Dietrich jumped out of the third-floor window with Seliya on his back.
He jumped from three stories high and landed lightly on the grassy floor. He took Seliya to a stable located on the outskirts of the imperial palace, avoiding people's eyes.
“Purring-”
The horses in the stables let out harsh snorts when they saw the unfamiliar Seliya. After dropping Seliya off, Dietrich approached his angry horses.
When Dietrich stroked their manes, the horses became as calm as a lie. Seliya was amazed at how well the horses followed Dietrich.
“They say there are no bad people unless they are loved by animals.”
Dietrich shook his head and responded to Seliya's words.
“That’s probably because bad people kill animals.”
Those were truly pessimistic words.
Dietrich took Seliya into a room next to thr stable.
The only thing in the small living quarters was a straw bed and a nightstand. It looked like it hadn't been used for a long time since it was full of dust.
Dietrich roughly swept away the dust and sat Seliya down on the straw bed. He was wearing a navy blue tunic, but he wore it instead of armor to avoid making clanking noises.
“If the Crown Prince finds out that you are gone, he will immediately search my mansion. But he won’t think I sent you to the stable.”
“...”
“Is the bite area okay?”
Dietrich's voice carried in the night air. It was an unusually friendly voice. However, Seliya was not fooled by the kindness.
"Well."
Seliya answered, tightening her arms around the hem of her robe. Dietrich, who had been looking at Seliya in silence, knelt down on his left knee and tore off the sleeve of the navy blue tunic he was wearing.
“It’s annoying.”
"What?"
"All."
What is it that bothers you? Are you saying I find it annoying? Or is it that you are annoyed by this situation that is not going your way?
'Who cares? If I can destroy this damn empire with my life alone, that's enough.'
After finishing her thoughts, Seliya placed her hands neatly on her knees, and Dietrich placed his hand on the top of her robe.
His large, callused hands, which had been holding his sword for a long time, unbuttoned her robe one by one.
The moonlight that came through the palm-sized lattice window illuminated the two people quietly.
Seliya was sitting on the straw bed, and Dietrich was on one knee on the floor, unbuttoning Seliya's robe.
Seliya looked closely at Dietrich's face.
The eyelids beneath the neat eyebrows were very long. The red eyes within the long eyelids were looking solely at her.
The lust seen in other men was not visible to this man.
He was looking at her with calm, water-like eyes, and then he unbuttoned the last button of her robe.
Snap.
Her collarbone was clearly exposed and the cold air touched her skin. Dietrich, with a face devoid of any emotion, rubbed the stigma-like teeth marks on Seliya's collarbone with his hand.
The hand he touched was so hot that it wouldn't be surprising if it burned right away. As Seliya flinched, Dietrich withdrew his hand and muttered softly.
“It will be over soon.”
Dietrich rolled up the torn piece of clothing and applied it several times to her wound. The feeling of teeth being crushed was unfamiliar.
As Seliya furrowed her eyebrows in pain, Dietrich put down the hem of the clothes he was holding on the floor. After rubbing it a few times, the red teeth marks were much lighter than when he first saw them.
“It’s better now.”
He muttered softly and fastened Seliya's collar tightly again. Seliya had always been exploited, so she was not used to having someone protect her.
“The dress will be uncomfortable, but just be patient. I will bring you new clothes that are comfortable to wear as soon as I have time.”
When Seliya didn't say anything, Dietrich seemed to think about something for a moment and then opened his mouth.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, at least I give you the tunic I’m wearing.”
She said as Seliya stared at Dietrich who was trying to take off his tunic.
“You don’t have to go that far.”
“...”
“I know very well that the reason you are so kind to me is because you need my special ability. So you don’t have to try to act friendly.”
Dietrich, who saw the eyes that were looking at him but seemed to be empty somewhere, kept his mouth shut. He rummaged inside his tunic and put what he took out into Seliya's hand.
When Seliya gave him a look asking what this was, Dietrich gestured with his chin as if to ask her to open her hand. Seliya was surprised to see the object in her outstretched hand.
What he gave was none other than a dagger. A dagger the size of the palm of her hand with a pitch-black scabbard.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
Dietrich lowered his eyes in response to Seliya's question. A dark shadow fell over his deep eyes.
