ICTV - Chapter 67
I changed The Villain
I always thought the neckline was really pretty, but I never thought I'd see it this close. I quietly lowered his hair.
“Why are you drinking while talking?”
I confessed honestly.
“I realized that your neckline is just as pretty as your hair.”
“Are you the only one looking at me shamefully?”
Belial said mischievously.
“It’s only fair if you show me your neckline too. Come on, show me, no. Wait, Rose. Stop it."
Belial's tone became urgent.
“I didn’t really mean it.”
"No. Now that I think about it, I think it’s right for me to show it too.”
I gathered my hair into one piece like before.
“You can see as much as you want."
'It’s okay. Stop it quickly.”
“But I already saw it.”
“So it’s really okay.”
In response to Belial's embarrassed refusal, I obediently lowered my hand that was holding my hair.
“Then let me know when you want to see me later.”
“...Yes, I will definitely tell you later if I want to see you.”
"..."
Belial had sufficiently dry hair swept away.
“I thought when I first saw you. It was so unique that I thought it couldn’t be any more unique.”
After saying those words, Belial paused for a moment. I tilted my head.
“You thought about it? That could be possible…”
Belial looked very tired as he said that.
“So you don’t like it?
“No, it’s great. It’s my first time.”
Belial raised his arm and suddenly stroked my cheek.
“The person who makes me embarrassed like this.”
This level of kinship was very common after becoming lovers. But maybe it was in one place, and at a late hour?
Even the slightest skinship felt strange for no reason.
“But you still can’t sleep? You wanted to sleep like that earlier."
“...That’s right. Once I woke up, I couldn’t come back again.”
This is why the atmosphere is so important. I turned my head for no reason.
“Now that you’re awake, would you like to at least look at the night sky from the terrace? I saw the moon on the way, and it was really pretty.”
“Is there really a need for that? I can see you as pretty as the moon without having to go to the terrace.”
“So are you saying you’re going to go or not?”
“I’m going.”
If I go outdoors instead of indoors, this strange atmosphere will disappear. I looked at the basket next to the closet. As expected, blankets were prepared.
The two went out to the terrace.
As Belial said, a large, round moon rose like a tray. As I tried to cover myself with a blanket, I realized that Belial's clothes were also thin.
“Do you want to cover it?”
“You cover it.”
“What should I do if you catch a cold?”
“Then shall we cover it together?”
I exchanged blankets with Belial for a moment and looked at him. The size is a bit ambiguous, but it should be okay. Above all, since I and Belial are lovers, I need to get used to situations like this.
The moment I was about to spread the blanket, Belial held out his hand.
“Give it to me.”
Belial stood behind me, covering his upper body with a blanket.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
“Huh? What is that?”
The moment I became suspicious, Belial hugged me from behind. My eyes widened at the sudden contact and the warmth I felt.
“I don’t think a blanket alone will be enough.”
".."
“Are you in a bad mood?”
I immediately shook my head. Rather, it was the opposite. It was so cozy and warm, as if I was under a blanket, that my body naturally lost strength.
But it still didn't matter. An upper body as strong as an old tree supported me It was the first time I felt this much comfort in a person other than a bed. I leaned against Belial without moving for a while.
“Can you sleep now?”
When I yawned instead of answering, a small laugh was heard. I looked up at Belial with half-closed eyes.
It felt like I was dreaming. Two arms holding me dearly as if I were a kitten. Also, a warm embrace like cotton.
Everything felt really unreal.
“You look at me instead of the moon.”
As I continued to look at him, Belial joked.
“Because it’s fascinating.”
"What?"
“The more beautiful you become, the more affectionate I become.”
The events of the past passed before my eyes. It was so hard and boring that I kind of just left, but he covered it all up.
Forgive me if it were someone else. I wouldn't have done it.
Belial also spoke to my words.
"Is it so? What a coincidence.”
Belial's eyes cooled for an instant.
“I’m also amazed by you.”
“Me?”
"Yes. It’s surprising how you, who were so enthusiastic at first, become increasingly indifferent.”
“I'm sorry I can’t deny it.”
“Didn’t you definitely say you wanted to meet me several times? So, we are meeting as many times as you want.”
My eyes closed further. Belial, who sensed that he had to go inside quickly, picked up me like before.
"I can clearly see that you are getting more and more tired of me. What the hell is the problem?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
"Me."
I pulled the blanket up to my chin.
“I am the problem. I also hate myself for getting bored easily with anything.”
"..."
“Even if you get angry or announce that a breakup, I have nothing to say.”
The sight of red hair scattered on the sheet was reminiscent of blood stains.
Belial shook his head.
