'Ah...'
Sylvia stared blankly at Randall, who was crying against the backdrop of the night sky filled with colorful fireworks.
Sylvia stared blankly at Randall, who was crying against the backdrop of the night sky filled with colorful fireworks.
Is this exactly what it feels like to have your heart shattered to pieces?
“I wish all your attention was focused on me...”
“...”
“I want you to lust after me, to laugh and cry at my every action.”
Randall held his breath, unable to properly accept the confessions suddenly pouring into his ears.
Randall, who had been frozen, unable to accept Sylvia's confession as the truth, belatedly distorted his face. Tears like rain flowed from Sylvia's eyes as she watched his sadly distorted face. She whispered softly, laughing and crying at the same time, just like Randall had done a moment ago. Her white fingertips lightly caressed Randall's cheek.
“...I think we think the same thing.”
“...”
"Yes?"
There were no more words. The moment Sylvia's whisper ended, the two of them pulled each other with desperate hands without saying who would go first.
The next morning, Sylvia woke up feeling extremely tired for the first time in a long time. Her whole body ached as if she had rolled around on gravel. The inside of her throat stung as if someone had scratched it.
‘Where is the water...’
Sylvia lifted her upper body with difficulty, leaning on her elbows on the bed. The feeling of the blanket sliding down her shoulders felt more ticklish than usual. Even that simple movement made her feel like she was suffocating from the pain that weighed down her entire body.
‘...The blanket felt itchy for some reason.’
She realized belatedly that she was wearing nothing and pulled the blanket up to cover her upper body with the hand that was not holding the glass of water.
'Hmm. I learned quickly...'
Only after recalling all her memories did Sylvia come to terms with the current situation and nod her head. As she drank the glass of water Randall had handed her, the lump in her throat began to ease. However, that was separate from the muscle pain, and when Sylvia groaned, holding her waist, Randall snatched the glass from her and laid her back down.
“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“Just a little. By the way...”
Sylvia stared at Randall, casually burying herself in the pillow and blanket. She opened her mouth as if she was a little dissatisfied.
“...Are you okay?”
“There is no major inconvenience.”
“Why?”
"Yes?"
“Why are you the only one who’s fine? You must have moved several times more than me.”
“...”
Sylvia was genuinely resentful. No wonder, last night. At first, Sylvia led Randall, but soon after, Randall instinctively realized what he had to do and went wild, so Sylvia's whole body was still screaming. But the one who went wild looked so normal, so she felt a little angry.
“I’ve felt this way before, but your body feels really good. It’s like it was carved out of stone.”
“Wait a minute... Ugh.”
Randall sensed something strange a moment too late and tried to stop Sylvia, but he quickly covered his mouth when she poked his abdomen with her finger.
“Sylvia.”
Randall tried to suppress a groan in a low voice. But regardless, Sylvia only continued to caress his body, especially his chest, with an extremely serious expression on her face.
‘...Isn’t it bigger than me?’
While Sylvia was pondering a rather reasonable question, Randall finally couldn't hold it in any longer and grabbed Sylvia's wrist without hurting her. His voice was cracked like a drought-stricken land.
“...Didn’t you say you were in pain? Stop it now... please.”
"Why?"
“Are you really asking because you don’t know?”
Sylvia tilted her head. Randall stared at her with dark eyes as if he would devour her at any moment. Sylvia, who had been meeting Randall’s gaze for a moment, suddenly smiled. Immediately afterward, she tickled his chest with her fingertips and glared at him like a fox.
“You know this and you’re doing this?”
At the completely unexpected words and laughter, she felt a fire burning inside her in an instant. Randall, who had been frozen for a moment, grabbed Sylvia's waist in the blink of an eye, covered her with his body as if covering her, and laughed fiercely.
“...Do you know what you just said, Ma’am?”
Sylvia blinked in bewilderment at Randall's unusual aura. She opened her lips to say belatedly, 'It was a joke,' but Randel spoke first.
“I trust you won’t tell me now that it was just a joke.”
“...”
Sylvia's lips, which were about to open at the words that sounded like a warning, froze shut. Her golden eyes shook as if there was an earthquake, which was rare.
'Was the joke too... harsh?'
In the end, Sylvia had to learn the lesson that she should not provoke Randall recklessly, without leaving her bed from morning until late afternoon.
Randall and Sylvia were reluctant, but they politely bowed to the other nobles because they were also watching them. Randall also called, but David’s gaze was fixed on Sylvia from afar. Even though he was bowing his head, he felt that earnest gaze, so Randall frowned in an unseen place. He put strength into the hand he had hidden behind his back.
