Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 130: Unwanted Kitten

By late morning, the knights had assembled on the sprawling grounds in front of the mansion, their armor glinting under the sun as they clustered together in a lively, buzzing throng. All strong women, their voices overlapped in a chorus of whispers and giggles, speculation and relief rippling through the group like a breeze.

"Why'd our master call us out here?" One knight muttered, kicking at the grass. "Something big, maybe?"

"Does it matter?" Another shot back, her grin wide and carefree. "I'm just happy I've still got a pulse! I thought we were toast last night."

"Same!" A third chimed in, stretching her arms with a laugh. "I'm honesty grateful to our new master, no matter how lustful he may be. And that party he threw? Wildest night I've had in ages. My legs are still sore from dancing!"

The group erupted in laughter, their chatter growing louder.

"The food was also unreal." One said, eyes gleaming. "I snagged some of those pastries for my little ones and seeing that the maids even helped me pack a bunch of sweets for them."

"And those board games!" Another added, snickering. "The maids let me take one home—my baby girl is gonna lose it when she sees it. He's a damn hero for that."

"A hero who probably broke his bedframe this morning." One quipped, wiggling her brows. "That maid's getting a workout from all the moans I heard this morning—those strong muscles of his that threw us around yesterday could crush steel!"

"Or her pelvis." Another fired back, and the knights dissolved into cackling, their barbaric praise for their master echoing across the field.

Overseeing the spirited throng stood Julie and Aisha, positioned on a slight rise at the edge of the field.

Julie's arms were crossed, her face a practiced mask of calm, while Aisha's eyes swept over the knights, her tail swaying lazily. The infectious happiness radiating from the women tugged at her, and she tilted her head toward Julie.

"They all look so excited, Captain, downright giddy."

Julie nodded, her gaze softening as she watched her knights revel in their survival.

"It's only natural." She said, her voice steady but warm with quiet relief. "They've got a fresh start—probably thrilled just to breathe. We were all inches from death last night, and somehow we made it through."

Aisha's ears twitched, her expression turning thoughtful.

"Yeah, that's true. We were supposed to be corpses by now—bled out or worse—and yet here we are. All thanks to our 'Master'." She paused, then scrunched her nose, a blend of wonder and distaste creeping in. "But I still can't wrap my head around how the same person who put on that disgusting show this morning managed to wipe out our entire squad yesterday. And how exactly did he manage to deal with his father, especially when the Eternal Vow is being held?"

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Julie, catching the faint blush that flared across her captain's cheeks at the memory. And seeing this, Aisha's tail flicked, her curiosity blazing anew.

"Speaking of that." She pressed, leaning in with a cheeky grin. "You've been dodging me all day, Captain. What happened in there? Did he try something? I'm dying to know!" Her voice brimmed with avid interest, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Julie's blush deepened, a flicker of panic sparking in her chest as she snapped her head toward Aisha.

"Nothing happened!" She barked, too quick, too sharp. "We just talked that's it. Stop asking, Aisha, I'm serious!" She turned away, arms tightening across her chest as if to barricade the vivid images—Isabelle's tongue, Cassius's groans, that towering erection from spilling out.

Aisha's grin widened, her skepticism as bright as the gleam in her amber eyes.

"Sure, Captain." She drawled, her tail swishing with a teasing flick. "You're red as a beet so I know something juicy went down, I can smell it. Come on, spill—"

Julie cut her off with a sharp look, her blush fading into a mask of resolve as she met Aisha's gaze.

"Be quiet, I don't know exactly what happened between him and the Patriarch either." She said, her voice steady but carrying a weight that silenced Aisha's teasing. "But listen if you ever have children someday, Aisha, never neglect them. Love them all equally, no matter how they come into your life, or you'll risk a fate like his."

Her tone grew somber, her thoughts drifting to the Patriarch's cruel end—decades of hatred and neglect festering into the devil that was Cassius.

"All those years of bitterness...That's what birthed a monster like him."

Aisha's playful demeanor faltered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink at the sudden mention of babies.

