[Chapter 145] Cowardly words

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The event was abruptly ended due to Blier suddenly collapsing after hugging me so tightly that I couldn't breathe.

The High Priest, as if Blier were his own daughter, fussed over her and arranged a room for her in the Great Temple.

Since the Great Temple was much closer to the square than the palace, we hurried there.

"She's alive. However, it seems she's overworked, so she'll need some rest."

High Priest Teln looked at the lying Blier with a face full of wonder at those words.

"Ugh! Your Highness. If you keep looking at her with those creepy eyes, she'll wake up and poke her own eyes and faint again."

"She's alive, she's alive..."

"Let's go out for now. You've seen that she's alive, haven't you?"

Epero glanced at Roardnes, who was standing like a guard at the door, and dragged the High Priest and the doctor out of the guest room.

I didn't take my eyes off Blier and continued to look down at her.

She looked a little sick, unlike when she was lying peacefully in the glass coffin.

Rossi wiped Blier's forehead, which was covered in sweat.

"This crazy woman, for me..."

Rossi kept muttering the same words over and over.

"When young Blier was young, she asked me why I wandered around like that."

"..."

"When she was little, I just smiled instead of answering. I'm human too, so I get tired and stressed sometimes."

Rossi dropped tears with blurred eyes as if recalling the past.

"The truth that had been hidden for a long time. I told her I was looking for records to reveal and correct that one thing. Foolishly, I thought that even if I told that child a few things, she wouldn't be able to guess."

Rossi mumbled, burying her face in her hands in distress.

"When this child woke up and looked into my eyes, and took those records from me and announced them to the public as the will of God, I realized it."

That she was trying to fulfill my wish...

With those last words, Rossi quietly sobbed.

I was hesitant about whether to comfort her or stay quiet, and as I was watching her quietly, I felt a piercing gaze.

"...Talk."

It was Roardnes, who had been glaring at me from the podium all along.

****

As fierce as his glare.

His rough lips met mine in an instant.

Though I had no intention of pushing him away, he acted as if I would push him away and pressed me against him as soon as he crossed into the empty room.

Even though there was no bed in the room, I felt like I was on a bed rolling around with him.

Roardnes, who pinned me against the wall with both hands clasped together, ravaged my mouth and panted roughly.

It was an intense movement that would soon heat up my body, reminiscent of the heat we shared this morning.

As if he couldn't tolerate me even clinging to his neck, he tightly gripped my hand against the wall and sought my breath. The heat that entered between my parted lips warmed my whole body.

Finally, our lips parted when my legs ached from standing for too long.

I had seen Roardnes' sunken eyes many times before, but this time it felt a little different. It was because his eyes were filled with anger or excitement, I couldn't tell which.

Even after parting his lips, he held me against the wall for a while and pressed his forehead against mine.

In the warm room.

Only rough breathing passed between us, but we hugged each other as if we had had a lot of conversation.

His lips, which were still wet, gently bit my neck and he let out a deep sigh. His hot breath scattered on my hollow collarbone. I trembled slightly at the sticky breath that clung like fog.

"What should I do with you."

"...Roan."

When he was called by his name, he buried his lips deeper. A tingling sensation ran from his neck to my toes, where he touched.

"I'm going crazy because you won't listen to me..."

He swayed his body as if he were crying and laughing. I held my breath in his arms, afraid of missing a single word he said.

"I'm going crazy because I love you so much."

Roardnes, who finally left a mark deep in my neck, slowly raised his head.

A marble-like face flushed red came into view.

Intensely flickering red eyes.

His trembling lips seemed to plead as if he wanted to explore my mouth again.

"Where is that, huh?"

At the words he uttered like a moan, I quietly placed my hand on his cheek.

Roardnes looked at me with resentful eyes, but willingly buried his cheek in my small palm and then kissed me deeply as if in worship.

"I love you, Roan."

At that moment.

His rough breath stopped. His sharply angled jawbone bulged with tendons.

Roardnes, who had kissed my palm, froze and slowly raised his head towards me.

"I love you."

My love is foolish and selfish.

I thought that no matter how many times I said it, it wouldn't work unless I did something that would make the other person happy or helpful.

Perhaps I've become like his life, living to become a useful person during the time he loved Noebian.

Noebian too. Roardnes too. Even though I knew they would be happy with just a simple "I love you," no matter what I did.

"I love you, Roan."

I was such a coward that I could only say these words when I was absolutely certain that I had been of great help to him. So that he could never refuse my feelings.

But.

With that cowardly one-word sentence.

An expression that I hadn't seen even after spending countless hot nights and intertwining our bodies appeared on Roardnes's face.

Roardnes's two hands cupped my cheeks, his flickering red eyes staring at my lips as if burning them.

"I love you."

As if he had been born into this world just waiting for those words.

An ecstatic light, disguised as an expressionless face, flickered and faded in his beautiful eyes.

And soon.

Their wet lips met again.