“Because if you use this ability, your body will be ruined.”
Seliya didn't say anything. When she collapsed and vomited blood, he realized that the more she used her powers, the more her body broke down.
In this situation, what difference would it make if she said no?
Dietrich shook his head and responded to Seliya's words.
“That’s probably because bad people kill animals.”
Those were truly pessimistic words.
Dietrich took Seliya into a room next to thr stable.
The only thing in the small living quarters was a straw bed and a nightstand. It looked like it hadn't been used for a long time since it was full of dust.
Dietrich roughly swept away the dust and sat Seliya down on the straw bed. He was wearing a navy blue tunic, but he wore it instead of armor to avoid making clanking noises.
“If the Crown Prince finds out that you are gone, he will immediately search my mansion. But he won’t think I sent you to the stable.”
“...”
“Is the bite area okay?”
Dietrich's voice carried in the night air. It was an unusually friendly voice. However, Seliya was not fooled by the kindness.
"Well."
Seliya answered, tightening her arms around the hem of her robe. Dietrich, who had been looking at Seliya in silence, knelt down on his left knee and tore off the sleeve of the navy blue tunic he was wearing.
“It’s annoying.”
"What?"
"All."
What is it that bothers you? Are you saying I find it annoying? Or is it that you are annoyed by this situation that is not going your way?
'Who cares? If I can destroy this damn empire with my life alone, that's enough.'
After finishing her thoughts, Seliya placed her hands neatly on her knees, and Dietrich placed his hand on the top of her robe.
His large, callused hands, which had been holding his sword for a long time, unbuttoned her robe one by one.
The moonlight that came through the palm-sized lattice window illuminated the two people quietly.
Seliya was sitting on the straw bed, and Dietrich was on one knee on the floor, unbuttoning Seliya's robe.
Seliya looked closely at Dietrich's face.
The eyelids beneath the neat eyebrows were very long. The red eyes within the long eyelids were looking solely at her.
The lust seen in other men was not visible to this man.
He was looking at her with calm, water-like eyes, and then he unbuttoned the last button of her robe.
Snap.
Her collarbone was clearly exposed and the cold air touched her skin. Dietrich, with a face devoid of any emotion, rubbed the stigma-like teeth marks on Seliya's collarbone with his hand.
The hand he touched was so hot that it wouldn't be surprising if it burned right away. As Seliya flinched, Dietrich withdrew his hand and muttered softly.
“It will be over soon.”
Dietrich rolled up the torn piece of clothing and applied it several times to her wound. The feeling of teeth being crushed was unfamiliar.
As Seliya furrowed her eyebrows in pain, Dietrich put down the hem of the clothes he was holding on the floor. After rubbing it a few times, the red teeth marks were much lighter than when he first saw them.
“It’s better now.”
He muttered softly and fastened Seliya's collar tightly again. Seliya had always been exploited, so she was not used to having someone protect her.
“The dress will be uncomfortable, but just be patient. I will bring you new clothes that are comfortable to wear as soon as I have time.”
When Seliya didn't say anything, Dietrich seemed to think about something for a moment and then opened his mouth.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, at least I give you the tunic I’m wearing.”
She said as Seliya stared at Dietrich who was trying to take off his tunic.
“You don’t have to go that far.”
“...”
“I know very well that the reason you are so kind to me is because you need my special ability. So you don’t have to try to act friendly.”
Dietrich, who saw the eyes that were looking at him but seemed to be empty somewhere, kept his mouth shut. He rummaged inside his tunic and put what he took out into Seliya's hand.
When Seliya gave him a look asking what this was, Dietrich gestured with his chin as if to ask her to open her hand. Seliya was surprised to see the object in her outstretched hand.
What he gave was none other than a dagger. A dagger the size of the palm of her hand with a pitch-black scabbard.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
Dietrich lowered his eyes in response to Seliya's question. A dark shadow fell over his deep eyes.
“Because if you use this ability, your body will be ruined.”
Seliya didn't say anything. When she collapsed and vomited blood, he realized that the more she used her powers, the more her body broke down.
In this situation, what difference would it make if she said no?
Dietrich added to Seliya, who was reluctant to speak.
