Sylvia was truly agitated for the first time in a long time. She wondered if her conscience, which had already almost disappeared, hurt when she heard that he was worried about her as she was about to die. Or maybe it's because the man who knows how to make such a cold face has a face that looks as if it could break at any moment in front of her. She didn't know the exact reason, but her normally calm mind was greatly shaken.
However, her instinct seemed to sense some danger and covered up her agitation with the thought, 'It must be an illusion.' There is no eternal heart for humans. This man will eventually change after experiencing several betrayals and despair. Just like everyone else.
'...'
Sylvia, who unconsciously imagined Randall with an emotionless face like hers, tried to cut off the thought. Eventually, she returned to her usual state and became serious at the sight before her.
'...Why are you doing something so cute?'
Randall was leaning his face into Sylvia's hand with his eyes downcast. It felt like a big dog being pampered. A dog that acts like it's about to burst into tears because its owner is sick.
'Just by looking at his face, you'd think he was hurt.'
Sylvia looked at Randall's reddish eyes and sighed slightly. She tapped Randall's cheek with her fingertips and opened her arms.
"Come on."
“...?”
“I’m not asking for a deal, it’s just that it’s a little cold. Can you lend me your body temperature?”
In fact, due to Randall's instructions, the room was warm enough to be a bit hot for the North. But Sylvia said so in a shameless manner. This was because every time she saw Randall with a face that looked like he was about to cry, she felt distraught.
'...'
Sylvia, who unconsciously imagined Randall with an emotionless face like hers, tried to cut off the thought. Eventually, she returned to her usual state and became serious at the sight before her.
'...Why are you doing something so cute?'
Randall was leaning his face into Sylvia's hand with his eyes downcast. It felt like a big dog being pampered. A dog that acts like it's about to burst into tears because its owner is sick.
'Just by looking at his face, you'd think he was hurt.'
Sylvia looked at Randall's reddish eyes and sighed slightly. She tapped Randall's cheek with her fingertips and opened her arms.
"Come on."
“...?”
“I’m not asking for a deal, it’s just that it’s a little cold. Can you lend me your body temperature?”
In fact, due to Randall's instructions, the room was warm enough to be a bit hot for the North. But Sylvia said so in a shameless manner. This was because every time she saw Randall with a face that looked like he was about to cry, she felt distraught.
Randall looked at Sylvia blankly for a moment and then let out a hollow laugh. However, she did not refuse and went up to the bed and hugged Sylvia face to face. To put it a little more precisely, this time it looked like Randall was being hugged.
Sylvia patted Randall's back, who had his face buried in her shoulder, and made a joke on purpose.
“The situation is opposite from last time.”
“...Yes."
“You don’t tie yourself up with a blanket like everyone else does, and you're very gentle.”
“Sylvia.”
When Sylvia emphasized the word 'tie' even in this situation, Randall called her out as if scolding her, but then laughed. He could feel Sylvia trying to appease him by telling mischievous jokes. In fact, she was the one who was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, and Randall was at fault for not being able to prevent the situation. Her quiet consideration broke his heart, and he blamed himself for not being able to hide his feelings.
“...Sylvia.”
Randall moved his lips to say the words that Sylvia had been thinking about the entire time she was unconscious. Even though he had already organized his thoughts, when he tried to speak, it was difficult to get the words out as if his throat was clogged. The warmth in her arms was evident, which made him feel even more repulsed. He didn't want to lose this warmth, her laughter. But it was something he couldn't just keep inside of him when Sylvia got seriously hurt. In the end, Randall found it difficult to silence her.
“Immediately after dealing with all the monsters, I also sent a letter to Count and Countess Florette. About your injuries.”
Sylvia stopped patting Randl's back at those words.
'...I think they'll try to come running right away.'
Common sense suggests that Randall's actions were right, but the problem was her parents. The Count and Countess Florette were particularly sensitive to the affairs of their only daughter, Sylvia. They couldn't hide their tears even if she occasionally cut the tip of her finger, and now that they heard that she had suffered such a serious injury, they would have tried to run straight to the north.
Sylvia patted Randall's back, who had his face buried in her shoulder, and made a joke on purpose.
“The situation is opposite from last time.”
“...Yes."
