Chapter 3 – The Frog Prince (The marvelous power to change a woman’s psyche)
The princess is fifteen years old, but she hates men.
Even though the princess grew up in a royal family, she hated men of the aristocracy so much that she thought the nobles were bad people who squeezed the blood and sweat out of the people.
Unfortunately, she’s surrounded by men of that ilk.
Some lords collected taxes indiscriminately, provoking popular resentment.
Some lords arbitrarily arrested innocent people and then confiscated their property.
Some of the lords, listening to the whispers of the villains, took the poor old woman and tortured her, and made her confess to herself that she was a witch, and then sent her to be put to death.
There was also the case of the king who abducted beautiful women to the city and beheaded them when he got tired of them… Because she had seen so many examples of this in her life, the princess had a strong aversion to men.
Her father was, of course, of this class, and so the princess, entering her rebellious phase, criticized her father unmercifully from time to time.
In fact, her father was not a bad person, never levied extra taxes, never arrested or tortured innocent people, and was a generous king who was loved by his people.
But in the eyes of the princess, she was not satisfied in any way.
“Father King should immediately distribute all of his territory to the people within his territory, do you know how many people in the village have not had enough to eat for a while now, even the rats are so hungry that they are gnawing on candles. Father King, do you actually have the heart to save the lives of the villagers?”
Every time the princess appeared, she would go to her father and chatter like this, talking endlessly.
Being a princess it’s actually nice that she can maintain a high level of interest in politics, and the liberal king doesn’t see anything wrong with his daughter caring about politics.
“You are too biased if you say that. Being a lord has a lord’s responsibility, if we just distribute the territory to the poor and leave them to fend for themselves, this is rather wrong and will only leave them not knowing where to go from here. Our lord’s responsibility is to teach the uneducated and those who don’t know how to make a living, so that they can live and work in peace.”
Occasionally the king would retort to her, but the high-minded princess never listened.
The king was a wise man, but the queen was a rather traditional woman, she still hoped that the princess could find a suitable person to marry earlier, and have more children to carry on the family line; but now the princess was in such a temper, which made the queen feel a bit discouraged.
The Princess has reached marriageable age, the neighboring countries of the princes and nobles naturally come to court, but the Princess did not see any of them.
“If this continues, sooner or later, the princess will turn into a spinster, and by then, even if you beg them, they will refuse to come back to propose marriage. You also don’t think about it, you’re not exactly a stunning beauty, and besides, our family isn’t exactly a wealthy noble.”
Thinking back then, the Empress had insisted on her own opinion when she was thirteen years old, wanting to marry into this country, and although there were quite a few people proposing marriage at the time, she finally chose this country that wasn’t exactly powerful or wealthy.
The queen was very proud of her persistence, but the king did not treat the queen badly.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I was pregnant with you when I was fifteen.
Do you really want to stay with us all the time and be a spinster?”
“I’m not marrying anyone, I shudder at the thought of all those princes from princely families.”
The princess always refuses like this.
What princes and nobles, all some pretentious, brainless men; either full of thoughts of promotion, in the court to please the monarch of the fop; or every time cheating, deceive his wife that everything is to get ahead of the nobleman.
In her heart, the princess pressed on with the idea of marrying such a man.
“I long for real love, not strategic marriage!”
Of course, those who came to propose marriage to the Princess were all strategic marriages.
They were either unaffiliated princes or high ranking noblemen; if you married someone like that, you could guess what your life would be like in the future without having to think about it.
When the husband was away on war or hunting trips, the wife, left alone at home, had to spend her time in the halls, gossiping with the maids of honor, or changing into beautiful gowns and attending ball after ball… The days were boring and tedious.
The princess longs for a higher level of ideal marriage.
Let’s say the couple has a common interest, the husband plays an instrument, the wife sings, and even tries out composing a tune.
If you marry a musician, you’re sure to have children with a good ear for music, and maybe the whole family can form an orchestra…?
But now, with a beautiful vision of the princess can only be in the river to play with the gold made of small balls, express the feelings of young girls.
The golden balls that glistened in the sunlight looked so regal and off-putting, it was beautiful.
The Princess admired it on one side, immersed in her own imagination on the other.
In fact, the golden ball also represents a man’s sexual organ in folklore; of course, the princess had not heard of this expression, nor had she realized that she had reached the age of puberty and was slowly developing a desire for men.
The Princess’s menarche has begun, her breasts are gradually bulging, even her private parts have grown hair, her body is becoming more and more womanly, and her heart is always feeling restless, and she has no place to express her feelings; the Princess herself is very disturbed by this feeling.
Then again, it could be that she was forcing herself to suppress her emotions to do so.
Sometimes the princess would lie alone in bed, letting her imagination reverberate in eroticism while soothing herself.
Though she always reprimanded herself afterward, the desire that welled up inside her was impossible to repress.
When she caressed her private parts, she always imagined lascivious scenarios in her mind.
It’s like being lured deep into the forest by a man, tied up tightly, and abused with impunity…
In her father’s study, too, there were several volumes of romance novels brought back from France, which intrigued the princess; but they were locked up in a bookcase, and could not ordinarily be obtained.
In addition, the princess would occasionally overhear the maids and servants talking about forbidden topics, and even run into scenes of maids and manservants cheating on each other.
It’s just that every time she attends a palace ball, the sight of those handsome gentlemen stalking her always turns her stomach.
Therefore, despite the fact that the princess has reached the age of maturity and sexiness, she still regulates herself very strictly.
One day, the princess was playing with her golden ball; perhaps she was too absorbed in thinking about things, and accidentally lost her hand and did not catch the ball, which fell to the ground and rolled into the pond with a rumble.
She was startled and immediately stood up, but the golden ball was already lost.
The princess reached into the pool to feel around, but the pool was so deep that she couldn’t see anything; disappointed, she couldn’t help but cry.
I don’t know how long she had been crying, but suddenly someone spoke to her, “Why are you crying, Your Highness?”
The princess raised her head and looked around, but she could not see anyone who spoke to her; and when she did, she looked into the water of the pool and found a frog with warts on its brown skin nodding at her.
The princess, who has always been a cleanliness freak, was very unhappy to see the frog’s ugly appearance, and immediately put on a face: “My ball is missing.”
The princess replied briefly.
“Fell into the pool.”
And it was added in a very bad tone.
“It’s a very expensive ball, made of gold.”
The princess herself meant no harm, but was just in a rather impatient mood.
Although she also understood that all people were born equal, but after all, she was still a child raised by a noble family, and could never throw off her inner class consciousness.
Now this wild frog, who had no qualms about climbing into conversation with her, made the princess a little upset.
