EIITAB - Chapter 24 < I Want To Get Married >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
"Sit down."
Before she knew it, he was looking back at her. As soon as their eyes met, she felt like all the hair on her body was rising.
"Ah, yes."
Hestia nodded her head and then took a step forward. At the same time, she involuntarily took a deep breath, and warm air rushed into her frozen nose without mercy. Hestia instantly felt her nose get itchy. Before she could stop it, small sneezes continued.
Aslan, who had planned to scoff at Hestia as soon as he saw her face, was quite embarrassed. Aslan, who paused for a moment with his lips slightly parted, soon narrowed his brows and frowned as Hestia sneezed endlessly.
'What should I do?'
He froze as if he had a breakdown. Would she feel better if he patted her on the back? With that thought in mind, he reached out his hand toward Hestia but stopped again. His golden eyes looked down at his thick, large hands.
'If I hit her with these hands, she'll die right away.'
He clicked his tongue in annoyance and clenched his fists tightly. Eventually, he gave up on getting closer to her and moved his body towards the fireplace.
Aslan angrily picked up the dry firewood and threw it into the fireplace. The flame received food and grew stronger. Aslan's room went from warm to hot in an instant. Hestia, who had barely managed to stop her coughing, couldn't help but feel the heat and slightly lowered the hood that covered her head.
Only then did she properly see what Aslan was wearing. His shirt, which was open to his chest, was soaked with something she couldn't tell if it was sweat or water, and it was sticking to his muscles. As she looked at those vivid shades, she wondered why his mouth was so dry. Hestia felt a strong thirst. Her throat felt itchy in a completely different way than before. The moment Aslan and her eyes met, she unconsciously changed her face. It felt like the heat was reaching all the way to her head.
"Your face is red."
"It's hot here..."
Hestia responded softly in her slightly cracked voice and began fanning her hands.
"It's better than freezing to death, so hold on."
Aslan spoke bluntly and immediately placed a glass filled with dark brown liquid in front of Hestia.
"Drink it."
Hestia thought of Aslan's sincerity and raised the glass with the intention of taking a sip as a courtesy. And her face quickly darkened.
"It is alcohol..."
Hestia didn't even think about drinking her drink, she just looked down at the glass and Aslan clicked his tongue.
"There is no such thing as a classy tea that a Princess would enjoy."
Hestia looked embarrassed at Aslan's cold reply. When Aslan saw that face, he almost missed it. He didn't mean to be sarcastic this time.
But she bit her open lips again, thinking that there was nothing more ridiculous than making excuses for every single one of her actions. When she didn't hear anything from him, Hestia finally opened her mouth first.
"It looks like you were dressed quite comfortably for the meeting."
Unable to find where to place her eyes, Hestia lowered her gaze slightly and muttered lowly.
"It's my mansion. Is there any problem?"
"There is none."
Hestia responded with a slightly bewildered look on her face, stretched out her hand, and took a sip of the glass of wine he gave her. Her esophagus felt hot. In the end, Hestia couldn't bear it anymore and she coughed harshly again.
"You should at least drink some water, that's foolish,"
"It's okay. I can drink as much as I want."
After coughing up a bit, she pursed her lips.
"First of all, thank you for your time. I'm serious."
Aslan responded by lightly snorting at her. Hestia spoke cautiously.
"I don't know if you remember what I said last time, but... I came here because I wanted to finish the rest of the story."
Aslan crossed his arms and slowly leaned against his back. He did this because he wanted to show that he was not interested in whatever was coming out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Hestia sat down even more in front of him, as if her upper body was about to spill, and looked at him with her earnest eyes.
"I want to get married."
She saw Aslan's face distort as before. Hestia became impatient and hurriedly opened her mouth, fearing that he would cut her off mid-sentence and hear everything after her.
"With you."
Hestia mustered up great courage to say those short words that could be considered a whisper. Then she immediately closed her mouth. There has been no response from Aslan yet.
'Should I have brought at least one flower?'
Still, it was a marriage proposal in name only. She wondered if she had been too indifferent. Hestia held her breath, gulping down her dry saliva. The heavy silence between Aslan and her was too much to bear.
He reacted a beat late.
"... What did you say just now?"
Hestia swallowed bitterness as she looked at Aslan's frowning face. She knew that he hated her, but seeing this expression right in front of her made her feel strange.
"What are you going to do with me? Marriage?"
He asked back as if he was dumbfounded. However, Aslan was embarrassed because Hestia's absurd suggestion did not make him feel as bad as he thought. Aslan didn't want Hestia to see those feelings, so he deliberately smiled and spoke coldly.
"Princess, have you taken any medicine?"
Hestia frowned as if asking such rude questions.
"I didn't take any medicine, and I didn't have a fever. Since this was said in an extremely normal state, I hope that the process of confirming my mental state will be completed at this point."
Aslan then became even more confused and combed his hair carelessly with his hands.
"Suddenly, you barbarically push in and make all the fuss about getting married. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you?"
Hestia nodded humbly and then added as if making an excuse.
"I think I spoke too much. But... I had no choice because I felt like if I didn't get to the point, you would change your mind and not listen again. Please understand."
She was staring at the contents of her glass, holding it tightly in her hands as if it were her own cup. Aslan, who was quietly watching Hestia, twisted his mouth as if he was dumbfounded.
'You did that last time, and you did that today too.'
He became angry at Hestia, who didn't even say "It's been a while" or say sorry for seeing his face like this.
'Anyway, I was the one who decided to meet and listen to the story, so let's bear with it.'
Aslan felt like if he opened his mouth, only sarcastic words would come out, so Aslan managed to hold on to the strings of reason. But it didn't bother him, so he kept stealing glances at her.
'Nothing has changed at all. No, she has become more beautiful.'
Then Aslan clicked her tongue without realizing it. He felt like he wanted to curse himself inwardly for even thinking about something like this. His gaze clings to her like melted caramel and rarely leaves her.
His jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth. Aslan swallowed his sigh and used his superhuman strength to divert his gaze away from her. Then he asked a question in a voice that was strangely thick with heat.
"I can't figure out what's inside you."
Hestia took a moment to choose the words in her mouth. How much can she tell Aslan?
'I don't have to tell him everything, but I need to tell you some neat things to persuade him.'
First of all, she thought it would be better to reveal that she was planning to leave the temple, even though it was confidential.
'I don't have to worry about the word spreading right away!'
After all, Aslan is not a person who has enemies in the social world. So, later on, if there is a rumor that she has left the temple, she will be removed from the candidacy of the person who spread it.
After completing her quick calculations, she took a small breath and held her breath before spitting out her words.
"I will soon be excommunicated from the temple." ".
"What do you mean by that?"
Aslan wrinkled his face. He gestured as if asking for a more detailed explanation, but Hestia's lips did not open again. Aslan roughly rubbed his eyebrows.
"Princess, If you brought it up, make sure you finish it properly."
It was a tired voice.
"That's all I can say to you."
Aslan furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Hestia. It was a face that seemed quite complicated.
"Has this matter been discussed with the temple guys?"
"That's not it... It's like a fait accompli."
As she gave strength to her fingertips. The alcohol in the glass she was holding trembled slightly and created ripples. No matter what happens, the trust does not change. It is said that one cannot avoid predestined death. So there is only one thing she wishes for. Deciding the time of death by one's own will, not by God's will.
That was the only revenge she could take on God, who had once again pushed her into a harsh fate.
'I hope my death was worth it in some way. Or, I hope it leaves at least a little comfort or relief.'
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