EIITAB - Chapter 88 < Breakfast Together >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
'Ha! Unlike you, I can come in whenever I want.'
Feeling a childish sense of superiority, Dulcinea pulled her red lips up as high as she could. But the smile lasted only for a moment. The moment she closed the door, a chill that chilled her bones enveloped her body and made her shoulders slump.
"Ugh, it's cold. Why is it so cold?"
Dulcinea's thin eyebrows arched and frowned. She turned towards the back of the room, complaining to herself repeatedly. The short new expression has been neatly trimmed.
'I must meet Aslan with the prettiest smile.'
As she thought about it, her eyes even curled into crescent moons, but his bed was empty.
"Uh? Where is Aslan?"
The smile disappeared from Dulcinea's face. She placed the tray down on a nearby table. Then she went near the bed again. There wasn't a single fray in the blanket covering the wide bed.
Dulcinea furrowed her brow and tilted her head.
"Isn't that strange? I heard that the uncle definitely came back with Aslan last night... ?"
But no matter where she looked, she couldn't find any traces of people staying there.
"Ah! Maybe he slept in the office!"
Even if the room was separated by a wall, Aslan probably didn't want to be so close to Hestia, so she thought Aslan might have gone to sleep somewhere else.
"I should go there sometime."
Rather than sitting quietly here and waiting for Aslan to return, Dulcinea chose to move on her own. She picked up the tray she had put down. All she could think was that she had to get moving before the food got cold.
That was when Dulcinea took a step toward the door she had entered through. Suddenly, she heard a small sound of the door opening behind her. Dulcinea's face, who already knew that there was another door in this room other than the entrance, instantly hardened.
Only one person could enter through that small door. Hestia, using the Duchess's room.
Dulcinea felt a strong sense of discomfort. It was a feeling she was intoxicated with, even though no one in the family had given her permission to do so.
'How dare you come in here?'
Dulcinea tightened her eyes and tried to say something to Hestia.
You must not enter here without permission.'
The moment she looked back with her face frozen like that, her eyes were shaking violently like a ferry boat hit by a storm.
"Ah, Aslan...?"
Before her eyes appeared the figure of Aslan, with his top off. His well-muscled body resembles a statue.
Dulcinea's face heated up in an instant. That alone was an embarrassing enough situation, but when she realized another fact, her mind soon turned blank.
Aslan walked out from the door that connected to Hestia's room, not from the side where his bed or bathroom was. Even as he toweled off his young hair.
"Why are you here?"
She had not expected that Aslan would also have Dulcinea in his room, so she raised an eyebrow and asked a question.
"..."
However, no answer other than heavy breathing came out of her mouth. Dulcinea bit down on the tender flesh in her mouth until it hurt.
At this time, in this scene. And this outfit meant only one thing. The blood drained from her flushed face in an instant.
Dulcinea opened her lips, looking at Aslan with her eyes filled with resentment.
"What?"
Her voice was shaking like that of a baby goat because of the emotions she couldn't control. As anyone can see, Aslan has finished showering in Hestia's room. Those words were the same as saying that he slept in Hestia's room last night.
"What do you mean? What on earth?"
As Aslan asked in a casual voice, Dulcinea's face became even more wrinkled,
"Aslan... Why on earth are you coming out of that room?"
Her voice was watery as if she was about to burst into tears. Aslan's dark eyebrows slightly rose.
"Why aren't you answering?! Why are you coming out of there?"
"Shh."
Aslan stopped drying his hair for a moment, lifted his index finger, and gently pressed it to his lips. He ordered in an eerily low voice to Dulcinea, who was busy fuming in anger alone.
"Lower your voice."
Why does such an insignificant action make people so breathless?
Dulcinea, who looked like she was about to scream at any moment, lost her momentum at once. She pursed her lips with an expression of dissatisfaction. Her heart sank when she saw Aslan's dark eyebrows frowning and not showing any signs of straightening.