In the palace, if a lowly retainer wanted to tell the princess something, he had to tell a higher-ranking retainer first, and then pass the word to the princess layer by layer, and no lowly retainer ever dared to talk directly to royalty.
“Please stop crying, I’ll go get it back for you. But how are you going to thank me after you get it back?”
“How can I thank you? I can reward you for anything you want. Just say what you want.”
What kind of reward does this frog want?
The princess couldn’t figure it out either.
Suddenly, she thought of all the times the lairds of the village had protested to the king because the taxes were too high and the wheat crop was poor, while the ladies-in-waiting at the palace had been delighted every time the princess had rewarded them with dresses or high heels they were tired of wearing.
So the princess figured that the frog wanted nothing more than food, gems or gold coins.
“You want money? Or gems? Or bread and candy treats? Just ask and I’ll give you as much as you want.”
“I don’t need gems or candy…”
Frog shook his head angrily.
Hmph, the princess thinks so, less pretense, all men are the same in the world.
Those courtiers under the father’s command, which one of them is not desperately trying to please the father, flattering and flattering to a ridiculous degree, as long as the father gives an order, they will even voluntarily jump into the fire pit.
Anyway, doing whatever it takes to get ahead, that’s the true nature of men.
“My wish is that I wish to be friends with you, Princess.”
“Friend” “friend?!”
The princess’s eyes widened.
Befriending a frog?
And what to play with it?
What does this frog know about games?
He hasn’t even played with the Golden Ball…
“I wish to sit at the same table as the Princess, eat from the Princess’s beautiful gold plates, drink tea from the same cup as the Princess, plus I want to sleep in the same bed as the Princess. If the Princess will agree, I will dive right into the pool and help you retrieve that golden ball.”
“Ugh, easy, I’ll agree to all those conditions you mentioned.”
Having said that, the princess thought so in her heart!
Hmph, what kind of foolishness is this frog talking about?
It would have been driven out by the fierce guards if it had actually come to town.
Besides, Father and Mother wouldn’t let this filthy frog near me. After all, I’m their only daughter, the apple of their eye…
But as soon as the frog heard the princess’s answer, he jumped into the pool with a flourish.
After a while, the frog’s four feet floated out of the water, and then happily spit out the gold ball held in his mouth in front of the princess.
The princess was so happy to see the golden ball that she rushed forward to pick it up, but she flew away without thanking the frog.
The frog yelled after him, “Wait for me, wait for me! Please take me with you, Princess! Have you forgotten our agreement…”
The princess completely ignored the frog’s cries.
Back in town, the princess quickly forgot the events of the day.
And the frog jumped back into the pool with its head hanging down.
But the next day, while the Princess was dining with the King and Queen in the dining room, an attendant suddenly came in and said, “There is a guest who requests to see the Princess…”
“The princess has a guest?”
The king asked this.
“Princess, do you have an appointment with anyone?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t ask anyone out. Who the hell is he anyway? What’s he like?”
“Uh… it’s not a person, it’s a frog…”
At once, the princess’s face turned blue and her lips trembled.
“A frog? That’s interesting, how could a frog want to meet a princess?”
“I… I don’t know…”
Then the princess said, “Get rid of it, I don’t need to see it.”
The princess so ordered her entourage.
So the attendant retired, but it was not long before he turned back again.
“That frog said he hoped the princess would keep her promise.”
“A pact? What’s going on here?”
The king’s expression suddenly became very serious.
“I don’t know what kind of agreement you have with each other, but you are the daughter of the king of a country, don’t you understand how important it is to have an agreement with your subjects? If you don’t keep your promise, the people will no longer trust the lord, and how will you govern the people within the domain in the future?”
The princess, who had been reprimanded, then reluctantly told the whole story of what had happened yesterday.
The king, though very much surprised, said, “Then let the frog come in, and let her sit with us at the table.”
“But, but, Father…”
The Princess blushed with anxiety.
How can I dine with that filthy frog?
But there was no time for her to hesitate any longer, for the attendant had followed the king’s orders and brought the frog into the dining room.
As soon as the frog entered the restaurant, he jumped to the Princess’s chair and sat down on his butt: “Princess, I’ve finally found you… Prepare a seat for me… I’m starving to death”.
The princess grimaced and said nothing.
So the king ordered his attendants to prepare an extra chair, and then placed the frog carefully on it.
But the frog didn’t just sit on the chair, instead, he bounced his legs and jumped to the table, then said, “It’s too far for me to eat. Please push the princess’s golden plate in front of me, okay?”
Holding back her anger, which was about to erupt at any moment, the princess reluctantly pushed her dinner plate towards the frog.
The table was rich and luxurious with smoked chicken stuffed with oysters and sliced roast beef.
Seeing the table full of dishes, the frog couldn’t help but say, “Ah, it’s delicious.”
“It’s the first time in my life that I’ve had something so delicious.”
It said so while sweeping the food in front of it.
As for the Princess, she barely touched the food in front of her and just watched it all with frustration.
It was hard to get this difficult meal over with, and the princess wanted to escape back to her chambers as quickly as possible.
But then the frog spoke again: “Ah, it’s so delicious, I’m so full; when my stomach swells, I feel drowsy. Princess, please take me back to my room and let me sleep on your silk sheets. I would like the bear to sleep with you, Princess, if I could.”
The princess cried out in fear.
This filthy frog I couldn’t even touch, and now he wants to sleep in the same bed as me.
No man had ever entered my room before, let alone laid on my bed, but now this frog was…
But the king said, “It reached out to you in your time of need, but now you have reneged on your promise, how shameful.”
The chastised princess had no choice but to grab the frog with her fingertips and take it back to her room.
The frog was then placed at the foot of the bed, and he himself prepared to lie down on the bed.
But then the frog said, “I am so tired, please let me lie down on the bed, please let me lie down on the bed with you, or your father will be angry again.”
The princess was furious, but she was afraid of being scolded by her father again, so she had to grab the frog and put it in a corner of the bed.
So much so that the frog was finally allowed to sleep in the same bed as the princess.
The frog’s joy didn’t last long, however.
Though she can sleep with the male king, the princess is a terrible sleeper, sometimes nearly crushing the frog when she rolls over.
So the frog came up with a brilliant idea, it simply burrowed into the cleavage of the princess’s chest.
The princess cried out in surprise, for the frog’s skin was not only warty, but wet and cold, and made her very uncomfortable but she felt at the same time another marvelous touch that she had never felt before in the past.
“What’s going on here? What is this feeling?”
The princess asked herself this.
It was a completely different and intense feeling than when I had touched myself in the past.
The princess shook her head, desperately trying to push that feeling out of her mind.
To be caressed by a dirty frog and still feel happy..!
The thought of it was too much for the princess to bear.
