EIITAB - Chapter 84
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
"Hey......!"
Aslan crumpled his face and finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his voice. It was a quite fierce voice.
"Are you saying this because you know what it means?"
Hestia blinked and pondered the meaning of the words once more, then realized the meaning and blushed.
"Ah, you... It might be hard... Don't you?"
Even though he had just returned from hunting for a few days, it meant that he had some stamina left.
Damn it, sure. Aslan was so exhausted that he just wanted to collapse and sleep. If that had been the case, he would have fallen asleep without even daring to think about touching Hestia's body.
Aslan looked at Hestia, swallowing his sigh. The purple eyes were trembling as If they couldn't believe it. Aslan wanted to respond to her right away. Her physical strength and his physical strength are completely different. But if that happened, Hestia seemed like she would cry at any moment.
Aslan took another deep breath. His ribcage swelled strangely.
"Well, I guess I understood roughly, so I'll just sleep there..."
It was when Aslan was about to pass her by...
A weak force grabbed his sleeve and held him up.
"Still.... Your room will be cold. Because you brought all the firewood to my room...."
It wasn't a temptation, it was pure concern and favor. Aslan also knew that well.
"Ha..."
However, he could not prevent the faint laugh that burst from his lips. He lifted his free hand and pressed it firmly in front of his eyes.
"So what, are you telling me to just sleep here?"
Hestia nodded her head with a motion that made it almost invisible.
"The bed.... It's big."
Well, it was just as she said. The bed was large enough for five adult men to lie down comfortably.
'But still...'
Aslan almost clicked his tongue but stopped. For a moment, he thought that there was something wrong with not being able to sleep together.
'We're a couple anyway.'
And the swelling was a little tight. Why is he the only one who is conscious of her?
He felt a little disgusted with Hestia for not even thinking about it until she told him to sleep here. It occurred to him mischievously that he needed to be properly informed of what a dangerous proposition it was to sleep in her own bed, no matter how large it was. So Aslan came halfway and sat down on the edge of the bed again.
"Yeah, sure. You say this earnestly."
He pulled up the corner of his mouth and grinned, then suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He took off his shirt in an instant. The well-toned muscles that were hidden underneath began to show off their presence.
"Now! Now... What... What are you doing?"
When his bare skin was revealed, Hestia turned her head in surprise. She hurriedly averted her gaze, but that didn't stop her from seeing it.
Aslan saw her helpless, even her ears dyed bright red, and laughed.
"Why are you so shy? Have you already seen it all?"
But he received no answer from Hestia.
Because she was more busy swallowing the saliva that was building up in her mouth than producing her voice.
"Uh, uh, what should I do?"
The heat kept rising to her face, and Hestia flapped her hands to keep Aslan from seeing her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had somehow dug her own grave.
To be honest, she had never really seen Aslan's body. The only time he had a chance to see him was on the first night in the capital. Even then, he pushed her so hard that it was difficult for her to come to her senses. He hugged her without any hesitation as if the sun would not rise tomorrow, as if that night was her last day on Earth.
As she was swayed and swayed by him, Hestia thought of something else.
'I guess you still have time.'
She remembered him raising the corners of his mouth in a dangerously dizzying way. That's how he pushed Hestia. As if the night will never end. Instead of ending it with her just once, he continued to hold her in his arms.
Hestia's face became even more red as she recalled the events of that night. Even though it was obvious that she had a mess in her head, Aslan added a mischievous comment.
"For your information, I'm telling you in advance that I can't sleep with my clothes on."
That, too, was difficult for Hestia to confirm whether it was true or not.
'Even that night... When I came to my senses, I saw that he had already left.:
Since they haven't really slept together since then, she doesn't know how Aslan usually sleeps. So at that moment, she couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious.
In other words, Hestia was completely playing into Aslan's hands. Her tense shoulders rose and fell several times as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.
Hestia, who had finally regained her composure, still had a red face, but she solemnly nodded her head.
"Ah, okay. There must be people like that."
Whoa. Aslan's eyes narrowed as he looked at Hestia.
