as before.
Impressive. It stings a bit.
With those words, half of his left eye had been separated by the ritual.
It must have shredded his optic nerve with unbearable agony. And yet it only stung.
Albert muttered to himself without realizing it.
Does the Count even feel pain?
Of course.
It was an immediate reply.
But it lacked conviction.
Unbelievable. You dont look like someone enduring pain at all.
People cant truly understand anothers pain by nature.
Tristan replied in a calm tone to Alberts words. But there was an inexplicable power in that blunt statement.
Albert, the fact that you have such doubts means youre trying to understand my pain. Even if you cant fully grasp it, the effort itself is a good thing.
Tristan was an incomprehensible man.
At first, Albert had no choice but to be wary of him.
As the son of Count Millium Ruelverta, he too was reaching for the forbidden.
But Tristan was different from Millium.
He was trying to correct not only Milliums mistakes but even Alberts own.
Even if it meant breaking taboos.
And on top of that, he was a man willing to make such sacrifices for his subordinate.
So Albert couldnt help but wonder.
Was Tristan really the man who committed all those rumored atrocities?
With complicated feelings, Albert could only reply like this.
Thank you for the praise.
Thanks to activating the rituals all at once, the surgery progressed quickly.
After applying ointment and wrapping it in bandages, the Counts surgery was complete.
Even Albert thought it was a success.
As the Count said, his eye would probably recover in a few days.
The problem was with his subordinate.
Perhaps out of loyalty, Helga had also refused anesthesia and started the surgery just like Tristan.
.
When the ritual activated and the eye was transplanted, she writhed in pain.
Stop! It, its too big! It wont fit!
Haha. Hang in there. Its almost in.
No way! Its tearing!
It wont tear, so dont worry. If it does, Grandpa will fix it.
Vanessa joked as she assisted, but Albert, handling the delicate rituals beside her, was breaking out in a sweat.
Unlike the Count, who had stayed still during his surgery, Helga twisted and turned wildly.
Albert inwardly admired the Counts foresight in tying her down beforehand and finally completed all the surgeries.
The next morning.
I couldnt help but grimace at the pain in my left eye.
Ugh. What the hell was that theres no pain I cant endure nonsense.
Without Patience and Pride, I wouldve made a pathetic show of it.
Arrogant Tristan using anesthesia wouldve felt all wrong, so I cockily refused Alberts offer.
And immediately regretted it.
The pain during the surgery far exceeded my imagination, making it hard to keep my composure.
No, actually, it hurt so much that I stayed calm in a way.
I used Patience, but the pain was vividly felt.
Since Patience wasnt anesthesia, I had to experience what it felt like to have my eye gouged out alive.
It was a gruesome agony that made me question if Id ever hurt this much in my life.
Whew.
It was so horrific I never wanted to go through it again.
But there were no regrets.
Now, one character I was attached to was complete.
The scar on Helgas left eyeher only weaknesswas gone.
Shed need time to adjust to the new vision for a while, but shed manage quickly.
Now Helga could become even stronger than in the original story.
I was harboring such expectations.
Knock knock.
Count. Are you awake?
Yeah.
Looks like I cant slack off.
The one who entered after opening the door was a woman with a military coat draped over her shoulders: Helga.
She was taking over the duties that her exclusive maid Wendy should normally handle.
And like me, she had bandages over her left eye.
Hows your body feeling?
Same as always.
In truth, I felt like death compared to usual. But I couldnt show it.
I acted like the usual Tristan, calmly, using Patience and Pride.
I see.
Helga approached me, her high heels clicking.
She seemed oddly in a good mood.
Count. Um. This is sudden, but theres something I want to show you.
?
With that, Helga suddenly began unwrapping the bandage covering her eye.
No way already?
Im all better now.
Was it thanks to Helgas superhuman recovery and the ointments effect?
As the tightly wrapped bandage unraveled smoothly, her new left eye was revealed.
More than anyone, I wanted to show this to you first, Count.
Helga sat on the edge of the bed so I could see well, gazing at me with both eyes.
Her left eye, finally open.
Naturally, it was the same black as Tristans iris.
But they were different.
If Tristans iris was cloudy like overcast skies, Helgas shone like a starry night sky.
Im glad the first thing this eye sees is you, Count. What do you think?
It suits you well.
That was my honest impression.
It shone more with her eye than when it was mine.
Hehe. Really?
Helga had become odd-eyed in an instant, but she didnt seem dissatisfied.
No, she even looked pleased.
Was she that happy to have both eyes open?
Her smiling face made me feel a great sense of accomplishment, enough to forget the pain.
Oh, check this out too.
Suddenly, Helga began taking off her stockings.
The black stockings slid down smoothly.
Her pristine white legs, once hidden, were revealed.
No matter how closely you looked, there were no scars on her legs anymore.
How is it? My legs. I applied ointment every day, so theyre smooth now. Hehe.
Looks like it.
Helga twisted her legs this way and that, showing off to me.
Having a woman stretch out her long bare legs on the bed beside me first thing in the morning felt a bit strange.
Feel free to admire them. This body you gave back to me, Count.
Helga looked at me with soulful eyes.
But I wont show it to just anyone. This precious eye, these bare legstheyre all for you alone.
Then what was the point of giving her the eye?
I tried to voice that doubt, but I couldnt.
Because Helga started unbuttoning her top.
Of course, this body too. Ill only allow you, Count.
Before I could stop her, Helga took off her blouse.
Her military coat usually hid it, but she had a well-proportioned figure.
With her clothes off, her bra-clad breasts and flawless, scar-free abs came into view.
But setting aside such impressions, I pressed my hand to my forehead.
I dont recall ordering you to undress.
Im sorry, Count. I dont think I can hold back anymore.
Helgas gaze was unusual.
She looked at me with eyes full of love for her master.
She approached me, shedding her clothes one by one.
Soon, when only her underwear remained, Helga was right in front of me.
Her seductive gaze desired me madly.
Handle me roughly if you wantjust confirm that this body is yours, Count. Possess me exclusively!
Not only did you act on your own, but you dare command me?
Today, Ill become yours, oppa! Then youll forgive my mistakes, right? Right? You will, hehe.
She was wrong.
As if she couldnt hear me, Helga licked her lips and reached for her bra.
Knock knock.
Um. You have a guest.
A guest this early in the morning?
Before I could ask who, the door burst open.
The maid had brought a guest who opened my door without permission.
And the guest who entered at the worst possible timing had a completely unexpected face.
Sunlight filtering through the curtains made her silver hair gleam.
The most noble woman in the countryand Tristans former fiancéestood before them.
Hehe. Did I interrupt?
(Helga in Treatment)