But the frog thought it was funny, and it started crawling all over the princess.
The Princess couldn’t hold herself back any longer and moaned, “Ah, ah… no…”
But she sounded as if she was asking for more.
The frog probably knew that the princess liked it, too.
From that day on, the frog slept next to the princess every night, walking back and forth over her.
It was a lot of work for a small frog, but every time the princess cried out, “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
The frog also enjoyed it immensely because the sound was so sweet.
But when the frog tried to burrow into the princess’s most private place, the princess suddenly came back to her senses and threw the frog out with force.
Unexpectedly, the frog then suddenly transformed into a handsome young man.
For a moment, the princess was completely at a loss, just staring at the youth in dismay.
“I’ve adored you for a long time.”
The handsome youth said so in a gentle voice.
He had tanned skin, pure white and straight teeth, a strong physique, and a natural, non-flattering demeanor… completely different from the foppish men the princess had known in the past.
“But I never had a chance to get close to you, because I heard that the princess hated men from royal families very much, so I talked to the king and asked the fairies to turn me into the form of a frog so that I would have a chance to get close to the princess.”
It turns out that this young man is the second son of a neighboring nobleman, independent personality, do not like to stay in the city, but like to live freely in the forest, let the beard grow long, when hungry, they hunt and fish, and live a free life without the world.
“It’s okay for you to take the form of a frog, but to do those things to me…”
The princess was very angry, but the young man in front of her was actually her “Prince Charming”, so she did not scold him.
So that night the two were pleasurably united.
The princess had longed to live in the forest, so she took the initiative and asked the handsome young man, “How boring it is to live in the palace, can we live in the forest together and enjoy a free life?”
“Yes, if you wish it so, Princess.”
Whenever you want to boil water for bathing, you have to gather your own firewood to make a fire.
If you’re hungry, you have to do your own fishing and hunting.
Surrounded by verdant greenery, the young couple sat at the table, enjoying the dishes they had cooked for the meal and gorging themselves on cheese and fruit.
At first, this life felt very new and interesting.
Gradually, however, the princess began to feel tired of this kind of life: “It turns out that the idyllic life that everyone aspires to is not as pleasant as it seems.”
Her husband was a man who lived off his hobbies, always writing books that didn’t sell.
At first, the princess married him because she thought he was “not like a nobleman”, but over time, she could not stand his impracticality.
The first winter that the two greeted in the forest was really hard.
Thick snow covered the earth, even want to pick up dead branches home to boil water to bathe is very difficult, not to mention to go outside to hunt for food.
And the river is all frozen over, so there are no fish to catch if you want to.
Seeing that the youth was still bored at home writing novels that wouldn’t sell, the princess became more and more displeased and began to nag and complain: “You’re a man, aren’t you? Can’t you do something meaningful?”
“Something meaningful…?”
“Those manuscripts you sent out have been returned by the publisher again! Please write some books that are in line with the trend of the times, so that the family can be financially independent, and don’t keep relying on father-sama’s handouts, okay! You’re even more useless than those ‘shameless’ dukes who always want to become officials! At least they are relying on their own abilities to support themselves.”
In this world, ideals alone don’t work.
The princess now finally understands that this is the reality of society.
I miss the castle. I miss my father and mother.
In the past, under their protection, I was able to be so capricious as to do and say whatever I wanted.
Soon, the princess and her husband had children, and she was quite strict about their education.
“Never do what your father did!”
The phrase had become the princess’s mantra.
“Reality and ideals are different. Your father is the one who only knew how to pursue ideals and didn’t want to be realistic, that’s why he ended up in this situation today, you absolutely can’t become like him.”
This was the case between the princess and her husband, who despised each other and often spoke sarcastically of each other.
The princess regretted very much that she had chosen a man who could only speak sweetly, had she known that she should have listened to her father and mother and married a nobleman of good character.
And the husband’s side?
He thought his wife was an understanding woman, but he didn’t realize that she was a hothouse flower who just wanted to stay under the umbrella of her parents.
What about their son…?
Growing up with a strict mother and a weak, demeaning father, the son has seen so many couples fight that he has gradually lost hope in getting married.
He thought to himself that he couldn’t afford to have a woman who was too self-assertive as a wife in the future.
Women who expect too much from their husbands, who suppress their husbands’ pursuit of their dreams, will only make the men lose more and more of their impulses. As a result, their son became celibate, but the princess and her husband didn’t realize that their son was like that because of himself.
They just nagged in their son’s ear all day long, asking him to start a family early and inherit the incense to carry on the family line.
By this time the princess had long been dead to her husband, and she transferred all her expectations to her son.
As for her husband, he’s happy to be left alone to write his never-selling novel.
Originally, he wanted to write a novel based on his own family, but it was so lackluster, so lacking in storytelling, that he finally gave up on the idea…
Balls of Gold
In the Hessian dialect of Germany, “golden balls” actually means “male genitals that shine like gold.”
The meaning of the word.
According to Fecha’s narration, the princess has a deep sense of guilt about the act of masturbation because sex is considered taboo under her governess’s strict teachings.
Losing the golden ball is actually a subconscious punishment for yourself.
The young man called “Frog”, Fecha, pointed out that the frog who helped the Princess to fetch the ball was in fact a young man of the common people’s class, and that the Princess called him “Frog” to show her disdain and contempt because he was not clothed.
The Princess had previously held back her desires, but the touch of the young man known as “Frog” was a new experience for her.
Through him, the Princess recognizes a completely different world, and the young man she used to dislike so much becomes Prince Charming, a good partner in life.
At first, the princess is very fearful of the frog approaching her, and is disgusted and disturbed by the frog’s touch.
Bettikhan explains that it’s really about the dislike and uneasiness held about sex.
Before sex is awakened, one can even become angry at one’s self for craving sex, which is why the princess threw the frog against the wall.
In addition, this dislike and uneasiness actually implies that people shouldn’t expect too much pleasure from their first sexual experience.
The first sexual experience is bound to be full of confusion and uneasiness, but after the temporary discomfort is suppressed, the beauty hidden in sex emerges and makes one experience a blissful feeling.
There is also a similar story of a princess who wakes up only to find a handsome male lying next to her.
This experience of spending a night together symbolizes the impression of someone changing overnight.
There are many similar stories in Europe, but the message is the same: it takes time and patience to move from intimacy to true love.
Chapter 4-Bluebeard (Another Forbidden Key)
At the edge of the village, there is an old it residence, in which lives a man.
He is the third male of a certain poor noble family, and can only barely make ends meet with the meager proceeds from the barren territory, and the name of nobility does not help him in any substantial way.
He had three daughters, but he couldn’t even raise the dowry to marry them.
At that time, if a nobleman could not raise the dowry for his daughter’s marriage, he had to send her to a convent for the rest of her life.
