Tamed A Blackened Slave Man Chapter 34: Committing A Sin

A man was quietly staring up at the sky in front of the plaza fountain.

He was wearing a dark robe, but I knew who he was the mont I saw him.

Cassadin.

The silver hair beneath the black robe shone brightly even during the night. The raindrops that landed on his hair slipped down and fell carelessly onto the ground.

In the middle of the night, Cassadin was in the plaza where nobody resided, looking up at the sky with rain pouring down around him.

Turning down the coachmans offer to hand an umbrella after getting off the carriage, I approached the man standing in front of the fountain.

And he turned his head towards the voice that called for him. Soon, his eyes landed on .

Sister, how did you?

Cassadin stared at with disbelief. His beautiful, deep athyst eyes were shaking like reeds on a windy afternoon.

I ca looking for you since it was getting late.

I grasped Cassadins hands, cold from their long exposure to the rain. Laughter slipped through my mouth from the relief that I had found him.

Lets go back, Cassadin.

In the carriage returning to the mansion, there was only the sound of silence.

The only occasional sounds were the horses hooves clopping on the ground and the rain that had eased off a bit. And then the shallow breathing of his sleeping sister.

Cassadin peered down at Aren, who was sound asleep and leaning against his shoulder. She must have been tired, as she fell asleep as soon as they entered the carriage.

Why?

He asked with a trembling voice, but there was no answer from the slumbering woman.

Why do you continue to

Knowing that Aren couldnt hear him, he continued to mutter to himself. But feeling as though a heavy block of lead was weighing down his body the more he spoke, he stopped mid-sentence.

There was not much of a reason why Cassadin had been standing in the rain.

It was because the rain seed to wash away all of the complicated thoughts troubling his mind.

That was the reason.

But it wasnt in his plan for Aren, who had been avoiding him recently, to co looking for him so desperately.

Thanks to that, the odd emotions did not get washed away, but swelled up tenfold instead.

Then Cassadin tucked a lock of hair on Arens face behind her ear. With that movent, Aren nestled deeper into his arms with a relaxed face.

Even forgetting to breathe, Cassadin quietly inspected the woman who was cradled in his arms.

Her long eyelashes, sharp nose, and pink lips that naturally curled upwards.

Continuing to stare at Arens lips, Cassadin unconsciously angled his head.

The fear that his touch would taint the woman shot into his mind. But even the sharpest of minds wasnt enough to suppress the boiling urge of his instinct.

And gently enveloping the back of Arens head with his hands, Cassadin pressed his lips against the sleeping woman.

But as soon as her soft lips ca into contact with his, he felt as though he had just violated a rule he should have never broken.

What did I just?

Shocked by his own actions, Cassadin let out a soft sigh. At so point, his heart started to beat so fast that he wouldnt be surprised if he died from a heart attack right now.

What if the sound of his heartbeat would wake her up?

Cassadin bit down on his lower lip as he looked down at Aren. Fortunately, Aren was still fast asleep, completely oblivious to what had happened.

Cassadin tried to follow Arens example and closed his eyes.

But there was no chance that he would be able to sleep in this situation.

The ti it took for the carriage to arrive at the mansion felt like an eternity.

Aren!

My eyes popped open at my fathers enraged voice. I must have fallen asleep right after getting on the carriage.

Rubbing my tired eyes, I looked around my surroundings. It looked as though the rain had completely stopped while I was asleep.

Have you woken up?

Next to was Cassadin, who was smiling at with gentle eyes. And I also returned a smile to him.

Both of you, co out right this instant.

On the other hand, Father was banging his fist on the carriage window outside, glaring at and Cassadin.

So I hurriedly stepped out of the carriage with Cassadin. Father must be furious, as his eyebrow was twitching vigorously.

Aren, do you know just how scared I was to hear that you left the mansion without any notice?

Im sorry, Father.

Cassadin, just where have you been? Do you know what commotion happened in the mansion when you disappeared? Aren was terribly worried about you.

Then Father drumd his chest in exasperation.

Im sorry, Father.

Cassadin apologized, bowing his head.

Its not right to make the person who brought you in worry.

Father glared at Cassadin with wide eyes as he spoke.

Cassadin. Dont forget that what you have gained is sothing that others cant have, no matter how hard they work for it. You must never repay kindness with evil.

Yes, Father.

You may return to your rooms now.

After saying that, Father turned and walked back into the mansion without looking back.

As I watched Fathers back beco smaller in the distance, Sasha walked up to and whispered,

Master has been up this entire ti because Miss hasnt returned.