“You don’t tie yourself up with a blanket like everyone else does, and you're very gentle.”
“Sylvia.”
When Sylvia emphasized the word 'tie' even in this situation, Randall called her out as if scolding her, but then laughed. He could feel Sylvia trying to appease him by telling mischievous jokes. In fact, she was the one who was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, and Randall was at fault for not being able to prevent the situation. Her quiet consideration broke his heart, and he blamed himself for not being able to hide his feelings.
“...Sylvia.”
Randall moved his lips to say the words that Sylvia had been thinking about the entire time she was unconscious. Even though he had already organized his thoughts, when he tried to speak, it was difficult to get the words out as if his throat was clogged. The warmth in her arms was evident, which made him feel even more repulsed. He didn't want to lose this warmth, her laughter. But it was something he couldn't just keep inside of him when Sylvia got seriously hurt. In the end, Randall found it difficult to silence her.
“Immediately after dealing with all the monsters, I also sent a letter to Count and Countess Florette. About your injuries.”
Sylvia stopped patting Randl's back at those words.
'...I think they'll try to come running right away.'
Common sense suggests that Randall's actions were right, but the problem was her parents. The Count and Countess Florette were particularly sensitive to the affairs of their only daughter, Sylvia. They couldn't hide their tears even if she occasionally cut the tip of her finger, and now that they heard that she had suffered such a serious injury, they would have tried to run straight to the north.
"Sylvia!"
"Baby!"
“...”
Sylvia was tired just thinking about it. While Sylvia secretly looked troubled, Randall continued speaking.
“However, the installation of the barrier stone that Auston improved has not yet been completed, and the stability of the improved barrier has not been confirmed, so I stopped them from saying they would come to the north right away. Because it’s dangerous.”
"Good job. Really.”
"But... It would be possible to transport you to the Florette territory.”
“...Yes?"
Sylvia couldn't believe her ears for a moment. She tried to pull away to look at Randall's face, but Randall had his arms wrapped around her waist and wouldn't lift his face.
“Randall. Look at me.”
Sylvia tried to get up, but the two people had drastically different strengths from the start. He muttered softly, burying his face in Sylvia's shoulder.
“It may sound like Auston is dying, but the Florette estate is right next to the capital, so it’s not impossible due to distance. If I were to use the movement magic circle to move you onto the bed in the Florette mansion, it wouldn't put any strain on your body...”
“Wait, wait a minute. What are you talking about?”
Sylvia was embarrassed and interrupted Randall’s words. Then Randall sighed softly. She was shocked when she felt his breath hitch through her thin nightgown.
“As you may have felt from this incident, the North is a dangerous place. To be honest, it’s not a good place for people to live.”
“...”
“So you... If you wish, you can stay in the capital or Florette territory from now on. If you wish, I will immediately tell Auston to prepare a movement spell.”
There was no answer from Sylvia. Randall struggled to compose his mind as the silence continued.
'This is right.'
This incident was ultimately his own mistake.
"That jewel... It was attached to the hem of my dress. I got tangled up in the lace."
Rubia Glever claimed she saw the jewels rolling on the floor as she tore off Sylvia's dress to stop the bleeding. When he checked the dress, there was definitely a trace of something tangled in the lace at the hem. Rubia words were sure to be used against her, but she told the truth as she saw it with her pale face.
"Baby!"
“...”
Sylvia was tired just thinking about it. While Sylvia secretly looked troubled, Randall continued speaking.
“However, the installation of the barrier stone that Auston improved has not yet been completed, and the stability of the improved barrier has not been confirmed, so I stopped them from saying they would come to the north right away. Because it’s dangerous.”
"Good job. Really.”
"But... It would be possible to transport you to the Florette territory.”
“...Yes?"
Sylvia couldn't believe her ears for a moment. She tried to pull away to look at Randall's face, but Randall had his arms wrapped around her waist and wouldn't lift his face.
“Randall. Look at me.”
Sylvia tried to get up, but the two people had drastically different strengths from the start. He muttered softly, burying his face in Sylvia's shoulder.
“It may sound like Auston is dying, but the Florette estate is right next to the capital, so it’s not impossible due to distance. If I were to use the movement magic circle to move you onto the bed in the Florette mansion, it wouldn't put any strain on your body...”