“When danger comes, don’t hesitate and use this dagger. I chose one in particular because it had a nice dagger.”
Seliya took out the sheath of the sword and tried it. Indeed, as he said, a dagger with a sharp and well-forged end appeared.
“Why are you giving me this if I kill the Crown Prince just like I killed the Emperor?”
“Even if you don’t have to do anything, the Crown Prince will be dethroned.”
"...”
“Because I will make it that way.”
Dietrich's words were very, very strange. Seliya looked at him with an incomprehensible expression.
“You must use your abilities only for me. Until then, you hold the dagger.”
“Are you sure you won’t regret handing over the dagger to me?”
“If I was going to regret it, I wouldn’t have saved you.”
After saying those words, Dietrich stood up. As he, with his strong muscles, stood up, the already narrow room seemed even narrower.
As if he suddenly remembered something, he leaned towards Seliya. Dietrich rested his hands on the straw bed and stared at Seliya.
Seliya thought Dietrich's face was too close.
Dietrich, who had been looking at her for some time, came out of his mouth, his voice dripping with boredom.
“Do you know how to handle a dagger?”
“It’s all that I learned from my father in the past.”
“He is a great teacher and father. If I look at the fact that you took the Emperor’s life all at once, your basic skills are not bad.”
Dietrich's gaze fell on the dagger in Seliya's hand.
“I will teach you some techniques. Follow me."
Dietrich offered her one of his hands. Seliya took his outstretched hand with the other hand that was not holding the dagger.
The hand intertwined between her knuckles was very warm, unlike the hand of a man who had held a sword for a long time.
When she came out, thr horses were quiet, as if they had fallen asleep. Dietrich took Seliya to the other side of the stable so as not to wake the horses.
It was a space behind a rough, sharp stone wall. Seliya rubbed her hand against the hard, scratchy stone wall.
Dietrich stamped the dusty floor with his boots a few times and then let go of Seliya's hand.
He, who was not holding any weapons, stood across from Seliya and gestured with his chin.
“Try using the dagger on me.”
Seliya couldn't understand why Dietrich was doing this. However, there was no reason for her to turn down a sword master, Dietrich, who offered to teach her the techniques himself.
“Attack with the intent to kill. Thought I was your enemy.”
“And what if you die?”
Dietrich laughed lightly at Seliya’s words.
“I highly value confidence.”
“....”
“I will not use my right hand and will defend with my left hand only.”
Even though he is a sword master, isn't he looking down on people too much?
“When danger comes, don’t hesitate and use this dagger. I chose one in particular because it had a nice dagger.”
Seliya took out the sheath of the sword and tried it. Indeed, as he said, a dagger with a sharp and well-forged end appeared.
“Why are you giving me this if I kill the Crown Prince just like I killed the Emperor?”
“Even if you don’t have to do anything, the Crown Prince will be dethroned.”
"...”
“Because I will make it that way.”
Dietrich's words were very, very strange. Seliya looked at him with an incomprehensible expression.
“You must use your abilities only for me. Until then, you hold the dagger.”
“Are you sure you won’t regret handing over the dagger to me?”
“If I was going to regret it, I wouldn’t have saved you.”
After saying those words, Dietrich stood up. As he, with his strong muscles, stood up, the already narrow room seemed even narrower.
As if he suddenly remembered something, he leaned towards Seliya. Dietrich rested his hands on the straw bed and stared at Seliya.
Seliya thought Dietrich's face was too close.
Dietrich, who had been looking at her for some time, came out of his mouth, his voice dripping with boredom.
“Do you know how to handle a dagger?”
“It’s all that I learned from my father in the past.”
“He is a great teacher and father. If I look at the fact that you took the Emperor’s life all at once, your basic skills are not bad.”
Dietrich's gaze fell on the dagger in Seliya's hand.
“I will teach you some techniques. Follow me."
Dietrich offered her one of his hands. Seliya took his outstretched hand with the other hand that was not holding the dagger.
The hand intertwined between her knuckles was very warm, unlike the hand of a man who had held a sword for a long time.
When she came out, thr horses were quiet, as if they had fallen asleep. Dietrich took Seliya to the other side of the stable so as not to wake the horses.
It was a space behind a rough, sharp stone wall. Seliya rubbed her hand against the hard, scratchy stone wall.
