My name is Snow (Part I)
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In a dark space, cries filled the air, lasting for a long time.
The small backs bore the mark of the nameless, and the flesh emitted a sizzling sound as the children screamed in agony.
A lifetime as nameless.
They lived through long and painful years like brothers and sisters, and in the end…
Starvation.
Exhaustion.
Frozen to death.
Beaten to death.
Sold off.
Dragged into a room with strange noises.
The last type, barely clinging to life.
He was the last type.
For the sake of resistance, he was torn apart.
Torn apart—
What was torn apart was…
‘Please, please stop! Don’t treat that child like this! Stop, stop!’ The cries of the elf made the sky weep, pouring down heavy rain.
His back was in intense pain, almost to the point of death.
‘But this world is kind.’ He kept chanting in his heart.
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For the sake of the world, he had to keep living, even if it meant shedding all the blood in his body, even if only the last breath remained.
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I’m not a Nameless.
I am “Snowlight Whittington.”
No, my name should be──Ellyad.
“Ell.”
Finally waking up from the dream, Ellyad realized that the one calling him was indeed Thrett.
“Ah…” Expressing his surprise with a monotonous tone, he was once again embraced in Thrett’s arms.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Thrett wrapped his arms around Ellyad’s shoulders and held him close.
“Yeah.” Entrusting all his weight to the person behind him, Ellyad sank heavily into his embrace. The unpleasantness with Thrett before sleep now seemed insignificant in the face of the nightmare. Ellyad didn’t want to think about anything now. His movements were a bit stiff, and he dared not close his eyes again, afraid that the dream would replay. Even if it was just a dream, it was enough to cause him immense pain.
The chaotic dream forced Ellyad to relive his past, the past when he wasn’t “Ellyad,” when everything was nothing.
“Can’t sleep?”
He nodded, or maybe he didn’t move at all. Ellyad was so absent-minded that he had lost track of his own reactions. The events involving the nameless ones at night had shaken him, causing his subconscious to revisit his past as an nameless one, further throwing his emotions into disarray.
Seeing Ellyad in this state, Thrett’s lips suddenly approached the back of Ellyad’s neck. With one hand, he loosened Ellyad’s collar and planted a light kiss on his shoulder, whispering, “I have a way to make you temporarily forget your troubles and easily fall asleep.”
“What… Uh, ah!” Ellyad exclaimed, startled, as Thrett’s hand unexpectedly moved toward his lower body. The other hand quickly took the initiative, forcefully keeping Ellyad tightly embraced in his arms.
“Although I don’t mind hearing your voice, we’re not the only ones here.” Thrett hinted at the fact that, in the old and dilapidated small tea shop, even through a layer of the ceiling, sounds from the second-floor room could be heard on the first floor.
Restless fingers intruded into Ellyad’s clothes, sliding down provocatively, eventually touching the sensitive forbidden area. Thrett teased the gradually aroused desire, while his other hand pressed against Ellyad’s abdomen, exploring the gaps between ribs from below, all the way up to the chest.
“Don’t…um, Thrett!” Ellyad’s words were intermittent, unable to form a complete sentence.
“Your heart is beating so loudly,” Thrett said with a teasing smile in his words, deliberately kneading the sensitive bulge.
“Thrett, stop… ah, mmm…..” Ellyad intended to retort, but he had to first suppress the low moan that escaped from his lips. He couldn’t restrain the trembling and panting, nor could he control the passion that ignited within him.
Thrett’s slightly cool fingers ravaged the hot skin, and just thinking about it sent shivers of electricity through Ellyad’s waist, causing him to involuntarily arch his body, trying to escape the tantalizing sensations.
The moving hands continued to accelerate, the lustful sounds stimulating Ellyad. Sensing that his consciousness and restraint were on the verge, Ellyad couldn’t help but grip Thrett’s arm tightly while also attempting to stop the fingers that were providing stimulation.
Suddenly, Thrett freed one hand, tilted Ellyad’s face toward him, and forcefully kissed him, his tongue assertively invading.
“Mngh, ah, yes.” The moment of stimulation pushed Ellyad’s senses to their peak, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, releasing his semen into Thrett’s hands.
“Would you like to continue?” The seductive, magnetic voice, just brushing past his ear, made Ellyad’s entire body tremble. His labored breathing persisted, merely keeping consciousness and suppressing his own sounds were already pushing him close to fainting. However, Thrett remained composed.
Ellyad focused his strength on his throat and managed to squeeze out a strained refusal.
If this continued, he would completely abandon reason and follow his instincts uncontrollably. The thought alone was terrifying, and he didn’t want to devolve into that state. He also didn’t want Thrett to witness such a shameful side of him, so he had to refuse.