Meanwhile, Aslan made Dulcinea silence and then turned his body towards the Duchess's room. A bed was visible beyond the connecting door. At that moment, he was turning over his body.
Hestia didn't wake up.
Feeling a similar feeling to his relief, he took a deep breath and hurriedly pulled the door open. I didn't like the sight of Hestia disappearing through the gradually closing doors. His eyes were full of regret as he watched Hestia wandering through her dreamland until the last moment she disappeared from sight.
Creak.
Finally, the connecting door closed with a small sound.
"Aslan?"
It was only after he heard her Dulcinea's voice calling to him, and then he sighed, that he finally gazed at her.
He gritted his teeth, and a not-hidden displeasure oozed out from his face.
"What the hell? Why are you coming here this morning and yelling at me?"
"That... Aslan...!"
"Yes. What am I?"
He coldly opened his mouth again with a stiff expression on his face.
"I don't know what's wrong with me leaving my wife's room. Dulcinea, why did you come to my room at such a time?"
"Well, I..."
Dulcinea gulped her dry saliva and glanced at Aslan out of the corner of her eye. She kept losing her gaze to the sight of Aslan, who still had his top off.
'Oh, how good... '
She felt like her face was getting hot again.
"Tsk."
He seemed to be bothered by Dulcinea's leering glances, so he picked up his robe and slipped it over his arms, hiding his bare skin.
It wasn't a very pleasant feeling to show his bare body to another woman other than Hestia or his fellow knights, so he didn't even get a bath that day. He also usually wore his clothes alone.
Dulcinea's regretful gaze was glued to him, but she was forced to drop it due to his wariness. Aslan adjusted the straps of his robe and pointed to the tray Dulcinea was holding with his chin.
"What is that again?"
Dulcinea answered softly in a half-hoarse voice.
"What... It's breakfast."
"So what I'm saying is why are you bringing that?"
"Uh? That is..."
Dulcinea, who had not expected him to ask such a sharp question, was confused. Aslan still expressed his displeasure and did not hide his irritation.
"Who ordered you to do this?"
Aslan's eyes glowed dimly. Dulcinea quickly noticed that his aura was different from usual and became frightened. Because she was so embarrassed, she ended up stuttering.
"Oh, no. No one told me to."
Dulcinea shook her head vigorously and denied it. Aslan continued to ask questions without stopping, with an expression that showed no intention of letting go.
"But why are you bringing something like this? I've never experienced anything like this in my life."
The corner of Dulcinea's mouth lowered at the indifferent tone of voice. The strong wind began to find its place in the cheeks. How can Aslan not know her inner thoughts like this?
Normally, she would have responded cutely and playfully, but she couldn't do that today. It was quite a shock for her to see Aslan come out of Hestia's room.
Dulcinea chewed her lower lip and mumbled an answer in a resentful voice.
"I just..."
With her gaze downcast as if she were a guilty child, she opened her mouth. Her timid appearance seemed a bit like a blue monk.
"I wanted to have breakfast together. That's it."
Usually, at this level, everyone in Kalathi Castle looked after Dulcinea. Because everyone was soft on her. Of course, Aslan was included in all of them until now.
But today's Aslan was different. Dulcinea felt like he was a strange man she had never seen before. However, Aslan looked even more incomprehensible at Dulcinea's answer.
"You wanted to have breakfast with me? If that were the case, you should have waited in the dining room."
"No. It's not like that..."
Aslan crossed his arms and took a deep breath. It was a face that said something was quite displeasing.
"Aslan, I, I..."
As the expression of disapproval did not go away, Dulcinea, finally overwhelmed by the atmosphere, began to whimper.
"Ugh...."
She was bitter and resentful of Aslan, who did not know her feelings and pushed her hard.
"Whoa... "
Aslan sighed heavily as her tears never stopped. He clicked his tongue in his mouth and stepped closer to Dulcinea.
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