EIITAB - Chapter 108 < I Don't Want To Wake Up >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Whether it hurt her pride or something. For Hestia, this was the first time she had properly warned Dulcinea.
She apologized right then and there, but when she took everything into consideration, including Dulcinea's expression, tone of voice, and attitude, it was clear that she had offended her.
So Hestia thought there would be no more tea time with her.
She wasn't particularly light, but that didn't stop her from saying, 'I shouldn't have done that, I should have held on a little longer.'
Surprisingly, her self-blame and regret were not noticeable.
What was disappointing, however, was the delicious tea that Dulcinea served.
Hestia also brought several tea containers with her when she came to the North. They were all high-end products and something she enjoyed drinking daily. What Yorgos gave as a gift was also handed over from Aslan.
With that alone, Hestia was able to enjoy her luxury in the Duchy of Kalathi. But why does she remember the tea that Dulcinea gave her so much?
It was a phenomenon that was difficult for Hestia to explain clearly.
The Duchy of Kalathi is an area where merchants cannot enter, so Dulcinea most likely received it from the envoy.
It was likely that it had been handed over to her by Madame Philippa, who managed the household affairs of the inner-city.
So Hestia would probably also make a request to Lady Philippa. Alternatively, she may be able to obtain it by contacting a delegation or pilgrimage group.
'But I don't really want to meet her.'
She didn't want to hear anything about the South or the North, and most of all, she didn't want people attaching meaning to her every action.
She also had a strong desire to not cause Aslan as much trouble as possible.
So, Hestia shook off the slight attachment to the tea leaves as if she were wiping off the moisture from her hands.
"Hello."
But for some reason...
Breaking her expectations, Dulcinea came to visit her every day.
She sat across from her and brewed her tea, which she handed to Hestia.
There is no need to refuse her favor.
"I'll drink it well."
In this way, Hestia became accustomed to having a cup of tea every day.
***
"Are you sick?"
His soft question fell like a breeze and tickled Hestia.
When Hestia opened her eyes from sleep, Aslan was sitting next to her in comfortable clothes.
No, there was nothing to even call it an outfit. As always, he was topless on the bed.
"Is It night?"
"Close to dawn."
Aslan answered her question faithfully and turned a little closer to Hestia. His face darkened because he had his back to the candle. So Hestia couldn't clearly see what kind of expression Aslan was making right now.
"They say you've been sleeping these days."
"Ugh, it just so happened to be like that."
As soon as she finished speaking, an arm stretched out from Aslan.
The moment the shadow of his hand covered her face, Hestia gently closed her eyelids again.
"I don't think you have a fever? No, is it a mild fever?"
It was an uncertain tone.
That was inevitable because Aslan's palm was much hotter than Hestia's forehead.
Hestia wondered if she was still dreaming.
She thought that this kindly worried voice and these actions were not something Aslan would give her.
'If it's a dream, I don't want to wake up.'
So Hestia mumbled with her eyes still closed.
"Are your hands hotter?"
Then, wondering what was so funny, he let out an airy laugh.
Although she woke up, she still felt dazed. For several days, her body felt very heavy. The headaches got worse when she sat or stood, so she had to lie down in bed more often.
The only good thing was that in the morning, if she drank the tea that Dulcinea made, at least she didn't get a headache.
So, before she knew it, she found herself waiting for Dulcinea.
Anyway, since she was cut off from the world, Hestia often fell into a deep sleep.
She kept having dreams and hearing things, but the moment she came to her senses, it all became blurred like a fog and she couldn't remember anything.
"Are you really sick?"
Aslan's voice imbued with his seriousness, brought her back to reality.
Despite his question, he asked again without waiting for an answer.
"They said the Saintess doesn't hurt."
Hestia chuckled quietly, closed her eyes, and nodded as if accepting.
"It doesn't hurt."
As she answered softly in her slightly subdued voice, she heard Aslan click his tongue.
"Anyway, whenever you open your mouth, you're lying."
But contrary to his words, the hand touching her forehead was gentle.
"Meet Dr. Vito tomorrow."
Hestia whined.
In the wind, her stringy hair was disheveled on the pillow.
"It's okay. I know my body best."
Hestia insisted.