The three daughters probably had a similar future, all of them would be sent to the town convent for the rest of their boring lives.
Then again, the abbey was in bad taste at the time, and unspeakable behavior between nuns and priests often occurred, so there was really no need to be so pessimistic about your daughter’s happiness.
However, all three of his daughters were very beautiful and so ambitious, always looking forward to the day when they could attend a ball at court and gain the royal favor.
However, there was no way the palace would send out invitations to such countryside fallen nobles, so it was useless to wait any longer.
The three daughters were all beautiful, with the most beautiful of them being the Mai Daughter.
She had dark hair, rose-colored skin, lips as moist as red coral… There was no man who didn’t want to look back, especially since she was in the prime of her life.
The daughters often think that if our family was rich, we wouldn’t have to stay in this poor country anymore.
We could attend court dances, wear jewels and beautiful dresses, be flattered by princes and nobles, and dress up every day…
Whenever they were mending the torn underwear of their families or carrying buckets to the distant well to fetch water, they could not help complaining like this in their hearts.
In the midst of this life, suddenly one day a luxurious carriage pulled up in front of their house.
The daughters were surprised if a man in a tuxedo stepped out of the carriage with the assistance of his attendants.
The man was tall and spirited.
What caught his daughters’ attention the most, however, was his blue beard.
“Blue,” what a cold, clear term!
In the past, the French called the blood of the nobility “blue blood”, because the color blue carries a kind of coldness that makes people hard to get close to.
So is this man, who seems to put a lot of effort into maintaining his blue beard.
Men have sparse or dense beards, dark, brown or blonde, but I’ve just never heard of a blue beard.
The blue sky, the deep blue and mysterious sea…
The color blue always gives the impression of being cold and unprejudiced.
The man, too, seemed to be instantly recognizable as a combination of cool, intellectual and disciplined, and he seemed to take great pride in his unapproachability.
The daughters saw Bluebeard, and their leaping hearts could not help but freeze at the sight.
It was at this point that the man who had come in the carriage made his request.
He hoped the lord would give him one of his three daughters as a bride.
It was a rather abrupt request, but the man seemed very confident, acting as if he thought he would not be refused.
The father of the three sisters didn’t dare to agree right away, but just falsely responded to the story first, and then found another person to find out where the other person came from.
I’ve heard that the man lives in an ancient castle on a hill far away.
There were no relatives or brothers, and only a few servants to take care of him.
The old castle hadn’t had an outside visitor in years, the grounds were overgrown and the empty rooms were dusty and covered in cobwebs.
The great hall had never hosted a ball, and the gold and silver cutlery that adorned the cupboards had never been placed on the table to entertain visiting guests.
Also, it was heard that the man had been married a couple of times, though no one knows where those wives of his went on to.
There were rumors that he had killed all of his wives, but everyone only dared to whisper about it, there was no real proof.
Those wives were all beautiful, but they were also all unattached, so even if they disappeared, no one would look for them.
The two sisters swore that they would rather die than marry a man like that.
“I really don’t know what happened to doing those ex-wives. The thought of pushing makes me feel uncomfortable all over.”
“Look at him, as if he thinks that money makes the world go round and that every woman should do his bidding.”
Only the miko didn’t say anything.
She had wanted to become a rich man so badly, and now that dream was finally getting a chance to come true.
However, even her heart was all still a little hesitant.
The man had a long blue beard that was really unnerving to look at.
But the girl shook her head bitterly.
What does it matter?
Even if he really is a weirdo, after he gets married and has two or three kids, he should become more normal, right?
Don’t men always love children?
Bluebeard is so happy to learn that Mamoru has agreed to his proposal that he invites her, her father, and her sister to play in his castle.
The crystal lamp in the hall, which had never been lit, was finally lit this time, illuminating the hall, while the dust that had accumulated on the curtains had been cleared away and all the windows opened to allow fresh air to flow into the house.
The table was set with many pieces of china and cups and saucers with gold rims, obtained from all the countries of the world, and filled with dishes of fruits, meats, and offal, as well as with all kinds of rare confections and wines.
Bluebeard is uncharacteristically gracious and cheerful, entertaining fathers and daughters.
There wasn’t much to pick on, other than the grim looks on the faces of the servants who always kept their heads down and came and went in a hurry.
The grand furniture, ornate candelabras, noble paintings, and tapestries depicting war scenes are a replica of the court life envisioned by the women.
The maiden said her interest was in dancing; and when Bluebeard heard this, he laughed happily and said, “You may have a ball in this hall as long as you like, and invite all the noblewomen in the neighborhood to attend it. As long as you are willing to marry me, I will immediately organize a grand ball for my lovely bride.”
He led the girl to the dressing room, where rows of closets were filled with gorgeous dresses adorned with jewels.
“These are all yours, take as many as you like.”
It brought to the mind of the woman who was wearing several strings of diamond collars and a long velvet gown with a proud smile on her face.
Although the man standing next to her was a little older and a little shifty, what did it matter?
When the future begins to live in such palace-like luxury, every day will be so busy with socializing and entertaining that there will be no time to pay attention to her husband’s eccentric temper.
With that, the Mamoru formally agreed to Bluebeard’s proposal.
The two then had a grand wedding in Bluebeard’s castle.
But not long after the wedding, the expectations of the women were dashed one by one.
The large drawing-room, where no balls were ever given, and no invitations to banquets were ever received from the court, and where Bluebeard went off to war to fight soon after his marriage, and for a long time did not send back even a letter.
Only the constant stream of merchants coming in and out of the castle helped to relieve some of the loneliness.
The Mistress was busy all day shopping for countless jewels and fancy dresses, not worrying at all about how much money was spent.
She stood in front of the mirror changing from one outfit to another, but no one appreciated it, nor did she have the opportunity to travel anywhere to a banquet in these fancy clothes.
And so she spent an unknown number of lonely days.
Even when Bluebeard is back in town, he mostly spends his time hunting.
Hunting was a man’s hobby, and the city and beyond were filled with the sound of horns, men’s roars, horses’ hooves, and the swoosh of whips…
While the men were indulging in this kind of fun and plunder that had been passed down from ancient times, the women had to sit in the city and wait for the prey that the men brought back to the table… On the surface, Bluebeard was a man of good taste, but in reality, he was incredibly rude, sometimes even picking up pheasants that were still dripping with blood and carrying them across the dining room, causing the women, who had already been made into concubines, to scream and flee back to their rooms.
But when Bluebeard heard her screams, he laughed loudly instead, and deliberately lifted the blood-dripping mongrel chicken high in the air, and even cut open the belly of the pheasant with a sharp knife in front of his consort.