'Why did you come?'
Sylvia instinctively tensed up. She couldn’t help but be nervous after learning that David’s true identity was the reincarnation of the Demon King Basis. Sylvia held the truth that David was ‘Basis’ in her hands, but so did David, who knew that Sylvia was ‘Alyssa’.
Sylvia finally admitted with a tearful smile. She can never turn away from that man’s heart.
“...Randall.”
Sylvia, with her mouth open, took a step toward Randall. Randall had lost even the will to escape and was standing still, shedding tears. Sylvia gazed at his face for a moment, then reached out. When her white hand gently cupped Randall’s face, he reflexively blinked to shake off his tears.
“...!”
The next moment, Sylvia tilted her head and wiped the tears flowing down Randall's cheeks with her lips. The most careful and feather-like movement. Randall, frozen in surprise, had to clench his fists to keep himself from accidentally groaning. He tried to dismiss the affection that was evident in Sylvia's actions as an illusion born of his own delusion.
“Randall.”
Soon, Sylvia wiped all the tears from Randall’s face and tilted her head back. However, she did not take her hands away from his face. Sylvia gently kissed Randall’s lips while carefully holding his face with both hands.
“...I like your jealousy.”
Randall opened his eyes wide at those words. It was more of an instinctive reaction than a conscious one. Seeing that, Sylvia continued speaking, feeling somewhat relieved.
“I wish your eyes would always stay on me.”
“...”
“...Randall.”
Sylvia, with her mouth open, took a step toward Randall. Randall had lost even the will to escape and was standing still, shedding tears. Sylvia gazed at his face for a moment, then reached out. When her white hand gently cupped Randall’s face, he reflexively blinked to shake off his tears.
“...!”
The next moment, Sylvia tilted her head and wiped the tears flowing down Randall's cheeks with her lips. The most careful and feather-like movement. Randall, frozen in surprise, had to clench his fists to keep himself from accidentally groaning. He tried to dismiss the affection that was evident in Sylvia's actions as an illusion born of his own delusion.
“Randall.”
Soon, Sylvia wiped all the tears from Randall’s face and tilted her head back. However, she did not take her hands away from his face. Sylvia gently kissed Randall’s lips while carefully holding his face with both hands.
“...I like your jealousy.”
Randall opened his eyes wide at those words. It was more of an instinctive reaction than a conscious one. Seeing that, Sylvia continued speaking, feeling somewhat relieved.
“I wish your eyes would always stay on me.”
“...”
“I wish all your attention was focused on me...”
“...”
“I want you to lust after me, to laugh and cry at my every action.”
Randall held his breath, unable to properly accept the confessions suddenly pouring into his ears.
Ah, this is an illusion created by my longing and ugliness.
His heart which had lost its way finally swallowed him up and made him fall into this illusion. Randall desperately tried to think that way, but the warmth that enveloped his cheek, the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky above his head, and even the sound of leaves brushing against each other in the night breeze were all too vivid.
A dream, no. At the moment Randall had a sudden realization, Sylvia muttered with a self-deprecating smile.
“Isn’t it me who should be apologizing to you...?”
“Isn’t it me who should be apologizing to you...?”
Randall, who had been frozen, unable to accept Sylvia's confession as the truth, belatedly distorted his face. Tears like rain flowed from Sylvia's eyes as she watched his sadly distorted face. She whispered softly, laughing and crying at the same time, just like Randall had done a moment ago. Her white fingertips lightly caressed Randall's cheek.
“...I think we think the same thing.”
“...”
"Yes?"
There were no more words. The moment Sylvia's whisper ended, the two of them pulled each other with desperate hands without saying who would go first.
Bang-!
The moment their longing lips met, colorful fireworks once again decorated the sky as if it were a lie. Underneath, Randall and Sylvia, entangled as one body, kissed each other absentmindedly. Their breaths mingled. They chose to be invaded by each other willingly and completely.
It was love.
"Ugh..."
***
"Ugh..."
The next morning, Sylvia woke up feeling extremely tired for the first time in a long time. Her whole body ached as if she had rolled around on gravel. The inside of her throat stung as if someone had scratched it.
‘Where is the water...’
Sylvia lifted her upper body with difficulty, leaning on her elbows on the bed. The feeling of the blanket sliding down her shoulders felt more ticklish than usual. Even that simple movement made her feel like she was suffocating from the pain that weighed down her entire body.
