Vol. 2 Chapter 5.4 - The fate flows again
Into The Rose Garden
Vol. 2 Chapter 5.4 - The fate flows again
âOops! What the!â
âDamn it! Who is it?â
âOh no, Sir Klopp!â
âThere are people here!â
The two people lying on top of Klopp wriggled around without any intention of getting up quickly. Not only did they collide heavily when they fell, but while those wretched bastards crumpled him up like a cheap mattress, Klopp pondered to himself.
Why? Why is no one helping him? That wolf bastard had to stay in that perfect place and made us end up here, yet why did these pigs still come here and do this! And why did these pigs, who canât even get their own offspring, choose today, of all days, to engage in such a mating act! Why here! Why did they have to interfere with this valuable time? And why? Why did I have this stupid idea to come to the concert organized by that damn count and propose here? This is all a curse. Itâs a curse.
Finally, the two men rose up. Immediately, Klopp also got up from his spot. Rayfiel, with a worried gaze, asked, âAre you okay?â but Klopp silently moved away from him.
âItâs unfortunate that theyâre having a date here.â
âAh, darn it. We were having such a nice time. Letâs go somewhere else.â
They tried to leave without even apologizing, and Klopp grabbed one of their shoulders. The person slapped his hand away as if annoyed and turned around to look at him.
âWhat was that?â
âItâs nothing. Should I call it a wild dog hunt?â
Klopp smirked and grabbed the personâs collar with one hand, forming a fist. And then, he swung his fist, pouring out all the irritation he had to endure today.
âGet up. You should take more punches.â
âUgh. Stop.â
âAh! Stop it! You crazy son of a bitch!â
âSir Klopp! Please!â
Klopp, without listening to the fed-up Rayfiel who was trying to stop him, continued to twist the swollen neck of his opponent so much that his face became unrecognizable, and he swung his fist further. One of them was already half-dead, writhing on the ground.
âIf you alphas really wanted to mate each other, you should have done it where I couldnât see. You shouldnât have ruined an important proposal.â
The accumulated frustration since entering the estate, anger towards an inexplicable hostility, and the restlessness that had been bothering him all merged together, completely overwhelming Kloppâs rationality.
He knew he didnât need to be this angry and trampling. But strangely enough, lately, heâd found it hard to contain his anger. When an indescribable emotion surged to the top of his head, he felt like heâd die if he didnât vent it in some way, and most of the time, it ended with someoneâs sacrifice. Usually, he swung his cane at the âbottomâ, but today, his opponents were just two unlucky alpha guys.
As his fist struck forcefully, the opponentâs nose broke, and blood gushed out. Kloppâs fist wasnât unscathed either, and it would probably be difficult for him to grip a pen properly tomorrow. Thatâs why he usually used his cane, but now he didnât have it, so there was nothing he could do. His fist was already covered in blood.
Later, when the limp opponent let out exhaled ragged breath, blood spurted onto the enraged alphaâs face. Right next to him, dangling on the strong arm that held his opponentâs throat, Rayfielâs face was also splashed with red blood, and in his tender heart, he rushed to Kloppâs aid in a panic. However, Klopp didnât spare any attention to him. Rayfiel cried and asked âwhat was wrong with himâ, and Klopp glared at the opponent who was whining and begging, pouring his anger into his words.
âShut your filthy mouth, you dirty alphas who fuck with each other. Otherwise, youâll spend your whole life eating soup.â
The opponent trembled in fear and shut his mouth. After giving him a few more punches, Klopp pushed the unconscious companion, who had been groaning, aside. Unable to escape, the two were pinned down and passed out. It started with personal anger and annoyance, but now it had escalated into intense disgust for the sexual acts between alphas.
It was the worst manifestation of debauchery. Klopp couldnât understand how alphas or omegas could engage in such disgusting behavior. It had become a casual affair among the decadent aristocracy to avoid creating children they couldnât be responsible for, or because theyâd fallen in love with a heroine from a vulgar novel they could barely call literature, or because theyâd been seduced by the myth that it was awesome. Even when they had spouses, they would enjoy it as a one-time thing, sometimes also having an affair.
But the disgust Klopp felt now wasnât because he was particularly prudish from a social or moral standpoint. As he punched until his fist hurt, Klopp realized where his recent restlessness and impatience had originated from. At the same time, he also realized the cause of his current anger. It was his self-hatred.
The person who was dominating his rationality at the moment was the one who played the violin with a pale complexion as if he could collapse at any moment. Why did that guy keep coming to his mind?