At this point, Bluebeard’s eyes were filled with blood, and with that mouth blue beard, it was really very scary.
The eerie ferocity revealed in her husband’s eyes as he handled the prey on the chopping block was all in the eyes of the consort.
As Bluebeard sliced through the meat and crushed the bones with his sharp knife, Consort could never help but think that the prey lying on the chopping block was as good as his own.
Still, that wasn’t even the most agonizing thing she’d had to deal with since marrying Bluebeard.
She still struggles most with her sex life with each other.
On a bed hung with muslin curtains, the consort and Bluebeard completed their first night together, but yea night the husband was completely insensitive to the fact that his wife was a virgin, and did not consider whether the consort was enjoying fish and water or not, but just roughly took possession of her body.
When he was done, Bluebeard fell back to sleep, not giving a thought to the pain of his new wife.
At first Consort thought that maybe all men were like that.
It may be that all husbands under heaven are alike in being so rude and insolent, and in having no regard for a woman’s feelings; but it is so lonely to live like this.
Each night, the husband would share the consort’s bed and then roughly strip her of her clothes, possessing and playing with her body, completely failing to realize that the consort’s heart was dripping blood.
And the humiliation the consort suffered didn’t stop there.
One day, which happened to be the night before Bluebeard’s expedition, the consort went to bed first, as usual, and then heard Bluebeard’s heavy footsteps cross the room after him.
Consort mechanically opened her body to her husband, and Bluebeard violated her as furiously as usual.
For the consort, it had been her inescapable nightly obligation.
She knew that as long as she could endure the pain for a short while, she would be able to sleep alone later… But on this night, there was something different about Bluebeard’s demeanor.
After he was done, he removed the leather marvelous straps from under the bed, roughly ripped off his consort’s feet, and fitted the perverted torture device to her private parts.
“What are you doing? What the hell do you want?”
The consort wailed.
“Don’t argue, it’s just to make sure you don’t go red while I’m away from home.”
Instantly, the consort understood.
So this is the rumored “chastity belt”…
Chastity belts are said to have originated in the Middle Ages; nobles at the time often had to follow crusades and invented the props out of fear that their wives would be unchaste.
This prop, fitted to a woman’s private parts, has a belt and a plate that covers the pubic area.
The leather belt was also wrapped in velvet cloth to keep it from rubbing against the skin.
As for the plates that protect the key areas, they are made of metal or ivory and tightly enclose the woman’s private parts.
A small hole was cut in the board for the usual toilet use.
However, the area around the small hole is specially made jagged, so that anyone who tries to stick their finger in there will stop because of the pain of being stuck.
The chastity belt also had a fairly sturdy lock on it, and the husband carried the key to this lock with him whether he was going to war or out of town.
“Please stop, I’m so faithful to you, you should know that very well!”
Consort wailed and fled around the room while Bluebeard happily hunted her down like she was playing a game.
When the consort was cornered, too frightened to move, and sat down on the floor, a sadistic smile appeared on Bluebeard’s face…
In the end, the consort is put in a chastity belt and locked up with a key by Bluebeard, and the consort’s heart is frozen with it.
I’m afraid she’ll never forget the horror…
In addition to the humiliation and horror, there was a question in her mind: what was she to her husband?
Is not a husband to look upon his wife with love?
But in Bluebeard, the consort never felt such warmth; she felt only coldness, contempt, and coercion.
When Bluebeard walked out of the room, Consort collapsed on the bed with the heavy props over her head, her heart filled with grief, even to the point of wanting to die.
Why should one suffer such treatment?
What did I do wrong?
Is it wrong to wish to become rich?
Is it a sin to be extravagant and wasteful?
But it’s too late for regrets.
And so, clutching her wounded pride, Himeko lived each day in solitude.
Only the merchants were still coming to town as usual, constantly peddling rare items.
They were always selling hard with their three-inch tongues and bringing out rare gems and fabrics from Filippo and Paris, and the consorts always accepted them at face value.
After that, a number of bills were sent to the castle, but strangely enough, Bluebeard never asked about them, as if acquiescing in his wife’s profligacy.
One day the merchant brought undergarments made of silk from Filippo for the consort to choose from.
Suddenly, the merchant’s mouth lifted up in a wry smile, and he whispered in the consort’s ear, “You seem to be spending your days in a rather constrained manner, ma’am.”
“What are you talking about?”
The consort was startled and asked him so rhetorically.
“I mean, you are a happy wife for valuing your husband’s love so much. But the deepest love, if it exceeds its limits, becomes a heavy burden. You, ma’am, are probably feeling suffocated by this, aren’t you? In fact, it is necessary to take it easy once in a while.”
Understanding the implication of the merchant’s words, the consort blushed in shame.
Why would he know such a thing?
You shouldn’t be able to see the chastity belt on me from the outside.
Could it be that the servants had spread the word without a word of mouth?
“Let me tell you good news today, ma’am, I actually know a master key puncher.”
“Keys?”
“It’s a locksmith from Bergamon who originally made these horrible things for people. Since he could make them, he had no problem making keys…”
Even at this point, the consort was still shy.
“Don’t worry, you’re definitely not the only one who feels constrained by this, ma’am. I’ve been entrusted by several ladies in the past to thread the needle.”
Hearing him say that, the consort also asked the merchant to put in a word for her to help punch a key.
It didn’t take long for the tiny key to reach the consort.
In fact, the consort has a private crush on someone.
He was a vassal within the castle, with blue-eyed blonde hair and a slender frame, and of similar age to the consort.
In the Middle Ages, this kind of “courtly love” was allowed in the spirit of chivalry.
When the lord is out of town, the young knight can have a spiritual relationship with the consort who stays in town.
However, although it is beautifully called a spiritual relationship, in reality, it is not always possible to remain on a spiritual level.
Especially if the consort doesn’t love her husband, or can’t get enough of him in life, it can easily develop into a cheating romance; this was the case with Bluebeard’s consort.
Whenever Bluebeard went on a journey, that youth would sneak into the consort’s room in the darkness of the night.
The youth craved the consort’s body with fervor, but the consort always blushed and resisted vigorously.
She was afraid the other woman would realize she was wearing such a mortifying prop.
However, the lustful youth still made a strong effort to take off the consort’s clothes and remove her underwear, wanting to possess her body.
But in the end, it was very discouraging to realize that the consort was wearing that horrible prop.
“What a horrible man to treat you so cruelly…”
The youth couldn’t help but curse Bluebeard.
“He is the devil! It’s the devil…!”
Therefore, although the fire of love in the hearts of both parties is so strong, they are always unable to cross the last line of defense.
Both youth and consort were deeply distressed by this, and such nights were repeated again and again.
But after the consort gets the key, the two of them are finally able to bond happily.