"But, it's okay, right? Even if I take off everything and sleep?"
Aslan watched Hestia's reaction as he subtly increased his tone.
Actually, she knew too. He said this was her last chance to get bitten.
Her eyes turned towards Aslan's room.
'But how can he sleep in that cold room?'
And that to someone who has just returned from hunting in the snowy mountains for four days?
The compassion within Hestia could not ignore that. Didn't it get colder tonight because he used less firewood than usual?
She had never been in his room, but she figured things might not be any different.
'Even if he starts the fire now, it will take a long time to heat the entire room.:
In any case, since she said it first, it would be right to accept it as much as possible.
"..... It's okay."
Finally, her eyes turned to him again. Hestia tightly closed her lips at Aslan's expression, which looked so peaceful, unlike her own restless self.
'Am I conscious of it alone...?'
Hestia felt embarrassed and sad because she felt like she was the only one who was doing this, so her heart was complicated. Then she felt like taking a deep breath.
'I shouldn't have gotten so upset by myself!'
Aslan wouldn't know. That her own mind would be this complicated. So she felt like everything was useless. Hestia mumbled a little weakly and opened her mouth. "
The bed...."
Maybe it was because of the fever, but her voice felt like it had calmed down a lot. Hestia stopped speaking mid-sentence, managed to collect her saliva, gulped it down, and then added in a low voice.
"Because it's spacious."
It may be an indirect expression, but it means growing up in this room.
Ha ha..
Aslan's laughter was heard touching the air once again. After finished speaking, Hestia quickly turned her head to the other side as if trying to hide what she was feeling.
"Ah, anyway, let's go to sleep. The room would be too cold."
Then she jumped up from her seat. Aslan, embarrassed by the sudden action, stood up again. Since he could easily catch up with her if he put his mind to it, his intention was to just watch with his arms crossed.
Golden eyes followed her movements. He was wondering where she was going as she walked quickly, but it turned out to be on the opposite side of where he had been so far.
"You on that side, I on this side. Okay, that's okay, right?"
Hestia was so embarrassed that she couldn't make eye contact at all. Aslan, in awe of her, folded his arms around and said nothing, but just watched her do what she did.
When he showed no reaction, Hestia was even more at a loss and opened her mouth as if to excuse her actions.
"Do not worry. I have quiet sleeping habits... I won't touch you."
"You, to me?"
Don't people usually worry about the opposite situation? Who is worried about whom?
It felt like he wanted to bite his tongue, but Aslan silenced his harsh words by simply pressing his lips together.
"Good. Let's do that."
He lifted the blanket first and then lay down. Aslan lay down as naturally as in his own room and looked up at Hestia.
"What are you doing, not lying down? Are you going to sleep standing up?"
"No...."
She held on to her short-lived breath and gathered up the courage that kept trying to disperse. She hesitated for a moment as she gently grabbed the edge of the blanket on the side where she was lying down, and then she asked in a voice that sounded like she was going to die at any moment.
"What else... You do before sleep? Reading a book... Things like that."
"No. I will sleep."
At his firm answer, Hestia nodded her head as if she could barely see it.
"Then I'll turn off the light."
Hestia put a cover over the wick of the candle that was lighting the room, turned it off and came back to her bed.
'But I feel a little better now that I've turned off all the lights.'
Thanks to the roaring fireplace, she didn't have to worry about bumping into anything.
Hestia lifted the blanket. Then, with great care, she climbed into bed, and, unlike Aslan when he lay down, she did not stir at all. Aslan had to put a lot of pressure on his lips to keep from inadvertently clicking his tongue again, as he could guess how light she was.
Anyway, Hestia lay down on her precarious edge, almost as if she would fall. With her slightly nervous mind, she looked towards Aslan and said goodnight.
"Sleep well, Aslan."
The words, "You too," did not come back. Instead, as he turned around with his back to Hestia, her long, sad eyes lingered on his wide back.
Hestia closed her eyes, clutching the edges of her blanket as if it were her own lifesaver. But that didn't mean she could fall asleep easily.
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