The warmth that licked my lower lip like a beast soothing its wound soon roared and raged in my mouth, turning into a furious groan.

Our hot noses pressed and rubbed against each other incessantly.

His hands, hotter than that, pulled my head back and he relentlessly inhaled, licked, and chewed my breath.

Despite his ferocious manner, his overly sweet breath made us drink it like sweet liquor and get drunk.

"Adrienne, Adrienne, you're really, really... cowardly."

He said with a hot sigh between the slimy sounds.

The cowardice he thought of and what I knew were different, but it didn't matter.

Smiling at him with his eyes bloodshot, I replied.

"I know."

"When you say that, I..."

A low moan scratched his throat as he bit his lip, wetting my lips.

"... I can't do anything."

He said like a man who could immediately strip off his clothes and cloak and roll around on the floor.

His hot, wet lips moved from my lips to my cheeks, eyes, and forehead.

"I can't say sorry. I can't say thank you. Nothing is bigger to me than those words."

He hugged me like that for a long time. His arms tightened with each breath.

As I imagined my body melting and sinking into his hot and large body, he whispered like a sigh.

"I love you."

"I'm glad."

"I love you, Adrienne."

I wondered if he was as happy as I was.

That thought was fleeting. Their passionate kiss resumed. And as that sticky, fervent kiss continued,

I could feel it, without asking him, without him answering.

Roardnes is very, very happy right now.

Because of me, and no one else.

****

When the sun began to set,

Roardnes and I returned to the room where Bliere was lying.

Lotsi was still watching over her.

"Bliere!"

And Bliere, with a frown, blinked her blurry eyes several times and opened them.

She stared at the ornate ceiling with a painted sun, then turned her gaze to Lotsi.

"Ugh, damn it! Ah! Crazy, I almost had a heart attack!"

"You, you..."

"I told you, Master. Don't look at me while I'm sleeping with that face. Ugh... I'm going to have nightmares again."

"Is that something you say to a master you haven't seen in years?"

"Exaggeration. How long has it been? You've dropped by a few times in between, haven't you? Or what is it, did a few decades pass while I was dead?!"

Bliere sat up abruptly and looked around quickly.

And seeing me with my eyes wide open, watching her who was surprisingly foul-mouthed, she froze.

"Is this a dream?"

"Hello."

I raised my hand awkwardly in greeting. Bliere's gaze passed me and went to Roardnes behind me.

"...That bastard?"

Bliere's eyes quickly scanned the room.

With a posture ready to jump out of bed, I quickly replied.

"Which bastard are you talking about? There's more than one."

Bliere's actions, which seemed to be looking for someone urgently, stopped abruptly.

And soon, she threw her head back and started laughing wildly.

"Ah-. I imagined my little sister to be a bit more old-fashioned, a bit more stupid."

I didn't even realize I was clenching my fists in tension until Roardnes quietly wrapped his hand around mine.

"They're all dead, whatever bastards they are."

And at my reply, Bliere's eyes began to gleam. She furrowed her brow, as maliciously as she did on stage.

"So it wasn't a dream. Not the voice I heard just now, and the one I heard before."

"...Voice?"

"You said you would wake me up."

"!"

"I was supposed to die, you know."

As if finally confirming the fact that she was alive, Bliere's gaze lingered on the hand she had been waving wildly.

"You said you had a lot of questions for me?"

I stared at her without answering.

"I almost died with it buried forever, but I might as well tell you."

Bliere's lips, which had been parched and pale but had spat out lightning-like laughter, began to open.

"My story."

****

So, Bliere first learned of Adrienne's existence quite by chance.

"Does she think she's some kind of great noble just because she dresses like that?"

"Kikik. That's funny. She must be desperate to look like the Duchess of Ronta or something."

"What did you say, you bastards?"

That day, Bliere was on her way to Lotsi's hut.

In a poor province, Bliere's flamboyant attire and boisterous personality were always a thorn in the side, like a jagged stone.

So, she often got into fights, and she thought this time would be no different.

That is, until the new topic of the Duchess of Ronta entered her ears.

"It would be so satisfying to wipe her out with magic, you bastard! Ouch!"

"What kind of language is that for a grown-up girl like you?"

"Why did you hit me? You would have hit a guy, but you're calling me a girl."

"What else are you upset about that made you come here with your mouth running? Is this your playground?"

"Since the only person I play with is the Master, it's my playground, isn't it?"

"Master, my foot!"

"You're telling everyone in the neighborhood that I have magic?"

With that temper of hers...

Lotsi clicked his tongue and began to light a fire in the fireplace for Bliere, whose ears were turning red.

"Who is the Duchess of Ronta?"

"I barely remember King Elacon's name, how would I know."

Who is she that I'm trying to imitate?

Staring at the floor with annoyed eyes, Bliere turned her gaze to the newspaper that Lotsi had brought to use as kindling.

"!"

"The fire is lit, so a blanket... Bliere?"

That day, Bliere was especially...

She couldn't take her eyes off the front page of today's newspaper.

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