After that, day or night, they would always take the opportunity to sneak in some sexual pleasure.
Since then, Consort’s life has changed subtly.
Even when Bluebeard went out of town, she didn’t feel lonely, and sometimes she even couldn’t help humming.
Bluebeard was silent about the change in his wife, just coldly observing.
Exactly the same!
Bluebeard thought so privately, in exactly the same way as the women of the past.
Women are like this, they pretend to be pitiful and submissive on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are doing some ungodly things; if you really believe them, you will be very wrong.
Bluebeard’s mother was such a slut.
His mother, who often brought different men home, while his father willfully turned a blind eye and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
After the death of his father, Bluebeard, who was the eldest son, was supposed to inherit the family business, but his younger brother questioned Bluebeard’s identity and objected to out Bluebeard inheriting the family fortune.
Bluebeard then had to kill his mother and brother, as well as other renegade nobles, to successfully seize the succession.
But it was also because his castles and territories had been violently seized that he was even less at ease.
Bluebeard was already a very suspicious man, and he often suspected that someone among his retainers was trying to poison him, or that someone would use the same tactics to take away his power and position.
Also, he doesn’t trust women, he thinks they always betray for lust.
Since Bluebeard had witnessed his father’s experience at a young age, he would never allow such a thing to happen to him.
“I’m going to be traveling for a while.”
Bluebeard said to his wife, “This is the key to the castle’s coffers; a key to the library, a key to the treasury, a key to the jeweled coffers, a key to the furniture coffers, and a key to the vault. You can open and look at all of these coffers, except for this last golden key, which is absolutely not to be used. Understand?”
“Yes, all in accordance with your instructions.”
Consort replied cheerfully.
Of course, as usual, Bluebeard put a chastity belt on her and locked the key.
That icy coldness hit her pride every now and then.
When Bluebeard’s carriage was far away, the young man, as usual, eluded the ears and eyes of the servants, sneaked into the consort’s room, used another key to open the chastity belt, and then the two of them enjoyed a good time.
“My husband left these keys with me for safekeeping.”
The consort took out the key and showed it to her lover boy.
“He said I was free to come and go from whichever storehouse I wanted, except for the room with this last gold key, which was absolutely unopenable.”
“Doesn’t that just set out to entice you to open it up and take a look?”
The youth grinned with irony on his face.
“Let’s just go on a tour together.”
“Yeah, well, these will be yours sooner or later anyway.”
They were already thinking about finding a chance to murder Bluebeard and then the two of them double crossing each other.
So, with the key in hand, they opened one treasury after another, and saw gold and silver treasures collected from all over the world, luxurious furniture, exquisite discretionary carpets, paintings by famous artists, leather-covered collector’s books, noble cutlery… It was the first time for the young man to see so much treasure, and the desire that sprang up within him made his head spin.
“How marvelous, there are so many gold and silver treasures, according to this, that last room must have even more precious treasures lo.”
The youth persuaded the consort in this way.
“No, no, absolutely not open it!” The consort was very insistent and did not agree to the youth’s request.
But that night, the consort couldn’t sleep well all night. Just what was hidden in that room?
What kind of precious treasure is it? Or, what’s hidden inside is a secret unknown to Joten?
The more she was warned not to open it, the more it made her want to take a peek instead.
Her husband is still harboring so many secrets: the consort feels that her husband is still treating her as an outsider, and she is very lonely.
Now the opportunity had come to finally reveal the secret that her husband had been hiding for so many years… As a result, in the middle of the night, the consort finally pressed on and walked down to the basement with the key in her hand.
(It’s just a quick look, anyway, we’ll lock the door back then, so we won’t know what’s going on.) The consort thought this in her heart, but she didn’t know that she was falling into the trap set by her husband step by step; at this moment, she was completely blinded by curiosity.
Consort inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it gently.
Just moments after opening the door, Himeko let out a scream as the floor beneath her feet unexpectedly pooled with blood.
And the walls of the chamber were hung with the bodies of gruesomely dead women, as if they were rows of prey.
There were corpses with their throats cut wide open, corpses with their breasts sliced off, corpses cut in two, corpses with their stomachs cut open and their organs exposed, corpses with their arms and legs cut off, and corpses that were so decomposed that only their bones remained…
So many corpses have only one thing in common, and that is that their private parts are tied with chastity belts.
Nearly losing her concentration out of fear, the consort hurriedly pulled the door shut and darted away. But not long after, when she came back to her senses, she realized that she had lost the important key.
Turns out, the key had fallen to the blood-leaking floor!
Concubine carefully picked it up, but the key was so stained with blood that she couldn’t wipe it off. She tried everything, rubbing it with medicinal water, boiling it in boiling water, sucking the blood out of the key’s crevices with a straw…
Despite the fact that the consort’s fear nearly made her faint, she spent the day desperately trying to get the key clean.
However, the key was originally only stained with half of the blood, but the more he wiped it, the more the blood stains leaked onto the other half, as if a spell had been cast on it, and he could not get rid of it.
Two days later, Bluebeard returned. He came home earlier than originally estimated, and the consort wasn’t even mentally prepared for it; she had to play it cool and act happy to welcome her husband home, but in fact she was scared to death inside.
“Did you have a nice ride? I’m sure you’re tired?”
The consort ordered the servants to heat up the bath water and set the table with a variety of delicacies, hoping to divert her husband’s attention. But Bluebeard had just changed out of his going-out attire when he asked, “Where’s the key?
Hurry up and give it back to me.”
Her consort’s heart suddenly tightened, but she was afraid that an unnatural reaction would arouse her husband’s suspicion, so she had to take the key out and hand it over to him in awe.
“This is from the library, this is from the furniture storehouse, this is from the treasure storehouse…”
The husband counted them by the handful.
The more he counted, the more frightened the princess became; and finally, at the end… “Gah? Why is there one missing? Where’s the golden key?”
“Huh? How come? I probably forgot it somewhere, so I’d better wait until tomorrow to look for it.”
“No, I want it now! I need to find it now!”
Consort was dead set on making excuses, but Bluebeard was pushing harder and harder.
There was no choice but for the consort to take out the golden key.
“Huh? Why is there blood on this?”
Bluebeard’s tone didn’t seem surprised, but rather somewhat pleasant.
“I don’t know, I didn’t even notice it, was it there before?”
The consort replied in a voice so small it was barely audible.
“That can’t be true; you’re the one who broke our agreement; you opened the door to that room, didn’t you?”
Bluebeard’s expression suddenly became quite terrifying, frightening the consort to the point that she fell to her knees in front of him, trembling.
“Please forgive me, I’ll never dare again, please forgive me…”
“How dare you disobey my order, do you know why those women were killed? Since you already know my secret, I’ll let you be a companion with them!”
