The melody played by the skillful musicians was beautiful. Music that could relieve fatigue and tension just by listening to it rang throughout the room. That may have been Thelma and Wilcott's original intention. Even though she was worried about getting married by order of the King, she congratulated him sincerely. Their loyalty to Randall was unquestionable. But Randall felt like crying a little because of the body on top of him. At the same time, resentment toward Count Florette and his wife grew slightly.
How on earth did they raise a daughter like this...?
It wasn't an insult, it was a pure question.
“Sylvia, you will get hurt if you do this.”
Randall spoke in a persuasive tone, trying not to squeeze Sylvia's hand too tightly. But her attitude was stubborn. He didn't know why the person who looked dazed just a moment ago suddenly had such vivid eyes.
“Then you can let go.”
“...Go down first. This posture is a bit awkward right now.”
“Oh, if you’re embarrassed about me being on top of you, should we change positions?”
"Please...”
In the end, Randall spoke in a pleading voice, and the nape of his neck and the tips of his ears turned red. As he looked away, as if he was ashamed of it, his stiff jaw caught her eye. He must have been quite tense, so his neck muscles stood out.
'Oh.'
Sylvia, who was looking down at the scene from above, unconsciously opened her eyes. And she soon followed and had a serious face. She thinks she just got a little serious. Is this the beauty world? Even unconscious?
'First of all, I think I'm going to fall because I feel so embarrassed.'
She thought he was an upright person, but she had no idea that he was a person with extremely sound beliefs in this respect. It was something unexpected and something she was not very happy about.
Randall stiffened at the tickling sensation. Before he knew it, his upper body became stiff with tension.
“...Sylvia?”
Randall let out a whisper and removed the hand he was holding. When he lifted her upper body slightly and looked at Sylvia, he saw that her eyes closed with a relaxed look on her face. Breathing was even and regular.
"Ha...”
Randall sighed, realizing only then that Sylvia had fainted from exhaustion. His tension eased. His stiff body relaxed and his upper body fell onto the bed. He put his right arm on his face as if to cover his eyes and laughed. He felt strangely empty.
“Did she really collapse and fall asleep?”
As expected, Sylvia's physical strength was obviously much worse than he had expected. How shocking is it that someone who was so motivated collapses like a deflated sack like that?
Randall even stopped breathing and became nervous. Even when facing demons, he doesn't think she's ever been as nervous as she is now. Sylvia moaned softly, whether she was glad or not, and fell back to sleep.
“Hmm.”
Sylvia frowned at the stinging light pouring over her eyelids.
‘Has the curtain been lifted...?'
Her room at Count Florette's house was always dark. It was only natural that the master of the room rarely left her bed, and she spent most of the day sleeping.
- Please...
The first thing that came to mind was Randall's reddened neck.
'... It was certainly an impressive sight.'
Sylvia, who immediately realized that she had fainted due to a lack of stamina while trying to get up early in the night, shook her head and tried to get up. But she flinched as she naturally raised her hand to rest on the bed. What she touched was not bed, but Randall's body.
“Are you awake?”
A hoarse voice came from a short distance away. When Sylvia, who was surprised, turned her head, she saw Randall's face, which seemed to have become haggard overnight.
“...”
“Did you do it?”
“I am not a ruthless person who touches sleeping people!”
Randall was about to jump up, but when he realized that Sylvia was still on top of him, he just distorted his face. Sylvia was a little taken aback by the denial, which was stronger than she expected.
“Randall.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“When will we hold the first night that we couldn’t celebrate last night?”
Randall realized that this conversation was a continuation of last night and put down his knife. He sighed slightly and calmly confirmed.
“Sylvia. Didn't I tell you? I don’t want you to be so overwhelmed by duty that you do things with me that you don’t even want to do.”
“But if that happens, I will suffer from being called a Duchess who couldn’t even celebrate the first night.”
“There is no one in the North so incompetent as to say something like that. I can assure you.”
Randall spoke firmly. But that firmness seemed a little funny to Sylvia.
'It's a bar, but you're definitely still young.'
She tilted her glass of water to cover her mouth and stretched her lips. It was a mockery.
“Sylvia, you will get hurt if you do this.”
Randall spoke in a persuasive tone, trying not to squeeze Sylvia's hand too tightly. But her attitude was stubborn. He didn't know why the person who looked dazed just a moment ago suddenly had such vivid eyes.
“Then you can let go.”
“...Go down first. This posture is a bit awkward right now.”
“Oh, if you’re embarrassed about me being on top of you, should we change positions?”
"Please...”
