The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service
Chapter 159: Already On Your Knees?

Chapter 159: Already On Your Knees?

Rosalie carefully tucked a loose lock of her long hair behind her ear, stealing a glance at the clock on the opposite wall once more. Though it had only been ten minutes past midnight, neither Rostan nor any of his servants had appeared to usher them to Haemir.

’Could that have been a lie? It’s been a mere ten minutes, but my anxiety has stretched it into an eternity. I haven’t slept since we left Rische. Perhaps I should have seized the opportunity to take a nap during our brief respite...’

Observing the lady’s pale, nervous face, Altair approached her with measured steps. He gently rested his hand on her shoulder, offering a kind and reassuring smile.

"Are you scared, Lady Rosalie?"

His low, soothing voice resonated through her, sending shivers down her spine.

No, she was not particularly scared. Instead, she felt lost and confused—frustrated, even. She yearned for the ordeal to be over, yet it had not even commenced.

"I am not sure... I just wish––"

Rosalie’s response was left unfinished as the door to the guest room swung open, revealing a tall, slender man dressed in a flowing black robe decorated with crimson, flowery ornaments embroidered throughout.

His skin possessed a pale, and his straight purple hair, although gathered in a high ponytail, cascaded to the floor, trailing behind him as he approached the two travelers.

The most unforgettable aspect of his appearance, however, lay in his face—or rather, his eyes. The man was blindfolded, several thin white bandages carefully wrapped around his head, resembling someone recuperating from recent eye surgery.

And finally, it dawned upon the duchess.

’I have seen him before! It is the mysterious man from my dreams!’

Despite his blindfold, the tall man strode through the room effortlessly, holding his head high. His thin, rosy lips curled into a slight, almost arrogant smirk. Upon reaching Rosalie’s spot, he came to a sudden halt, nearly compelling her to take a big step back to avoid colliding with him.

"Restlessness is imprinted on your face, My Lady. Have I kept you waiting that long?"

Still in a daze, Rosalie did not hasten to respond. Her mind was preoccupied with processing the realization that she was now face-to-face with the man who had featured prominently in her peculiar dreams—not just once, but on several occasions. The encounter was finally beginning to evoke a sense of fear within her.

Sensing Rosalie’s distress, Altair took a confident step forward, extending a reserved greeting to the man.

"Lord Haemir? My name is Altair, and this is Grand Duchess Rosalie Dio. We came here––"

Haemir gestured for Altair to remain silent, dismissing the attempted courtesy. He then examined Rosalie’s appearance, moving his face up and down, a mysterious grin curling his lips. Finally, he spoke again,

"The one seeking my help is the woman, not the man."

He hid his hands within the wide sleeves of his silk robe, adopting a mannerism reminiscent of Rostan. Continuing, Haemir paced around the duchess, akin to a predator preparing to devour his prey,

"What a peculiar case. I did not know Asmodeus could be so generous, requesting only a part of the human’s soul, huh?"

Haemir halted right behind Rosalie, leaning closer. His face almost touched the back of her head as he whispered,

"But I can see why. He did not claim the entire soul because you do not possess one."

"I beg your pardon?"

Rosalie felt her blood run cold for no evident reason. What could his words even mean? As Meiling, she did not know the details of the original Rosalie’s agreement with Asmodeus, but what did it have to do with her soul? The mystery deepened, leaving her more perplexed than ever.

The tall man continued his leisurely stroll around the woman, his voice remaining soft and pleasant as he provided a response,

"Your feigning ignorance is adorable, Lady Rosalie. However, I suppose it is none of my business, after all. Now, tell me, what is it that you need from me?"

Rosalie remained at a loss for words, her mind seemingly turned blank as her frantic heartbeat resonated in her ears.

Growing weary of another man’s frivolous and clearly unnecessary antics, Altair cleared his throat and responded on the lady’s behalf,

"We are here to request your assistance in arranging a meeting with Asmodeus himself. Lady Rosalie needs to––"

Another gesture to make him keep silent.

Once again, Haemir positioned himself right in front of Rosalie, lowering his face as if attempting to peer directly into her deep gray eyes. After another short pause, he spoke,

"If Lady Rosalie wishes to inquire about something, she must do so herself. So, what is it that you want from me, Lady Rosalie?"

Still uncertain about the appropriate course of action, the duchess shifted her gaze to Altair, who, in turn, nodded encouragingly, signaling her to speak.

With a long, deep inhale, she mustered her courage and began,

"Lord Haemir... I desire to meet Asmodeus himself. I... wish to renegotiate the terms of my contract."

Haemir stretched his thin lips into yet another grin and nodded in acknowledgment.

"As the Demonic Judge, I encounter such requests quite often. ’I did not mean to sell my soul.’ ’I have made a mistake.’ ’The terms of my contract were not fair.’ ’I did not even use all of that power!’ Hahaha!"

His entire body shook as his laughter echoed through the quiet room. Once he managed to regain his composure, Haemir continued,

"So, which one is it, My Lady? Please, provide me with your valid reason for negotiation."

Rosalie furrowed her eyebrows and clenched her fists. She acknowledged her own arrogance and recklessness in thinking she could sound special to someone like the man before her, but hope still lingered.

Even if her reasoning was not particularly unique, her heart was undeniably sincere.

Confident and resolute, she took a big step forward, her body nearly colliding with Haemir’s as she asserted,

"None of it is relevant to my case. I intended to sign the contract. I used the power granted to me. And as for the terms... If it were solely my soul affected, I would have never considered coming here in the first place. However..."

Rosalie paused, allowing herself a moment to catch her breath and steady her racing heart. When she felt composed enough to continue, she added,

"I do not wish to trade someone else’s life for my choice. I am with child. This child has done nothing wrong and should not have to pay for the choice I made. Please, let me meet Asmodeus. I do not mind giving my entire soul as payment. If my soul is incomplete, I will offer everything else. But not this child. Please, I am begging you."

Desperate and unwilling to wait for Haemir’s response, Rosalie sank onto her knees, allowing her head to bow to her chest, her loose hair cascading around her like muddy water.

"Lady Rosalie, what are you doing? Get up, please!"

For some reason, Altair’s voice seemed distant and foreign.

Haemir smiled, withdrawing his hands from the sleeves of his silk robe. Then, he laughed, joining his palms together with a loud, almost deafening clap.

And then, silence surrounded everything once more.

"My, my. Already on your knees?"