Consort trembled and cried, tugging at Bluebeard’s pant leg and pleading, but none of it could dispel Bluebeard’s anger.
“I will never divulge this secret to anyone, and no matter what happens, I will keep it secret until I die…”
Consort thought that this made her and Bluebeard accomplices and partners, but Bluebeard was not impressed in the least.
Suddenly the consort remembered that maybe her husband was trying to put her to death because of something else… had he found out something?
According to the law at the time, a husband could kill his wife on the spot if he found out that she had left him.
Perhaps Bluebeard’s past wives were killed for this reason?
Even if the husband is merciful and lets his wife ride naked on a horse and parade her around the marketplace, it would be considered the lightest punishment.
“If you really must kill me, at least let me say a prayer before I die.”
The consort gave up her plea, despairing.
“Prayer? Well, lest you get lost again when you get to the West.”
So the consort ran to the top of the spire and screamed out the window, “Help! Come and help me!”
She shouted desperately with all her breath, hoping that her lover, who lived outside the castle, would hear her and come to her rescue.
But there was just dead silence all around, no response.
“Haven’t you finished praying? Come down and die…”
Bluebeard said, then went to the basement first to take out a large kitchen knife and sharpen its blade.
The harder he grinded, the happier he got, blood in his eyes.
He knew that the thrill he got from brutally killing the women he hated was more exciting than the thrill of sex.
The sight of the large chopper stained with old bloodstains gave Bluebeard, who had already killed countless people, great pleasure.
He’d already killed several women with this big kitchen knife, so it wouldn’t be a big deal to kill one more now.
Originally he had expected that this time he would marry a wife who would never betray him and be a woman who could resist her lustful desires, but in the end he realized that all women are the same, even the end is the same… Bluebeard’s first wife was a deadbeat woman, and there was always a great deal of dissatisfaction in her heart.
Every night, when Bluebeard hugged her, she was all tense and stubbornly resisted.
Even after Bluebeard pressed her body in a forceful way and possessed her roughly, she still didn’t react like a dead person, which made Bluebeard start to hate her.
Originally he wanted a wife who was as unassertive as a doll, but he didn’t expect to get home a woman with a gloomy personality who always rejected him with silence and made him feel unattainable.
But even so, she was pregnant with Bluebeard’s child.
However, just when Bluebeard is excited because he has a queen, his wife deliberately rinses her body with ice-cold water and hits her abdomen with a big stone every night, leading to a miscarriage at last.
The second wife was a long-winded woman who liked to nag.
Probably because his first wife’s personality was too somber, he married a woman with an outgoing personality this time around.
Originally, Bluebeard was quite fond of her cheerful, talkative personality, but gradually he felt that her words were just too much.
At first, his wife just nagged him about chores around the house, but then she interjected herself into everything big and small within the territory; Bluebeard, of course, couldn’t tolerate it any longer.
And this wife…
Bluebeard also knew that the woman had agreed to marry him because of his wealth; after all, he was a handful of years old, and money was his only means of attracting young women.
A young, beautiful, young girl who grew up in a poor family and did not know what waste was… When her new wife married her, she began to live a life of profligate spending.
Jewelry, clothes, perfume…
Bluebeard mostly just stared coldly at this peculiar interest of the women and didn’t interfere much.
Though he despised the folly of women, he felt that such an expense was considered a great bargain as long as he could live in peace.
I didn’t realize that this time the woman…
As the lord of a city and a country, the husband should of course have absolute power and not allow anyone to betray him.
Bluebeard himself routinely slashes betrayed retainers to death with a single slash.
However, using violence to bring people to their knees only makes Bluebeard more and more lonely.
He became driven only by fear and did not know what love was… but other than that, he would not use any other method, because revealing one’s weaknesses in order to gain a woman’s pity was something he would rather die than do.
Giving a golden key to a consort to test her loyalty; what’s the point?
What was the purpose of deliberately letting her see the bodies of her other wives?
But, now Bluebeard has indulged in bloody fun.
He yelled up to the tower, “Hey! Are you ready yet? I’ve sharpened the knife!”
The consort, in despair, looked out the window one by one, hoping that her savior would arrive sooner.
Just when she was almost on the verge of giving up, the sound of galloping hooves finally came from the darkness of the night.
It’s him!
He finally came..!
It was hard to settle down, but then from downstairs came Bluebeard’s roar, loud enough to shake the earth.
“How long are you going to pray! If you don’t come down soon, I’ll go up and pull you down myself!”
Bluebeard quickly ascended the steps of the tower and forcefully took the sobbing consort away with force.
He was going to rip the consort to his face and then cut off her head with a big swing of his sword.
Just then, the youth smashed through the window and leapt in; Bluebeard, who was holding a kitchen knife, was startled, but immediately shifted his target and swung his knife at the youth.
However, he was no match for the young and strong youth.
In front of the trembling consort, the two men stalemated for a moment, but in the end, the youth stabbed Bluebeard’s throat with his sword.
Bluebeard’s body ended up hanging in the basement with the women he had loved and hated.
From then on, the consort inherited Bluebeard’s vast fortune; she divided it equally with her father and sisters.
Not only did my father have the opportunity to spend a comfortable old age, but my sisters were able to marry into noble families as they wished.
What about the consort herself…?
She and the youth continued to live in the town, and the bodies of several women and a man still hung in the basement of the castle as before.
Although the door was closed, all those who walked through it, could not stand, the strong smell of blood coming from inside.
For a good while, the two of them lived a very happy life.
Surrounded by beautiful jewels, garments, and furniture, and sleeping night after night in the arms of her beloved man, the consort was made to feel that she had all that a woman seeks; and, as a matter of course, it should be impossible for this to cause any further dissatisfaction.
However, since her first man was the cruel and heartless Bluebeard, it actually filled the consort’s heart with an unconscious distrust of men as well.
Just as Bluebeard hated women, Consort subconsciously hated men.
After inheriting a myriad of possessions from Bluebeard, Himeko decides to use her advantage to wreak vengeance on the men of the world.
She began openly recruiting her husbands; when word spread, so many men from neighboring towns came to find out what was going on.
The consort first lures a man into marrying her by sweet-talking him, leading him to bed to enjoy his first night.
Just as the man was mesmerized by her caresses, the youth hiding in the next room would suddenly appear and kill the man on the bed.
The bodies of the men killed were hung in the basement as usual.
As the number of bodies continued to grow, the consort felt great satisfaction.
But as more and more men are killed, it becomes harder and harder for her to experience fulfillment.
“Just how many people do we have to kill before we’re satisfied?”
Sometimes the consort would argue with the youth about it.