In the end, Randall spoke in a pleading voice, and the nape of his neck and the tips of his ears turned red. As he looked away, as if he was ashamed of it, his stiff jaw caught her eye. He must have been quite tense, so his neck muscles stood out.
'Oh.'
Sylvia, who was looking down at the scene from above, unconsciously opened her eyes. And she soon followed and had a serious face. She thinks she just got a little serious. Is this the beauty world? Even unconscious?
'First of all, I think I'm going to fall because I feel so embarrassed.'
She thought he was an upright person, but she had no idea that he was a person with extremely sound beliefs in this respect. It was something unexpected and something she was not very happy about.
She didn't think it would be easy to convince this man that she couldn't spend the first night if she didn't have feelings for him.
Sylvia lightly shook the hand she was holding in order to calm both herself, who was extremely cold, and Randall, who looked like he was about to faint at any moment.
"All right. I won't do anything. I have to let go first...”
Sylvia calmly blurted out something she didn't even mean to say, but then suddenly stopped. Randall, who had been on high alert for her, suddenly stopped talking and made a puzzled face. The moment he was about to say something, she blinked her eyes a few times and fell down on Randall's body.
“Sylvia!”
Randall, who was startled, couldn't even stand up and quickly looked at Sylvia.
'Damn it, she hasn't eaten anything since she came here, is this an aftereffect from when she encountered the monster earlier? Or some other reason?'
Randall's face distorted more fiercely than before. Sylvia has never been anywhere else except the Florette mansion and the royal palace. So, today was the first time she saw monsters, and the scene where Randall and his knights slaughter monsters. Even well-trained, strong knights often feel nauseous after a full-blown battle.
"All right. I won't do anything. I have to let go first...”
Sylvia calmly blurted out something she didn't even mean to say, but then suddenly stopped. Randall, who had been on high alert for her, suddenly stopped talking and made a puzzled face. The moment he was about to say something, she blinked her eyes a few times and fell down on Randall's body.
“Sylvia!”
Randall, who was startled, couldn't even stand up and quickly looked at Sylvia.
'Damn it, she hasn't eaten anything since she came here, is this an aftereffect from when she encountered the monster earlier? Or some other reason?'
Randall's face distorted more fiercely than before. Sylvia has never been anywhere else except the Florette mansion and the royal palace. So, today was the first time she saw monsters, and the scene where Randall and his knights slaughter monsters. Even well-trained, strong knights often feel nauseous after a full-blown battle.
Moreover, isn't Sylvia a noble daughter who has never been seen as in trouble?
She must have been shocked by the scene earlier, but Jeffrey was injured and she looked so calm that she couldn't pay attention to it. She was complacent.
Gritting his teeth in self-reproach, he was about to raise his voice and call out the employees. A small breath landed like a butterfly on her fully exposed chest between the open gowns.
“... !”
“... !”
Randall stiffened at the tickling sensation. Before he knew it, his upper body became stiff with tension.
“...Sylvia?”
Randall let out a whisper and removed the hand he was holding. When he lifted her upper body slightly and looked at Sylvia, he saw that her eyes closed with a relaxed look on her face. Breathing was even and regular.
"Ha...”
Randall sighed, realizing only then that Sylvia had fainted from exhaustion. His tension eased. His stiff body relaxed and his upper body fell onto the bed. He put his right arm on his face as if to cover his eyes and laughed. He felt strangely empty.
“Did she really collapse and fall asleep?”
As expected, Sylvia's physical strength was obviously much worse than he had expected. How shocking is it that someone who was so motivated collapses like a deflated sack like that?
Randall, who promised himself that he would eat a proper breakfast starting tomorrow, slowly moved his body. After his embarrassment subsided, he became very conscious of his posture. The two were wearing only black silk gowns for the first night, and the gowns were too thin to be considered clothes. This meant that it was not a good outfit to wear tightly enough to feel every curve of the body like it is now. It would be uncomfortable for Sylvia to sleep face down like this anyway.
Randall tried to lay down next to her, trying to ignore the parts of her body that kept trying to assert themselves. But the moment Sylvia's body was about to separate from Randall, she grabbed the hem of his gown.
'...Are you awake?'
'...Are you awake?'
Randall even stopped breathing and became nervous. Even when facing demons, he doesn't think she's ever been as nervous as she is now. Sylvia moaned softly, whether she was glad or not, and fell back to sleep.
Randall breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed that Sylvia's breathing had become even. He looked at her more cautiously than before and tried to move his body again. But every time, Sylvia frowned and pulled the hem of Randall's gown. Her face, which had been moving little by little in the wind, eventually settled in the center of his chest.
