There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 23

Ramsay smiled deeply, didn’t even bother to hide his inner feelings anymore.

From the very start, this was his goal. Whether Radia Mallarc would come to him privately or in public, he wanted to see this arrogant man who never bothered looking his way to be humbled.

You won’t do it, won’t you? Someone so prideful.

Radia had been in a powerful position since his birth, an only child of the next heir. He must have never been kneeling in front of someone else. If anything, he probably had a lot of people kneeling in front of him, begging for a favor or forgiveness.

After all, Ramsay himself did that to other people. All people who wield power did, and some of the people gathered in the Plaza probably had done so in the past; kneeling in front of someone powerful. Wasn’t that why no one looked like they thought it was an outrageous proposal? He even spotted some smirks and sneers from the crowd.

Seeing someone powerful getting humbled, after all, was something everyone enjoyed seeing.

How was it? Ramsay curled his eyes. Isn’t it humiliating? Of course, you won’t ever do it. You have a reputation to uphold, after all.

What would people think if they saw Radia Mallarc kneeling pathetically? What would the shareholders and employees feel once they see their oh-so-great Chairman on his knees, with snow falling on top of him? Western Republic media had been covering this event, and there were even onlink streamers broadcasting the event in real-time. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Surely, someone as high-profile as Radia Mallarc wouldn’t tarnish his image with a pathetic sight, would he?

Then, whatever he offered afterward would be seen as lighter. Surely, Radia wouldn’t refuse anything as long as he wouldn’t have to kneel. It wasn’t like Ramsay would ask for anything bad; just a few dates and--

"Very well."

A voice, spoke with a slightly shaky breath but hardened, fiery eyes resounded. It wasn’t loud, but it put the whole Plaza in silence. Not even murmurs could be heard, as everyone was holding their breath in confusion.

Including Ramsay himself.

What? Did he hear it right?

While they were pausing in stun, Radia walked closer to the stage, through the crowd that voluntarily parted for him. Perhaps it was curiosity, but no one even let out a mocking sound. It was such an unexpected situation that they could only wordlessly watch in breathless anticipation.

Would he really? One of the richest men in the continent?

Their curiosity was answered when the man, without hesitation, lowered himself to the snow-covered ground. He did not bring an umbrella or use a hood to cover his head, just black clothes as if he were in mourning. The dark red hair was slowly decorated in cold, white powder.

"Master!"

"Sir!"

The only ones who made a move were the man’s subordinates, shattering the tense silence. But even then, no one really made any noise. The spotlight was not on the stage--it was below, at the striking red swaying in the cold, white wind, and a delicate voice that did not bother to hide its desperation anymore.

"Please...please let me have the artifact."

"W-what--"

Ramsey was too stunned to react properly, blinking in shock even though he was the one who asked the man to kneel. Without any answer, a pair of trembling hands touched the cold, white ground. The red hair spread on the snow, like a seeping pool of blood.

"Please..."

Perhaps it was, because the man sounded like he was dying.

At that moment, Radia did feel like he was dying. He wouldn’t be able to live if he failed to save Joon’s life because he was too prideful to beg. Kneel? Prostrating? Radia could lick the ground if it meant he would get the artifact that could save Joon’s life.

The cold seeping into his skin and numbing his fingers was nothing compared to what Han Joon had been experiencing for decades. There was no way Radia would complain about mere kneeling and cold when he remembered how gaunt his man was the last he saw him.

"I need it to cure my husband, please!"

"...what?!"

Radia lifted his head; the white of his eyes had turned red, and the dark circle of distress was apparent now that Ramsay could see the man closer.

"Please, he’s dying," the weak voice was trembling as tears flowing the already wet face. "I beg of you. I can kneel as long as you want me to, but please...please let me have it."

Whether it was people who had never seen Radia before, or people who knew Radia all his life, no one had ever seen him looking that desperate, that vulnerable. The man who had been maintaining his emotion, his persona, his inner feelings, hiding it so skilfully from the world...

And the one time he let it all go, it was in front of the whole world. In front of the citizens of a foreign country; in front of many cameras broadcasting to many platforms in the entire continent.

"Oh, my Gods..."

"Is...is this real?"

"Uhh...how can I take an artifact from a dying man..."

Fuck! What the fuck?! Husband...he wants this for his husband?!