Feeling very discouraged, Himeko began to ask herself, “Should I let this young man become part of the collection in my basement?
In the end, she realized that men were all the same.
As soon as a man masters a woman, he thinks he is a despotic emperor and can command everything… (It’s about time, isn’t it…) thought the consort.
This youth was already getting arrogant, forgetting who he was.
He didn’t even think about who made him live in the castle, who made it possible for him to be so extravagant and wasteful… When he started to forget all this, his life would reach its end as well.
One day a man came to apply for a husband; and the consort, as usual, seduced him with sweet words, intending to entice him to bed.
This time, however, things were a little different.
The consort hides from the youth’s ear, calls the man aside in secret, and then tells him his plan, explaining that when the night of the wedding is over, a youth will appear to kill him.
The man was surprised at first and was so afraid that he tried to run away, but the concubine said to him, “If you do as I say, I will give you endless riches and honor.”
The man finally calmed down and accepted the consort’s offer as well.
“Listen, this is the sleeping pill that is going to be used to knock you out, just pretend to take it and fall asleep; that man will definitely come out to attack you, at which point you’ll pull out the dagger you’ve hidden on the bed and stab him to death. You don’t have to worry that you won’t be able to beat him, I’ll get him drunk beforehand…”
On the other hand, the youth, who did not know that the consort was otherwise intrigued, was still sitting at the table drinking wine as usual.
“Really, how many more do you have to kill before you’re satisfied? I’ve had enough! And the basement is getting crowded, so if the number of corpses continues to grow, we’ll have to find another place to put them…”
Hearing the youth say that, the consort also became agitated.
“Alright, alright, why are you nagging so much, there’s work waiting for you.”
Everything was planned as usual.
The youth staggered into the bedroom with his knife in a drunken stupor.
He crept closer to the consort lying on the bed and the man beside her, then raised his knife high, ready to cut the man to death…
But the man pretending to be asleep soon rose, and, taking his dagger, stabbed the youth in the throat.
“Damn you; how dare you betray me…”
The youth, who was still struggling in pain before his death, tried to climb onto the bed at this point, but was kicked off by the consort, who was sneering from the sidelines.
“Don’t you understand? This is what happens when you disobey me! You’ve been by my side for so long, why don’t you understand?”
So the consort went on with their new life with a new man.
As before, the princess went around recruiting husbands and then killed her new husband and hung him in the basement…
Nothing has changed, except that the men who take orders from the consort change again and again.
When there was another argument between the two men, the consort would find a new man to replace the old one, and the bodies in the basement continued to multiply…
Origins of the Killing Fiend
There are several theories about the origin of the “Bluebeard” story.
For example, it has been theorized that Bluebeard was modeled after Gil Dore Ray, who brutally murdered young children in the fifteenth century.
As a young man, Gil-Do Rey was honored as a hero for having fought alongside Joan of Arc, the French Salvationist girl.
He then inherited his grandfather’s vast territory and city and spent his days indulging in luxury and wine.
Some people say that he used to love Jeanne d’Arc, who fought together, but Jeanne d’Arc, who shouted that she fought for God’s justice, was finally executed by fire and did not receive God’s salvation, which made him begin to doubt the existence of God, and also lost his faith and became self-absorbed.
Later on, hundreds of cases of missing teenagers occurred in his territory.
Gil is very much enamored of a monk from Italy, Brelacci, and under his influence, Gil becomes increasingly addicted to alchemy and descending magic.
Since he had heard that the devil loves the blood of children, he went and captured teenagers and killed them all to offer them to the devil.
As a result, the people of the territory rumored that “there is a man-eating devil in the castle”.
The court finally issued a warrant for Jill’s arrest after a complaint from the missing teen’s parents.
When the group entered the castle, there were still traces of sadistic blood and countless corpses of teenagers that had been turned into white bones inside.
In court, Gill confessed that after luring the boys and teenagers, he brutally violated their bodies before hanging them and cutting open their chests to extract their blood-soaked entrails.
All the onlookers were so shocked by such a narrative that some even fainted on the spot.
Afterwards, Gill was convicted by both the General Court and the Inquisition for the murder of a boy, for sexual favors, for practicing magic, for blasphemy, and for heresy, and was sentenced to confiscation of all his property and death by fire.
To this day, in Gil’s hometown of Bandy, mothers still threaten their naughty children with this: “If you don’t behave, Bluebeard’s witch will come and take you away.”
Taboo Room
Psychologically, the key symbolizes the male sex organ.
The “key” that opens the door to the secret room, according to Bettikhan, refers to the male sex organ.
And after opening the door, a key stained with blood means that the hymen was damaged during intercourse, resulting in blood on the male sex organ.
In addition, a bloodstain that cannot be wiped away means that the virginity that has been lost cannot be restored.
Thus, taking the key and opening the forbidden room actually implies that the wife has betrayed her husband sexually.
In medieval Europe, a husband who caught his wife red-handed had the power to put her to death immediately.
In the early medieval Byron Code, there is also the provision that “a man who cheats on his wife with a married woman shall not save his own life by any means whatsoever in the face of his husband’s sanction, but shall be responsible for his own offense and shall be at the disposal of the other party”.
However, Karl-Heinz Mare just said that the key Bluebeard gave his wife was actually a “chastity belt.”
The key.
In ancient times, husbands would sometimes sew up a woman’s vulva to prevent his wife from having an affair, and fathers would sometimes sew up a woman’s vulva to preserve the virginity of their daughters; chastity belts were a product of this concept, and were opened and closed with the use of a small key.
In Europe in the early modern period, in order to prevent his wife from cheating, the husband for his wife to wear a chastity belt behavior was once popular it.
Reasons to kill your wife
In the book “Why did Bluebeard kill his beloved wife?”, Helmut Barz mentions that Bluebeard over-repressed his emotions and denied his “motherhood” (yin). Bluebeard over-repressed his emotions and denied his “motherhood” (yin), so that when a woman came too close to him, he was so afraid that he killed his wife to calm her down.
Men like Bluebeard, who unilaterally order their wives to obey them and impose sanctions when they betray them, have existed since ancient times, and are the ultimate embodiment of “patriarchy” and “paternalism”.
This type of person is characterized by a total domination by “power”, and they have a strong disdain for “maternal (feminine)” symbols such as intuition, fantasy, feelings, and sexuality, believing that the feminine qualities hidden in their hearts represent fragility, and therefore denying such qualities.
Although such a man is also convinced that a strong man must shelter a woman, when a woman gets excessively close to him, the heart recoils and even triggers a killing spree.
Excessive proximity to women triggers strong emotions in them, which is a symptom of “motherhood”, and makes them realize that there is still such a weakness in their ego consciousness, which is why they try to erase it at all costs.