'...You're done sleeping.'
In the end, Randall gave up everything. The more he looked, the more he thought there was no way such a person could be the King's spy, but when Sylvia rubbed her cheek in his arms, he thought she must be a spy of the highest order.
'...You're done sleeping.'
In the end, Randall gave up everything. The more he looked, the more he thought there was no way such a person could be the King's spy, but when Sylvia rubbed her cheek in his arms, he thought she must be a spy of the highest order.
He flinched every time Sylvia's breath touched him, and at other times he stayed up all night looking for God.
The night was unusually long and tiring today.
***
“Hmm.”
Sylvia frowned at the stinging light pouring over her eyelids.
‘Has the curtain been lifted...?'
Her room at Count Florette's house was always dark. It was only natural that the master of the room rarely left her bed, and she spent most of the day sleeping.
However, there were times when the Countess, concerned about Sylvia's health, would come to her room early in the morning and close the curtains. It was the same action as periodically exposing a flower to sunlight. Therefore, although she suffered from the sunlight waking her up, she had gotten used to it. But she's not used to the bed being this warm or hard?
Sylvia sensed something strange and opened her eyes. Beyond the unfamiliar window, she saw an even stranger landscape of sponsorship. Then, memories just before falling asleep flooded into her mind.
- Please...
The first thing that came to mind was Randall's reddened neck.
'... It was certainly an impressive sight.'
Sylvia, who immediately realized that she had fainted due to a lack of stamina while trying to get up early in the night, shook her head and tried to get up. But she flinched as she naturally raised her hand to rest on the bed. What she touched was not bed, but Randall's body.
“Are you awake?”
A hoarse voice came from a short distance away. When Sylvia, who was surprised, turned her head, she saw Randall's face, which seemed to have become haggard overnight.
While she was speechless for a moment, he opened his mouth first.
“Where is the uncomfortable place?”
"Yes?"
“Where is the uncomfortable place?”
"Yes?"
“I was worried that you were unwell because you suddenly collapsed. If there is no other uncomfortable area, please move to the side first.”
Sylvia rolled her eyes at those words and glanced at Randall's body on which she was sitting, and at his gown, which was almost completely undone at the front. She asked, her face immersed in concern with a somewhat serious look on her face.
"We...”
Sylvia rolled her eyes at those words and glanced at Randall's body on which she was sitting, and at his gown, which was almost completely undone at the front. She asked, her face immersed in concern with a somewhat serious look on her face.
"We...”
“...”
“Did you do it?”
“I am not a ruthless person who touches sleeping people!”
Randall was about to jump up, but when he realized that Sylvia was still on top of him, he just distorted his face. Sylvia was a little taken aback by the denial, which was stronger than she expected.
Oh no. That's not it.
“I’m afraid I may have touched you.”
Since her mind had been trained through several lives, it was highly likely that she tried to achieve her goal even unconsciously. Could it be that she had attacked this young man whose beliefs were upright and, frankly, a bit excessive?
“I’m afraid I may have touched you.”
Since her mind had been trained through several lives, it was highly likely that she tried to achieve her goal even unconsciously. Could it be that she had attacked this young man whose beliefs were upright and, frankly, a bit excessive?
From Sylvia’s perspective, it was a very reasonable and valid suspicion.
“...”
So, it was only valid from Sylvia’s perspective. Randall, who had an expression that could not be described in words, covered his face with both hands.
“...”
So, it was only valid from Sylvia’s perspective. Randall, who had an expression that could not be described in words, covered his face with both hands.
What is this woman really?.
***
After many twists and turns, the two people separated, tidied up in their respective rooms, and then met again at the restaurant.
The expressions of Wilcott and Thelma, who served the two, were in sharp contrast. Wilcott was sad when he asked Randall what he did last night, and Thelma, who helped Sylvia saying that she really liked the music and even asked the the name of the song, smiled.
“I will prepare a meal.”
Wilcott bowed solemnly as if making up for last night's mistake. Randall quietly nodded his head and pulled out Sylvia's chair, and after she sat down, he sat across from her.
“I will prepare a meal.”
Wilcott bowed solemnly as if making up for last night's mistake. Randall quietly nodded his head and pulled out Sylvia's chair, and after she sat down, he sat across from her.
Randall had been away from Sylvia and was refining his appearance, much of his embarrassment and confusion had been resolved. His light green eyes, which had unknowingly opened, coolly sank again. It was truly the eyes of a Lord. Meanwhile, Sylvia, who had sat down and expressed her gratitude lightly, covered her mouth with her hand and yawned softly. Her entire body felt heavy as if the fatigue from yesterday had not yet gone away.