“Wait, wait a minute. What are you talking about?”
Sylvia was embarrassed and interrupted Randall’s words. Then Randall sighed softly. She was shocked when she felt his breath hitch through her thin nightgown.
“As you may have felt from this incident, the North is a dangerous place. To be honest, it’s not a good place for people to live.”
“...”
“So you... If you wish, you can stay in the capital or Florette territory from now on. If you wish, I will immediately tell Auston to prepare a movement spell.”
There was no answer from Sylvia. Randall struggled to compose his mind as the silence continued.
'This is right.'
This incident was ultimately his own mistake.
"That jewel... It was attached to the hem of my dress. I got tangled up in the lace."
Rubia Glever claimed she saw the jewels rolling on the floor as she tore off Sylvia's dress to stop the bleeding. When he checked the dress, there was definitely a trace of something tangled in the lace at the hem. Rubia words were sure to be used against her, but she told the truth as she saw it with her pale face.
Randall investigated her based on what she said, and as a result of retracing the movements, the existence of one of the servants was revealed. He was a servant of a vassal who attended a banquet. As the investigation was narrowed, the retainer confessed that he saw the servant spitting out the jewel in question from his mouth in the middle of the banquet. He also made the excuse that he had kept his mouth shut for fear that the suspicion would spread to himself. The servant, who resisted at first, eventually admitted to his crime.
"Because living is so difficult. He was the first man I met on the street, but he offered me a lot of money if I could accomplish this task, so how could I refuse?"
The servant said that with a wry smile. Randall was convinced that the 'man' the servant had mentioned was one of the dark bugs that had recently infiltrated the estate, and he continued his questioning, but he knew nothing more.
"Because living is so difficult. He was the first man I met on the street, but he offered me a lot of money if I could accomplish this task, so how could I refuse?"
The servant said that with a wry smile. Randall was convinced that the 'man' the servant had mentioned was one of the dark bugs that had recently infiltrated the estate, and he continued his questioning, but he knew nothing more.
In the end, Randall had to finish the job by cutting off the servant's head. Everyone who entered the banquet hall was searched in advance, but since it was such a small jewel and they had no idea that they would try to hide it in their mouths, they were unable to stop it. He should have been more careful since even dark bugs had infiltrated the territory.
"...I was complacent."
Randel couldn't shake that thought. He would have paid more attention elsewhere instead of trying to suspect Sylvia, who did not seem to have any signs of being a spy. If that were the case, Sylvia wouldn't have been wandering through her deathbed like she is now. Randall spent his nights blaming himself for her unconsciousness the entire time and eventually concluded that it was right to let her go to her own safe place.
"...I was complacent."
Randel couldn't shake that thought. He would have paid more attention elsewhere instead of trying to suspect Sylvia, who did not seem to have any signs of being a spy. If that were the case, Sylvia wouldn't have been wandering through her deathbed like she is now. Randall spent his nights blaming himself for her unconsciousness the entire time and eventually concluded that it was right to let her go to her own safe place.
Like the attack on the wedding day, and what happened at the banquet hall. Sylvia had been living a peaceful life until now, but since she became involved with him, she has already faced death twice. Besides, he couldn't be sure how many times this would happen again. Even if he found the dark bug hiding in the territory, he could not change the very nature of this land bordering Kelvetia.
Randall and this North of him, to Sylvia, were only to her detriment. Randall acknowledged it with a bitter heart. After that he picked his words a few times, trying not to make her feel like he was forcing her to do her best. In the end, his blunt words failed, but Randall was sincere. He intended to send Sylvia to a safe place as soon as Sylvia wanted. The vassals may have protested, but to him, her duties as Duchess were insignificant compared to Sylvia's well-being.
'It was something I could handle from the beginning. Sylvia just shared it with me for a little while.'
Randall repeated this to himself as he waited for Sylvia's decision. Eventually, she asked in a voice that he could not recognize.
“If that happens, the Duchess’s qualifications may be questioned.”
“No one would dare bring up such a story.”
“What are my duties as the castle’s hostess?”
“Even before I married you, I was in some part in charge. It’s just going back to that time.”