“I won’t be angry. Farewell to you, I won't even declare it."
“I like it, but why?”
"I know, right. If there’s something I want, I’m the one who gets it, even if it means destroying it.”
I lifted my eyelids with difficulty. Although my vision was very blurry, I could tell that Belial was frowning.
“I don’t want to do that anymore.”
Belial only pressed his finger to his forehead.
“I have a headache.”
“When you have a headache, the best thing to do is just sleep.”
“That’s right. I should go to sleep quickly too.”
Tip.
Something grabbed the hem of Belial's clothes. Belial lowered his gaze. I was holding the hem of his dress.
“Just sleep here too.”
“Me too...”
Belial, who was speechless, soon lay down next to me.
"All right. I will sleep here too.”
I nodded repeatedly. Yes, why bother sleeping on the sofa when you have such a wide and soft bed?
I curled up like a caterpillar.
“I like that the bed here is so comfortable. Are you comfortable too?”
"Yes. It's really comfortable. To the point where I changed my mind.”
Belial's voice lowered so that only me, who was lying next to him, could hear it.
“From now on, I’m going to change my methods a little.”
“What method...?”
My voice trailed off a little.
“You said you were sick of me.”
“Yes, I did...”
“Then all I have to do is act differently than usual.”
"Is it so... Cheer up..."
Belial turned toward me.
“You’re not paying attention to what I’m saying right now.”
"Yes.."
After answering that question, my eyes closed completely. This was possible because I still perceived Belial as being worse than a piece of cake.
I didn't think today was anything special. I closed my eyes, thinking it was just another meaningless day like any other day.
I had already forgotten the warmth and comfort I felt in his arms.
***
If I had paid just a little bit of attention back then if I had remembered that warmth, it would have been something I could have remembered.
However, I dismissed that day as a normal day and thought that it was not special for me, so I forgot about it.
I now felt like I knew why Belial had changed.
He acted like that because he was afraid that I would get tired of him and he wanted to stay by my side.
If he acts like he's someone else, I'll never get tired of it.
Then, did you even announce a breakup at that time?
It seemed right. It played a decisive role in the fact that I and Belial became engaged.
People say that Rose Pale reformed Belial. But can this really be called enlightenment?
I buried my face in my palms and said nothing.
“Lady Pale.”
I learned how earnest and desperate Belial's love was. But the problem is that I still don’t know why Belial loves me. I instinctively know there is a deep reason, but I don't know it.
But that's not important now. I was happy that he loved me, but I was also sorry. Because I really couldn't give him anything.
At that time, Edgar called me again.
“Lady Pale!”
Right. I'm not alone now.
I came to my senses at the call. Edgar's face was stained orange because of the sunset. It's already time like this.
While I was drying my face and thinking about what to say, Edgar spoke first.
“How do you feel now?”
“...I'm sorry that I thought about it for too long while putting the person in front of me. I’m sorry, you were very bored, right?”
Edgar shook his head resolutely.
"There is no need to apologize, Young Lady. Because I'm used to waiting. I was the one who encouraged you to think about it first of all. So, what do you think? How are you feeling now?"
“I feel guilty. I finally remembered something important.”
“There’s no need to feel guilty. Rather, I should consider it fortunate.”
“What does that mean?”
“Young lady. When people are depressed and having a hard time, how can they afford to remember other things?”
Edgar tapped his head with his finger.
“Sometimes, you have to take your time to think of things. If you don’t remember anything in the future, don’t try to force it, but wait until it comes to you naturally.”
“I still have plenty to spare. Whenever I get the chance, I just sit still without thinking about anything and sleep a lot.”
“Well, you could certainly say that mindlessly living like that is a form of leisure.”
Edgar suggested.
“Why don’t you try something different sometimes? A walk or something.”
“Oh, I’ve been taking walks for a while now. Because of my brother.”
“Because of Young Lord Pale?”
I nodded.
"Yes. After my engagement to Belial was decided, I told my brother first. I don't know why Belial loves me because I'm so pathetic. So, my brother thought that because I was stuck in my room, he dragged me out every morning from the next day.”
“He was already taking a walk every morning, right?”
“Yes. My brother goes to the forest every morning to train. He is very diligent. While he trains, I sit and wait or walk around."
“The more I look at him, the more I think Young Lord Pale is a really good older brother.”
“Don’t say that even as a joke. It makes me feel bad.”
I neither agreed nor denied what he said, but my earlobes burned red. I, who realized that Edgar's eyes were on my ears, hurriedly returned to the main topic.
“I was skeptical at first, but as my brother said, the more I went out, the better I felt.”
I looked at my hands. Clean hands without a single drop of ink on them.
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