'I won't pretend.'
Sylvia blinked a few times and watched the workers carrying the food, feeling a little dazed. When she lived at the Florette mansion, Sylvia said she usually ate one meal a day. That one meal was usually eaten in bed. It had been quite a while since she came down to the restaurant like this and had breakfast on time.
'I won't pretend.'
Sylvia blinked a few times and watched the workers carrying the food, feeling a little dazed. When she lived at the Florette mansion, Sylvia said she usually ate one meal a day. That one meal was usually eaten in bed. It had been quite a while since she came down to the restaurant like this and had breakfast on time.
Although she was a little worried, Sylvia had a subtle confidence in her physical condition. So, she was able to guess her physical condition to some extent based on the senses she had acquired from overcoming the danger of death several times. Her own body had not yet deteriorated to the point where she could not digest a light breakfast meal. It was only natural that she exercised her body moderately, conscious of God's eyes, to a level that did not offend her.
Yes, so definitely a light breakfast...
“...?”
It was then that she noticed something strange. Sylvia tilted her head. The procession of workers seemed to never end. Her brows slowly narrowed, forming a small furrow when she finally got all the food on the table. Sylvia furrowed her brows, which was rare, and she lifted a small knife and stabbed the food in front of her. It was meat. It's also pork that has been grilled whole while maintaining its original shape.
“Randall.”
“Please speak.”
“This is it... What is it?”
Including the one in front of Sylvia, there was a line of food on the table that was quite excessive for breakfast. She also thought she saw food that looked like a snail in the middle. She glared at it, hoping she had seen it wrong, but it was clearly a snail. It's also very big. However, Randel calmly took the meat in front of Sylvia and cut it into pieces.
“You must have been tired all day yesterday, so I told you to eat something good for your body. Please eat.”
What do we... Did you do it? I don’t think you did? I think I fell asleep before I could even start. Of course, I'm tired, but I haven't really done any hard work, so what's the point of healthy food?
“...?”
It was then that she noticed something strange. Sylvia tilted her head. The procession of workers seemed to never end. Her brows slowly narrowed, forming a small furrow when she finally got all the food on the table. Sylvia furrowed her brows, which was rare, and she lifted a small knife and stabbed the food in front of her. It was meat. It's also pork that has been grilled whole while maintaining its original shape.
“Randall.”
“Please speak.”
“This is it... What is it?”
Including the one in front of Sylvia, there was a line of food on the table that was quite excessive for breakfast. She also thought she saw food that looked like a snail in the middle. She glared at it, hoping she had seen it wrong, but it was clearly a snail. It's also very big. However, Randel calmly took the meat in front of Sylvia and cut it into pieces.
“You must have been tired all day yesterday, so I told you to eat something good for your body. Please eat.”
What do we... Did you do it? I don’t think you did? I think I fell asleep before I could even start. Of course, I'm tired, but I haven't really done any hard work, so what's the point of healthy food?
Sylvia, who was taken aback, decided to try to persuade him one more time while he was talking. She bit the servants with a gesture of her hand and opened her mouth seriously.
“Randall.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“When will we hold the first night that we couldn’t celebrate last night?”
Randall realized that this conversation was a continuation of last night and put down his knife. He sighed slightly and calmly confirmed.
“Sylvia. Didn't I tell you? I don’t want you to be so overwhelmed by duty that you do things with me that you don’t even want to do.”
“But if that happens, I will suffer from being called a Duchess who couldn’t even celebrate the first night.”
“There is no one in the North so incompetent as to say something like that. I can assure you.”
Randall spoke firmly. But that firmness seemed a little funny to Sylvia.
'It's a bar, but you're definitely still young.'
She tilted her glass of water to cover her mouth and stretched her lips. It was a mockery.
Humans have abandoned even ‘Alyssa’, who devoted herself solely to human prosperity. In the meantime, do you think no one will criticize you for not being able to celebrate the first night of the night, which a 'normal' couple would naturally have?
To put it in a good way, it was naive, and in a bad way, it was foolish. But Sylvia suppressed those feelings. After all, Randall was her husband, and she needed to get along with him in order to fool God. With Randall's will so firm, she tried to push the story further into the night, but it only made her more wary. Additionally, if she continued to bicker like this, there was a risk that the relationship would look bad. So start small.
“Then shall we make a deal?”
“Then shall we make a deal?”
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