Thrett didn’t force Ellyad. After a simple cleaning with water magic, he helped Ellyad get dressed and realized that Ellyad had already fallen back into a peaceful sleep, leaning quietly against him, his expression much more relaxed.
If Thrett, the person most important to you, were to die, wouldn’t you be sad?
He couldn’t provide Ellyad with an answer. Would there be a more intense emotion than just sorrow emerging within him? Perhaps, something like murderous intent. The insane desire to destroy the entire world as the cost of Ellyad’s death.
‘I will protect him, so such a thing is absolutely impossible.’ Thrett repeated this phrase in his mind for the second time, as if reassuring himself.
Indeed, with the protection of the Demon Lord, Thrett wasn’t sure anything could harm Ellyad. However, still uneasy, he contemplated for a while and, in the end, approached the back of Ellyad’s neck, softly uttering a short incantation.
A faint light emerged, filling the entire space with countless dots of radiance. The splendid colors automatically sank into Ellyad’s body, and only then did Thrett visibly relax, releasing the tension he held.
A sudden burning pain surged in Thrett’s left arm. He dared not make a sound, fearing he might wake up the person in his arms. The corrosion brought about by the totem flared up again, and this time, the situation seemed a bit dire. The pain had forced him to break into a cold sweat, even though he had unsealed the totem just this morning.
Though he didn’t want to admit his speculation, the fact was already evident: the closer one was to the Hero, the more intensively the totem’s curse would erode the Demon Lord.
‘Really, even this has to be protected to such an extent. That damn goddess is too troublesome.’ He tightened his entire arm in an attempt to resist the intense pain, but it proved ineffective against the overwhelming sensation, spreading even to his chest.
“Cough!” Thrett couldn’t stop coughing, as if his lung had been crushed, making it hard for him to draw a breath. After a while, the pain finally subsided, but it was replaced by a thick wave of drowsiness that assailed his consciousness, compelling him to close his extremely heavy eyelids.
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On days without rain, Ellyad would get up very punctually. He slowly shifted his body, recalling that he had a nightmare that woke him up last night, and then…
“I have a way to make you temporarily forget your troubles and easily fall asleep.”
The deep and melodious voice resurfaced in his mind. In an instant, Ellyad felt a warmth from his neck to his ears, realizing that something quite unimaginable had happened last night.
Carefully crawling out from the peacefully sleeping Thrett, Ellyad sensed a slightly awkward atmosphere. There was no sign of anyone upstairs, indicating that Snowlight and Crow had already left. Ellyad made a rough estimate of the time; it was almost the ‘post-meal time’ in the morning. He silently adorned himself with a black cloak, without waking Thrett, and headed alone towards the bridge leading to the Death Arena.
Opening his eyes once again, Thrett could now see the sunlight outside the courtyard. The weight in his arms was gone, and Thrett weakly looked around, but there was no trace of Ellyad. Covered by two pieces of cloth, probably arranged by Ellyad, it seemed that he had left while Thrett was still asleep.
Thrett thought he had to get up immediately, but his body lacked the strength to lift himself. He was so powerless that he couldn’t believe his own weakened state.
‘Indeed, for the Demon King, the Hero is like a poisonous presence.’
Reluctant to dwell on such thoughts, Thrett wearily furrowed his brow and closed his eyes. Yet, being away from Ellyad now, the pain in his body slowly dissipated, as if intentionally reminding Thrett of this fact. Although he was no longer as weak, he still lacked the strength to release the seal and move freely. This was mainly because the seal imposed by Queen Lily was exceptionally strong. If Thrett were not the Demon King, just releasing one seal would require the combined efforts of a whole demon tribe. So, more than seven hundred seals were no joke. In fact, the joke was too much, and Thrett was genuinely afraid that he might be wiped out by a simple totem.
Resting for just a few minutes, he couldn’t resist the urge to go find Ellyad. Finally, Thrett got up and dragged his tired and heavy body outside. He knew that Ellyad must have gone to the bridge to participate in the ‘post-meal time.’ Without his cloak and scarf, which Ellyad had taken, in this country full of black hair, Thrett didn’t really need the cloak. Besides, even if he might be killed by a totem, he wouldn’t die from the cold weather alone; otherwise, it would truly be the biggest disgrace in Demon King history.
He only thought, “As long as Ellyad is dressed, that’s good. It keeps him warm.”
Thrett stretched lazily, feeling like his thoughts and reactions were sluggish. He truly doubted whether, in this state, demons could even recognize him as a Demon King. His current condition was almost worse than that of a human.
Oh dear, oh dear, Loffiso is going to take advantage of the fact that Thtett’s not with Ellyad at this moment! 😭
Hopefully he gets rid of her for good this time!