Seliya took the sword out of Dietrich's scabbard and held it to the Viscount's neck.
It was a knight who didn't even know that Dietrich's body was obscured.
Viscount Brillion felt puzzled by the knight who suddenly tried to kill him.
The Viscount believed that he would not die even at this moment when the blade was on his neck.
There was no way Dietrich, Seliya's lover, would kill him, her adoptive father.
Of course, he was tempted by Gabriel's words and incited Seliya to call her a witch.
He thought that if he slandered her with all sorts of provocative words and left her behind after Dietrich abandoned her, Seliya would be in his hands. He had taken a woman who had nothing. So Seliya was his.
What's wrong with trying to turn everything back to square one?
"Knight, don't get too excited. Since we're men against men, shouldn't we be honest and open about it? Seliya was pure when she was in my mansion. Many men tried to woo her, but she was a pure child who had never been touched by another man.”
Viscount Brillion muttered what was on his mind, not even thinking that the knight pointing his sword at his neck was Seliya.
“But... That child is so pretty. Many men have tried to do something to her, but none of them have succeeded. Is Seliya capable of some kind of ability, or is she a real witch as rumored? Isn’t it truly amazing?”
Seliya’s hand gripping the sword gained strength. Blood dripped from Viscount Brillion’s neck. Viscount Brillion furrowed his brows and looked closely at Seliya, who was wearing a helmet.
Seliya’s emerald eyes were revealed through the gap in her helmet.
Viscount Brillion stared at her eyes for a moment, then burst into laughter, his mouth splitting open.
“...I thought it was someone, but it was you. Seliya!”
Viscount Brillion greeted Seliya cheerfully, forgetting his own situation.
“I didn’t recognize you because the knight’s armor didn’t suit you at all. You look good in a dress that reveals your chest. Okay, enough of the teasing, let’s talk to your lover and go back to the mansion with your father.”
“You crazy bastard.”
Viscount Brillion frowned at Seliya’s insult.
“Huh? What did you just say?”
“What my father? Even a scarecrow would be better than you.”
Viscount Brillion blinked at Seliya’s words.
“Where did you learn such mean words? Weren’t you kind and obedient when you were at the mansion? Do you really think His Highness the Duke will protect you for the rest of your life?”
“He will protect me for the rest of my life. And...”
Dietrich added in a flat voice.
“That’s none of your concern.”
Viscount Brillion only now realized that he could really die.
“Now, wait. I am Seliya’s father and you are going to kill me? Seliya, you are not going to kill your father with your own hands?”
“Where are the rest? Hariel and your children.”
Cold sweat dripped down the Viscount’s forehead.
“Seliya, what are you doing? Stop this now...”
“Shut up.”
The Viscount’s face paled noticeably at Seliya’s insult.
“Tell me where your other family members are and I will spare your life.”
“...What do you want me to do?”
The Viscount swallowed and asked again.
“If I tell you where they are, you will spare my life?”
“Of course.”
The Viscount answered without hesitation at the words that he could save his life.
“430 Ventamine Street, Capital, a shabby inn with an old green roof and no sign. Room 302.”
Seliya’s eyes narrowed.
“Are Gabriel and Hariel there too?”
“Oh, oh. They’re in the next room, room 303.”
There was a reason they hadn’t been caught yet.
They loved to spend more than anyone else, so she didn’t think they’d stay at a shabby inn.
“...Since I told the truth, you’re letting me go, right?”
The Viscount’s face was unusually shiny as if it was oily.
Seliya took the sword from around the Viscount’s neck and called Dietrich.
“Dietrich.”
Dietrich struck the Viscount’s head with the scabbard. The Viscount’s body fell forward, unable to even scream.
“I knocked him out. He won’t be able to wake up for at least half a day.”
Seliya nodded at Dietrich’s words.
Seliya handed the sword to Dietrich and took off the helmet she had been wearing.
Seliya’s vision captured the sunset beyond the mountain ridge, gradually darkening the sky.
“...Let’s find out if what this human is saying is true and then find Illeon. It’s already getting dark.”