"Really, don't call him. He's a busy person. And you know it. Even if I'm really sick, a priest or a doctor can't cure me."
Even if she saw a doctor, there would be no way to fix it.
'It's just about time.'
Just like in her last life, she begins to lose her strength. Of course, there were no symptoms that could be called omens, but that was the only thing that was pointed out as the cause of her extreme physical weakness.
Aslan's hand moved away from her. As his pleasant pressure and warmth disappeared, Hestia immediately felt empty.
She knew she shouldn't, but was it because her body was heavy and her mind was hazy?
Hestia, who had been clapping her fingers, mustered up her courage and intertwined her fingers with Aslan's.
"Why."
Even without that, his low voice took on a tinge and became even lower. But Hestia was not afraid and she held his fingers even harder.
Her hand, which had wrapped around his index finger as if clinging to him, became bolder, and she went between his fingers, pressing them tightly together without a gap.
"I like how hot your hands are."
"..."
"Please stay like this for a moment longer."
Hestia clung to his hand as if she would never let go, and she soon even rubbed her face as if she was acting foolish.
Then she noticed his fingers twitching slightly. Hestia laughed silently because the movement that touched her cheek was so tickling.
Aslan took a deep breath and stiffened.
"Hestia"
A strangled sound came from Aslan. He asked, taking another heavy breath.
"Are you planning to turn me into an animal?"
Is it because she decided to live honestly for the rest of her time?
Hestia nodded her head.
"That would be nice too."
"..."
"I'm actually glad you want me."
Hestia began to feel sleepy again at the sound of his voice.
Even if she sleeps like that and sleeps again, she still feels sleepy.
Even though Hestia thought that she had really become lazy, she could not shake off that feeling.
"Keep me warm."
She pressed a little closer to him as if chasing his warmth.
"Damn, what on earth were you dreaming about?"
Aslan's curse-filled self-talk reached Hestia's ears and then dispersed.
He straightened Hestia's body, which was lying on its side facing him, and took her hand out of his grasp and held it.
Although her eyes were still closed, Hestia noticed that his shadow was cast over her.
Aslan's face must be getting closer.
Thinking of that, Hestia's breathing suddenly became shallower.
She reached out his other hand and cupped Hestia's cheek. Hestia opened her lips as if she had been waiting, and Aslan entered.
Their wet breaths exchanged with each other, and Hestia was able to embrace the heat she had longed for.
A feeling of fulfillment began to well up from deep within her heart.
Hestia closed her eyes, feeling his strength entangling her as if he wanted to hold her.
Hestia wasn't worried about anything.
Because Aslan's warmth surrounded her.
***
She fell asleep again.
It was almost noon when Hestia came to her senses.
Rather than waking up on her own, it was more like she was worried about Angela and shook her awake.
"Princess, are you okay?"
"Yes."
Purple eyes appeared between the eyelids, making a sound like sleep talking.
Hestia looked to her side.
Seeing that the sheets were disheveled, it seemed like everything that happened last night wasn't a dream.
Despite feeling a deep regret, Hestia closed her eyes and smiled.
She wished Angela didn't worry about her, but it probably wouldn't be easy for her.
Now she's going to get sick more often and eventually she won't be able to walk properly.
Still, Hestia didn't know if it was her mood, but it was much better than early morning.
"I'm fine except a little drowsy."
Hestia lifted her body up with Angela's help.
"What about Miss Penlot?"
"it seemed like the Princess couldn't get up easily today, so I just got in the tea and left it behind. Did you leave a message telling me to drink it?"
"Huh. Can you give me some tea?"
Angela quickly held out a teacup, and Hestia happily drank the slightly lukewarm tea water while sitting on the bed.
Her maid had an apologetic look on her face for waking her up from her sound sleep.
"I was worried because you skipped dinner and slept all the time yesterday."
"It's really okay. Maybe it's because this room is so warm, but I keep falling asleep."
As she sipped the tea, her mind became clear again.
Angela, standing next to her, answered her words in a light tone of affirmation.
"As for doing it. The lower the temperature outside, the warmer it is inside, the more sleepy I feel than usual."
"Yes?"
As she responded appropriately and concentrated on drinking her tea, Angela noticed and quietly spoke to her.
"And the Princess, the High Priest have sent word that they would like to see you today."
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