It hurt my heart to see Father worry about that much.

My beloved Father, would you understand my intention of bringing Cassadin into our family in order to save both you and ? Is what Im doing for your sake only making you suffer?

Miss, youre getting cold. Ive ward up so water for a bath, so lets go up, and I can wash you.

With Sasha in the lead, I walked towards the mansions entrance. Stopping for a mont, I turned around and extended my hand to Cassadin, who was quietly watching .

Co here.

As if he had been waiting, Cassadin readily took my hand.

Next ti you go out, tell or soone else. I was worried about you.

Yes, Sister.

Cassadin nodded and smiled faintly. His gaze, which had threatened to suffocate , had disappeared at so point. And for so reason, that fact gave relief.

Ever since that day, Cassadin and I have beco closer than ever.

With his quick wit, Cassadin even helped Father with his work.

Even Father, who had continuously complained about how a slave would be able to do paperwork, was impressed when he saw Cassadins skills.

How is it possible that a slave can read and write?

There are so things that a slave must learn in order to survive in this empire. The more valuable the slave, the less they are going to be killed.

Father was left at a loss for words when he saw Cassadin talk about the topic as if it werent about him.

And after that, Father never called Cassadin a slave again.

Is there anything else you wish for to do?

Cassadin seed more like a noble than actual nobles. He was more capable than the butler and smarter than most scholars. Not to ntion his swordsmanship.

But even when he was working, every ti I planned to go to Tuule, he put everything aside and demanded that he go with .

Who knows what that man could do to Sister with the excuse that he lost his mory?

After saying that, Cassadin grasped my hand. Letting him win, I often visited Tuules room with Cassadin in tow.

Taking the ti to visit Tuules room often must have helped, as today, Tuule finally said sothing other than saying he couldnt rember anything.

I dont know if I should say this, since its not a complete mory.

Its okay, so tell whatever you can rember.

Hearing that, Tuule gathered his hands together on his knees and spoke.

While I was losing my consciousness from the torture, I rember hearing an elderly mans voice.

An elderly man?

Yes. Im certain that it was an elderly man.

Does it happen to be the sa voice you heard when your tongue was cut off?

Tuule drew his eyebrows and thought for a mont, then nodded.

Yes, I believe so. Did I only ntion that he was a man last ti?

Yes.

My eyes were covered when it happened But I rember their voice. It was a man, and he had an exquisite voice. And they slled strongly of blood.

I rember Tuule hesitantly ntioning that. I thought that the culprit had definitely been Damian, but who knew it was really an elderly man?

I did think that it was odd for the germophobic man to have cut off a slaves tongue himself, but it made sense if it was another person who had cut off Tuules tongue.

An elderly man, blood, and skilled enough to cut off a tongue without killing the person.

The clues narrowed down the suspects. From the various clues I had obtained, I ca to the conclusion that the most likely culprit was Damians closest aide, Butler Kindel.

Butler Kindel had assisted Damian since his youth. When I was living at the duchy, I saw Damian show unparalleled trust in the man.

He was known to be the most capable of the butlers, even when Damians father was alive. Kindel had always been by Damians side in my past life.

Even on the day that Damian stabbed in the heart, Kindel was standing by in the far distance. And it was most likely that old man who dealt with my corpse afterward.

Then did the Damian and Cassadin from my past still exist? If they are still alive and breathing at this mont, then could I say that I actually returned to the past?

This suddenly piqued my interest.

Theres probably no way for to find out, especially when Ive already died once.

Feeling a phantom pain in my heart, I brought a hand to my chest as I asked Tuule,

What did that elderly man say?

If I heard it correctly, he said that he needed more blood.

More blood? Why?

And he didnt say anything afterward?

Im sorry. Thats the last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness

Tuules head fell, apologetic that he wasnt much help.

No, thank you for telling .

Tuule raised his head and smiled brightly at .

No, its who should say thank you. To treat a re slave like with such kindness. I also appreciate the clothes you have gifted very much.

Now with a full set of clothing that completely covered his body, compared to the towel that had barely covered his private parts, Tuule seed very content. I was glad that he liked the clothes. They had been ordered in the largest size that I could get.

After engaging in small talk with Tuule for a little longer, I left his room. Imdiately after we left his room, Cassadin opened his mouth, which had been shut the entire ti.

If you have sothing you wish to know, I would like it if you asked instead of him.

?

When I looked at Cassadin with a puzzled expression, he smiled as he added,

If its for you, Sister, I can find anything you wish to know.