The Virtuous Wife Lete Succumbs To Lascivious Venomous Fangs And Exposes Her Fallen True Self - Chapter 8
In a land of sword and sorcery, in a certain region of a certain world.
There was a quiet town called Barina, surrounded by forest.
It was moderately large, surrounded by high walls, and since one of the main roads passed through, there was a lot of traffic. Farmers from nearby brought crops, and hunters came to sell game, so goods were plentiful.
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A nobleman moved into the forest surrounding the town of Barina.
In the forest, there are several small villages. Some are inhabited by woodcutters, others by orchard workers, and some by hunters, each group living together in their respective communities.
He came as the lord appointed to govern several of these settlements where people worked in the forest.
The residents found the somewhat odd and incomplete jurisdiction of their new lord puzzling.
When he arrived, Lord Bartholomew Balakirev, the baron, proved to be irresponsible. A dull middle-aged man with a gloomy face, he occasionally rode through the villages with his companions, but he never really spoke to the residents.
Despite his lack of attention to his duties, he spent much of his time in Barina, coming from his mansion in the forest. He was always spotted at taverns, gambling dens, or drinking establishments with women.
Even when there were damages from beasts and monsters, he did nothing to deal with it.
Despite this, the taxes gradually became heavier.
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About a year after his appointment, rumors began to spread.
Baron Bartholomew came from a higher-ranking noble family, but after losing a power struggle, he was left with a minor rank and a small territory, exiled to this place as punishment.
The few subordinates who came with him were all those who had been dragged into his downfall.
The source of the rumors came from those who overheard the complaints and shouting of the lord and his knights at the tavern.
After two years had passed, everyone came to believe it.
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Three years had passed since the lord’s appointment.
“You again! Enough already!”
One of the knights shouted and punched a villager.
The man who was struck was a burly woodcutter. He fell to the ground on his back.
At some point, whenever Baron Bartholomew rode through the territory with his entourage to inspect the land, a man would stand in his way and plead for lower taxes, protection from beasts and monsters, and to exterminate the goblins, which have been increasing in number recently and causing great damage…
Naturally, the lord continued to ignore him.
But the man would keep coming to make his plea, no matter how many times he was beaten, never changing his expression.
The lord’s face, looking down at the man from his horse, was so irritated that veins in his neck were bulging out.
Today, it seemed he had been struck in a bad spot, as the man was bleeding quite a bit from his mouth.
At that moment, a young woman ran over.
“Dear, you’re hurt.”
She said this and wiped the bl00d from the man’s face with a handkerchief.
She was the man’s wife. Still young… about twenty, or perhaps a little older.
With long black hair, narrow almond-shaped eyes with black pupils. She had a somewhat innocent and gentle face, filled with worry and anxiety for her husband.
She was far from flashy, and not someone you’d call a world-class beauty… but she was a modest, graceful, and beautiful woman. The kind who might not stand out, yet gave off a gentle air that would put anyone at ease.
The clothes she wore were also modest, plain woman’s outfit, and perhaps because she was in the middle of housework, she had an apron on.
The lord grew increasingly irritated… but then a sinister smile spread across his face.
“You lot, capture those two over there.”
Hearing the lord’s command, the knights were confused. Until now, they had just beaten or kicked the man and then leave.
Yet, it was only the knight who had punched the man that grinned savagely as he held the man’s neck.
“Our lord’s patience has run out. Because of you, your wife is now caught up in this too.”
Yes, both of them. The lord had ordered the capture of the man’s wife as well.
The remaining knights, though confused, called out to the wife.
“I’m sorry, but please come with us. We don’t want to treat a lady roughly.”
One of the knights said this, and the woman nodded slightly.
“If my husband is going, I’ll go with him.”
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The lord’s group took the woodcutter couple and left.
Watching from a distance, the villagers sighed.
“So it has come to this. Abram was always the one to lead the charge when driving off beasts and monsters… now that bravery ended up being his downfall.”
“Even his wife, Lete! I hope they don’t do anything terrible to her.”
――Lord’s Mansion――
In his private chambers, the lord sat on a chair, grinning with delight. He was in an extremely good mood.
In front of him stood the woodcutter’s wife, Lete, cautiously watching him.
There were only two people in the room.
The lord leaned back in his chair arrogantly.
“I’ve had your husband thrown into a cell. If he resists, I’ve given the knights permission to beat him. And I have no intention of providing him with food or water.”
“Then he will starve to death.”
The lord nodded in response to Lete’s protest.
“Well then, I suppose I should free him soon. Only you, his wife, can make that happen.”
Then, he pointed towards the bed.
“Strip. Satisfy me as a woman. Once it’s over, I’ll let you go home with your husband.”
“Are you asking me to betray my husband?! How outrageous…”
As Lete’s face changed, the lord seemed to smile even more happily.
“If you choose to abandon him and let him die, that’s fine too. You can even escape this room right now if you want. After all, people love themselves the most. I’ll let you know the door isn’t locked.”
Lete bit her lip.
Then, with trembling hands, she began to take off her clothes, piece by piece.
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