Randall calmly gave the answers he had prepared. He thought it would be better to tell Auston to prepare the movement spell as soon as the sun rose.
'I'm sure Auston will get angry about having to move long distances right after the barrier improvement, but there's nothing we can do about it.'
Even though Auston went on a rampage saying he could never do it, he was the type of person who would change his body without a word if he was given enough money. So, this time too, it will be okay to pay for the troubles generously. Randa thought so and estimated the budget in his mind. Then Sylvia called him.
“Randall.”
"Yes."
“Now this is my home.”
Randall forgot to breathe for a moment. While he was unable to find words to say and kept his mouth shut, a gentle hand touched the back of his head. With a faint sound, Sylvia lightly stroked Randall's hair. She spoke in a whisper in an extremely calm voice.
“I like the North. Thelma and the staff are good, Auston is good, and you are also good.”
“...”
“So don’t ever say that again. Don’t even be sorry.”
Sylvia's heart sank when Randall told her to leave the North. If she leaves this place, she will have to spend each day again, killing time in boredom. Sylvia did not want to continue her life any longer. To her, her life was always about holding on. She was already too tired to endure a long life for the sake of short, mirage-like pleasures and pleasures.
Therefore, it was obvious that if she left the North, where dangerous things were constantly happening, she would once again be crushed by the weight of the time. It was easier for her to bear with it than for her to keep trying to die here, which might fail. But she couldn't let those words come out in her raw form, so she cleverly mixed up her truth and lies.
'...Didn't it feel sincere?'
Sylvia became anxious when she did not receive an answer from Randall for a long time. As she rolled her eyes, she decided to put her words to him and pressed her lips against his. Randall hugged Sylvia tightly, avoiding the wounds on her back.
'...Didn't it feel sincere?'
Sylvia became anxious when she did not receive an answer from Randall for a long time. As she rolled her eyes, she decided to put her words to him and pressed her lips against his. Randall hugged Sylvia tightly, avoiding the wounds on her back.
“...Thank you."
“...”
“And I’m sorry.”
Randall's voice was drowned out. His voice was a voice that felt much more sincere than Sylvia's own voice.
“Don’t say you’re sorry.”
“...”
“And I’m sorry.”
Randall's voice was drowned out. His voice was a voice that felt much more sincere than Sylvia's own voice.
“Don’t say you’re sorry.”
“Still.”
“Do you know that you’re a bit stubborn too?”
“I won’t deny it.”
Randall responded and laughed lowly. His body was so close to her that when he laughed, she could hear the sound of his body. It was a very strange feeling as if she could feel Randall's laughter with her whole body.
'...It's warm.'
Sylvia didn't dislike his warmth, so she held him quietly. Then, Randall suddenly lifted his upper body upright, and he wrapped Sylvia in the blanket and lifted her up.
“Then rest. I will call the doctor.”
There was no time to reply. Randall quickly left the room. At first glance, it felt urgent. In an instant, Sylvia was left alone in the room, rolling her eyes and whistling to herself.
'Oh...'
You weren't disabled?
“Do you know that you’re a bit stubborn too?”
“I won’t deny it.”
Randall responded and laughed lowly. His body was so close to her that when he laughed, she could hear the sound of his body. It was a very strange feeling as if she could feel Randall's laughter with her whole body.
'...It's warm.'
Sylvia didn't dislike his warmth, so she held him quietly. Then, Randall suddenly lifted his upper body upright, and he wrapped Sylvia in the blanket and lifted her up.
“Then rest. I will call the doctor.”
There was no time to reply. Randall quickly left the room. At first glance, it felt urgent. In an instant, Sylvia was left alone in the room, rolling her eyes and whistling to herself.
'Oh...'
You weren't disabled?
Meanwhile, Randall, who did not know what Sylvia was thinking, leaned back against the closed door and buried his face in his hands.
"Come on."
He almost became an animal attacking someone who had no feelings for him. After Randall told Wilcott to call the doctor, he went straight to the bathroom in his room. The sound of cold water being poured into the bathroom did not disappear for a long time after that.
"Come on."
He almost became an animal attacking someone who had no feelings for him. After Randall told Wilcott to call the doctor, he went straight to the bathroom in his room. The sound of cold water being poured into the bathroom did not disappear for a long time after that.
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