"Me? Babies? Never!" She sputtered, puffing out her chest with a prideful huff. "No one on this continent could match my talent and beauty anyway—I'm too good for any partner out there!" Her pride rang loud, a shield of confidence she wielded like armor, and Julie couldn't help but let a small, fond smile tug at her lips.

But then Aisha's expression shifted, the bravado crumbling as a solemn, almost pitiful shadow fell over her face. Her eyes dropped to the ground, her tail slowing to a gentle sway as memories she rarely touched rose to the surface.

"But the truth is, Captain." She murmured, her voice softening. "I don't even know if I want kids of my own. I mean, there are so many orphans out there so many kids like...like I was."

She swallowed hard, her throat tightening as the ache of her past welled up, raw and unbidden.

"I-I grew up with nothing, you know—no parents, no family, just a hollow space where love should've been, so I know how it feels to lie awake at night, staring at the dark, wondering why no one wanted me."

"...Wondering what I did wrong to be left behind."

Her voice trembled, a fragile thread of pain weaving through her words.

"Every day, I'd watch other taken care by their parents, taken home by smiling faces, wrapped in arms that cared. But me?"

"...I was just there...Invisible...Unwanted and I'd tell myself it didn't hurt, that I didn't need anyone. B-But it did...It still does."

Aisha's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought the sting in her eyes.

"I'd see those little ones, younger than me, crying for someone to take them in the orphanage, and I'd think—if I ever got out of this, I'd make sure no kid felt that way again. I'd take them in, all of them, and give them what I never had."

Julie's heart ached as she listened, her frown deepening with a sorrowful understanding.

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She knew Aisha's story—knew the orphanage's cold walls had shaped her, left scars that her cheeky grin couldn't fully hide.

The longing for a parent's love, the desperate wish to be seen, had carved itself into Aisha's soul, driving her to protect others from that same lonely fate.

Julie reached out, resting a gentle hand on Aisha's back, her touch warm and steady. "It's alright." She said softly, her voice a quiet balm. "You've got a big heart, Aisha."

"...Someday, when you're ready, you'll find a partner who'll adopt with you—someone who'll love those kids as fiercely as you will."

Aisha looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as a wry, bittersweet smile curved her lips.

"Impossible, Captain." She whispered, her voice cracking with doubt. "This world—it's all about bloodlines, lineage, passing on your name. Finding someone who'd take in kids that aren't theirs, who'd love them like their own?"

"...That's a dream I can't afford to believe in. Even if I did find them, how could I trust it? How could I know they wouldn't look at those kids and see...leftovers? Strays no one else wanted?"

Her tail drooped, her shoulders hunching as the weight of her fears pressed down.

"I've seen too many promises fade—too many kids left waiting for love that never came."

Julie sighed, the truth of Aisha's words settling like a stone in her chest. In this age, where heritage was everything, Aisha's hope felt like a fragile thread stretched against a storm.

But then a spark of hope ignited deep within Aisha as she fought to push back the despair. She wiped at her eyes, forcing a brighter tone as she straightened up.

"But it's not a problem, Captain...Not a problem at all." She said, her voice steadier now, a defiant edge cutting through the vulnerability. "I don't mind being a single mother, you know. Raising a gaggle of little troublemakers on my own? Doesn't sound half bad."

She flashed a grin, her cheekiness resurfacing like a lifeline.

Julie sighed again, exasperation and affection in the sound. "Don't give up so quickly, Aisha." She said, her tone gentle but firm. "There most definitely will be someone for you—someone who'd love you and any kids you choose, blood or not."

"...Especially when you're such a cute little kitten. I'm pretty sure every boy out there would stand in a line that reaches all the way to the capital for you."

Julie said as she gave a gentle smile and pulled on her little sister's puffy little cheeks.

Aisha fell silent as she let her soft cheeks get tugged on, her gaze drifting to the knights below as their laughter echoed up the hill.

In the quiet of her mind, a fragile hope took root.

Maybe, just maybe, she thought, clinging to the possibility that somewhere out there was a soul who'd see her scars, her dreams, and the children she longed to save, and love them all with a fierceness she'd never known.

For now, she held onto that whisper of a dream, her heart aching with the weight of her past and the quiet strength of her resolve, as she wondered what her future partner looked like if he truly existed someone out there...