The person who wanted to beat up those inhumane Brillion guys more than anyone else would be Seliya.
However, Seliya was the one who didn’t lose sight of her true goal and just looked forward.
Dietrich silently looked at Seliya’s profile. Seliya’s long silver hair fluttered in the wind. Seliya turned her head to Dietrich, who was not taking his eyes off her.
“What’s on my face?”
Dietrich took off the gloves he was wearing. Then he reached out and caressed Seliya’s cheek.
Carefully caressing Seliya’s cheek with a gesture that made him feel as if he might break it, Dietrich muttered softly.
“No. There’s nothing on it.”
Dietrich swept Seliya’s hair behind her ear.
Then he tilted his head and kissed Seliya’s lips.
Their lips, gently pressed down, met for a moment and then parted.
Dietrich smiled affectionately at Seliya, who had kissed her without permission.
Seliya, who was about to lash out at Dietrich, changed her mind.
Seliya lifted her heel and kissed him on the lips as Dietrich had done to her.
Dietrich’s eyes widened and a captivating smile spread across his face.
When Seliya tried to pull away, Dietrich pulled her body closer.
When Seliya’s lips parted, Dietrich dug deep inside.
Their lips were tightly joined, and a kiss that seemed to take away her breath continued.
Seliya’s mind became dizzy from the deep kiss.
Dietrich wrapped his large hand around the back of Seliya’s head.
Seliya grabbed Dietrich’s forearm, but all she could find was cold armor.
With his other hand, which was not around the back of Seliya’s head, Dietrich entangled each of her knuckles.
When Seliya was out of breath, Dietrich let her go for a moment and kissed her again when her breathing began to pick up again.
His love was too much for her.
After a long time, Dietrich let go of Seliya.
Seliya felt her body, which had been exhausted from walking around for half a day in ill-fitting armor, becoming stronger again.
Seliya smiled at Dietrich.
“You must have regained your stamina. Shall we go now?”
“Am you My stamina supplement?”
“...No, you are everything to me.”
Dietrich’s mouth slackened at Seliya’s words.
Dietrich, with eyes overflowing with affection, put a helmet on Seliya.
“You are the only master in the world who calls a dog his everything.”
Seliya stared blankly at Dietrich, who called himself a dog.
“Dietrich, you are my lover. Not a dog.”
“Then let’s say I am both a dog and a lover. I like you to be my master, Seliya.”
Seliya said with a serious face at Dietrich’s words.
“...Wait. No. Then I’d be a weirdo who kissed my dog and did things like that?”
“Hahaha!”
Dietrich burst into laughter.
Seliya glared at the mischievous Dietrich with a displeased face.
“Why do you want to be a dog?”
Dietrich slowly closed his eyes and answered Seliya’s question.
“Dogs never betray their masters.”
Seliya opened her eyes narrowly. Dietrich had reached a point where he could tell what Seliya was thinking just by looking at her eyes that were visible between her helmets.
“Why? Is it weird for me, who was called the Emperor’s mad dog, to say something like that?”
Seliya nodded.
“... The Emperor only used the Three Dukes as a means to bring them into the palace. There’s no way I would consider such a trash Emperor as my real master.”
Dietrich openly called the dead Emperor trash.
Seliya knew that Dietrich’s feelings toward the Emperor were not very good.
“It must have been hard for you as the closest aide of the Emperor you hated so much. You also got labeled as the crazy dog of the pervert Emperor.”
Seliya patted the back of his hand as if comforting Dietrich.
In fact, the rumor of the Emperor’s crazy dog was actually Dietrich who spread it, but Dietrich liked Seliya comforting him, so he decided to say that after Abelon was destroyed.
“It’s okay. I have you now.”
Dietrich lifted the back of Seliya’s hand and kissed it.
Dietrich, who had pressed his lips as if branding her, closed his eyes toward Seliya.
The red pupils that held only her narrowed within the deep eyes.
Seliya looked at Dietrich and thought.
Dietrich was more like a fox that bewitched people than a dog.
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