Dietrich stamped the dusty floor with his boots a few times and then let go of Seliya's hand.
He, who was not holding any weapons, stood across from Seliya and gestured with his chin.
“Try using the dagger on me.”
Seliya couldn't understand why Dietrich was doing this. However, there was no reason for her to turn down a sword master, Dietrich, who offered to teach her the techniques himself.
“Attack with the intent to kill. Thought I was your enemy.”
“And what if you die?”
Dietrich laughed lightly at Seliya’s words.
“I highly value confidence.”
“....”
“I will not use my right hand and will defend with my left hand only.”
Even though he is a sword master, isn't he looking down on people too much?
Seliya's pride was a bit hurt.
Seliya lunged, holding her dagger and aiming for Dietrich's neck.
Because human skin is thicker than expected, her father taught her that if she wanted to harm someone with a dagger, it would be better to aim for the relatively weak neck.
Dietrich stood still until Seliya came within range.
Seliya wondered, moving her hand and holding her dagger. Seliya's dagger finally reached Dietrich's defenseless neck.
The moment she saw the blood forming on his neck, Seliya's eyes shook violently.
Dietrich's eyes met hers in the air. Dietrich did not waver even though the sword was at the back of his neck.
Unlike Seliya's eyes, which were shaking like a rough storm, his eyes were extremely calm.
To the extent that anyone would think that the person holding the sword at the back of his neck was not Dietrich, but her...
Seliya wondered if she could plunge her dagger into Dietrich's throat like this. Seliya's hand holding her dagger trembled slightly.
Instead of pushing her dagger deeper into Dietrich's throat, she withdrew her dagger.
The dagger in her hand fell to the floor with a sound. This is because Dietrich struck Seliya's wrist with his left hand.
“There was hesitation.”
“..."
“Didn’t I tell you earlier? Come at me with the intent to kill.”
Dietrich bent down and placed the dagger that had fallen on the floor back into Seliya's hand.
Seliya looked with sinking eyes at the drops of blood on Dietrich's neck.
She suddenly seemed to understand Dietrich's intention to teach her his skills.
He placed the dagger in her hand, and he tested it.
Is Seliya really capable of harming him or not?
Putting his own neck on the line.
It seemed as if all of Seliya's strength had been drained from her body. The dagger in her hand fell from Seliya's grasp and tumbled across the floor.
Seliya glared at Dietrich as if she were going to kill him.
“You are truly out of your mind.”
Seliya lunged, holding her dagger and aiming for Dietrich's neck.
Because human skin is thicker than expected, her father taught her that if she wanted to harm someone with a dagger, it would be better to aim for the relatively weak neck.
Dietrich stood still until Seliya came within range.
Seliya wondered, moving her hand and holding her dagger. Seliya's dagger finally reached Dietrich's defenseless neck.
The moment she saw the blood forming on his neck, Seliya's eyes shook violently.
Dietrich's eyes met hers in the air. Dietrich did not waver even though the sword was at the back of his neck.
Unlike Seliya's eyes, which were shaking like a rough storm, his eyes were extremely calm.
To the extent that anyone would think that the person holding the sword at the back of his neck was not Dietrich, but her...
Seliya wondered if she could plunge her dagger into Dietrich's throat like this. Seliya's hand holding her dagger trembled slightly.
Instead of pushing her dagger deeper into Dietrich's throat, she withdrew her dagger.
The dagger in her hand fell to the floor with a sound. This is because Dietrich struck Seliya's wrist with his left hand.
“There was hesitation.”
“..."
“Didn’t I tell you earlier? Come at me with the intent to kill.”
Dietrich bent down and placed the dagger that had fallen on the floor back into Seliya's hand.
Seliya looked with sinking eyes at the drops of blood on Dietrich's neck.
She suddenly seemed to understand Dietrich's intention to teach her his skills.
He placed the dagger in her hand, and he tested it.
Is Seliya really capable of harming him or not?
Putting his own neck on the line.
It seemed as if all of Seliya's strength had been drained from her body. The dagger in her hand fell from Seliya's grasp and tumbled across the floor.
Seliya glared at Dietrich as if she were going to kill him.
“You are truly out of your mind.”
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