Everything was annoying and unnerving to him, but as soon as the thought that Aelock might have feelings for Rayfiel crossed his mind, what he felt wasnât jealousy of Aelock, but it was jealousy towards Rayfiel. There was no point in denying it. He wanted to quickly propose and firmly establish the relationship between them, to cut off any feelings that shouldnât or couldnât exist. But Kloppâs plans had been disrupted by an unexpected intrusion.
He dusted his swelling fist and cursed. His jacket was already wrinkled, and there were probably bloodstains here and there, Martha would probably scold him. He loosened his tie a little as he tilted his neck and wiped away the strands of hair that fell during his one-sided beating. He sighed deeply while looking at the sky. Even with the light of the lanterns, it wasnât enough to find the small ring. He shrugged and scanned his surroundings. Rayfiel was nowhere to be seen.
âRayfiel?â
Where did he go? I need to find him. I have to find the ring right away too. He must have been surprised. Iâve been careful on purpose. Klopp kicked the unconscious alphas and patted his surroundings in the dark shadows. He needed the ring. It was a mess, but he had to finish the proposal somehow.
In the meantime, he heard several people approaching. Klopp half stood up and turned around to see the astonished host, the butler, and his tear-stained lover, along with the wolf bastard whose presence and reason for coming were unknown. The startled Count, with wide eyes, exclaimed in an unusually loud voice.
âWhat have you done?!â
âI was teaching some manners to those rude bastards.â
A pale-faced Aelock ran up and grabbed Kloppâs hand, who shrugged nonchalantly. Then, with a stern expression, Aelock said, âYouâre hurt.â He was almost on the verge of tears.
âItâs nothing.â
âNothing? Look at your face covered in blood!â
âItâs not my blood.â
Aelock glared at Klopp and was about to retort, but Marquis Wolflake, who came here for unknown reasons, spoke up.
âHe looks fine. But those two over there donât look fine at all. Can we just leave them like that? It could potentially lead to a major violence scandal.â
The butler was the one who responded. He instructed another maid who had just arrived, âGet a doctor. Bring the first aid kit, bandages, clean towels, and water. Move quietly.â Then he approached the two victims. The butler first wiped the blood from oneâs nose with a handkerchief and checked his pulse.
âJust how much did you hit them? Tsk tsk.â
âTheyâre not dead.â
âDid you intend to kill them?â
As the butler threw a sharp remark at Klopp, footmen appeared and carried the unconscious men into the inner room. The butler followed them along with the maid. A maid, holding another first aid kit, approached Klopp and said, âYour hand needs to be treated.â Aelock took the bandage and began wrapping Kloppâs hand tightly. When Klopp groaned in pain at how hard he was wrapping it, Aelockâs shoulders shook.
âYou canât wrap it like that.â
âShut your mouth.â
The maid looked slightly concerned, alternating her gaze between Klopp and Aelock. But who could break Aelockâs stubbornness? Klopp, the only one who could possibly restrain him, was too exhausted, so he sighed and let it be. Instead, he looked at Rayfiel, who was standing there with tears in his eyes. He was clutching his small chest tightly and sobbing. He felt sorry.
âRayfiel.â
Even though he called him softly, Rayfiel was startled as if thunder had struck. He quickly closed his trembling lips and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. Aelock, equally startled, approached him.
âCount, Iâ¦â
âAh, right. Of course, Rayfiel should do it. Oh, yes. Here.â
As Aelock handed over the bundle of bandages, his hand trembled, and the round piece of cloth rolled on the floor. Rayfiel picked it up, and with an anxious look, he glanced briefly at Klopp before turning away. Rayfiel swiftly unraveled the haphazardly wrapped bandage. Then, he turned to the maid standing beside him and asked, âDo you have a cold towel? It seems like we need to compress his hand.â
âPlease come to the inner estate. Cold water will be prepared.â
âThank you.â
Guided by the maid, Klopp and Rayfiel left their seats. As they passed through the entrance of the garden, the silent Marquis and the slightly agitated Count behind them had their gaze fixed on their backs. Aside from the emotional Count today, Klopp wanted to know what the hell was going on with the Marquis.
Although he had vented enough, Klopp still had some fire in him. He clenched his fist tightly, his teeth gritting down. Rayfiel, who was walking beside him with his arm wrapped around Kloppâs waist for support, sensed it and looked up at him with surprise in his eyes. Feeling guilty for continuously scaring him, Klopp forced a smile as he swallowed his anger.
âIâm sorry. I just ruined the whole plan.â
âItâs okay, as long as youâre okay, thatâs all that matters.â
Rayfiel didnât look okay at all, but Klopp didnât say anything. Instead, he pulled Rayfiel closer, his hand throbbing with pain.
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