As she turned to look for a glass of water, she felt the cold touch of a glass in her hand as if it had been waiting for her.
“Here it is.”
“Oh, thank you...”
Sylvia, who had been answering in a raspy voice, stopped moving. When she turned her gaze, she saw Randall’s face smiling brightly, his solid upper body fully exposed.
“Good morning, Sylvia.”
“...”
“Sylvia?”
Randall tilted his head with a blank expression as he saw Sylvia standing still without moving. Seeing the movement, he suddenly regained his senses, and memories of last night came to mind.
'Therefore..."
Randall confessed to her. She was also swept up in it and confessed her heart... and they kissed each other while losing their minds. When she came to her senses, the two of them were naked and entangled in bed.
“Here it is.”
“Oh, thank you...”
Sylvia, who had been answering in a raspy voice, stopped moving. When she turned her gaze, she saw Randall’s face smiling brightly, his solid upper body fully exposed.
“Good morning, Sylvia.”
“...”
“Sylvia?”
Randall tilted his head with a blank expression as he saw Sylvia standing still without moving. Seeing the movement, he suddenly regained his senses, and memories of last night came to mind.
'Therefore..."
Randall confessed to her. She was also swept up in it and confessed her heart... and they kissed each other while losing their minds. When she came to her senses, the two of them were naked and entangled in bed.
‘...The blanket felt itchy for some reason.’
She realized belatedly that she was wearing nothing and pulled the blanket up to cover her upper body with the hand that was not holding the glass of water.
'Hmm. I learned quickly...'
Only after recalling all her memories did Sylvia come to terms with the current situation and nod her head. As she drank the glass of water Randall had handed her, the lump in her throat began to ease. However, that was separate from the muscle pain, and when Sylvia groaned, holding her waist, Randall snatched the glass from her and laid her back down.
“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“Just a little. By the way...”
Sylvia stared at Randall, casually burying herself in the pillow and blanket. She opened her mouth as if she was a little dissatisfied.
“...Are you okay?”
“There is no major inconvenience.”
“Why?”
"Yes?"
“Why are you the only one who’s fine? You must have moved several times more than me.”
“...”
Sylvia was genuinely resentful. No wonder, last night. At first, Sylvia led Randall, but soon after, Randall instinctively realized what he had to do and went wild, so Sylvia's whole body was still screaming. But the one who went wild looked so normal, so she felt a little angry.
Randall laughed cutely at Sylvia's words and leaned down. Sylvia shrugged as he started to kiss her face little by little.
“It tickles.”
“Is that so?”
“...You’ve become so shameless. If I had said it was ticklish, you would have immediately apologized and backed off.”
“But if you look at it that way, my wife also had something on my body yesterday...”
“It tickles.”
“Is that so?”
“...You’ve become so shameless. If I had said it was ticklish, you would have immediately apologized and backed off.”
“But if you look at it that way, my wife also had something on my body yesterday...”
"Stop."
Sylvia quickly reached out and covered his mouth with her hand, reminded of what she had done the night before by Randall's words. However, Randall, thinking back, seemed to have felt wronged, and kept turning his head away to continue speaking.
“Madam, you are the one who told me not to do it... Ugh.”
Sylvia quickly reached out and covered his mouth with her hand, reminded of what she had done the night before by Randall's words. However, Randall, thinking back, seemed to have felt wronged, and kept turning his head away to continue speaking.
“Madam, you are the one who told me not to do it... Ugh.”
“I told you to stop.”
The two struggled for a moment. Sylvia desperately tried to cover Randall's mouth, but then her back suddenly gave out and she collapsed on top of him.
“Sylvia, are you okay?”
Only then did Randall stop his play and hurriedly look at her. But Sylvia was fidgeting with her hand on his body with a strange expression.
“...”
“...Sylvia?”
The two struggled for a moment. Sylvia desperately tried to cover Randall's mouth, but then her back suddenly gave out and she collapsed on top of him.
“Sylvia, are you okay?”
Only then did Randall stop his play and hurriedly look at her. But Sylvia was fidgeting with her hand on his body with a strange expression.
“...”
“...Sylvia?”
“I’ve felt this way before, but your body feels really good. It’s like it was carved out of stone.”
“Wait a minute... Ugh.”
Randall sensed something strange a moment too late and tried to stop Sylvia, but he quickly covered his mouth when she poked his abdomen with her finger.
“Sylvia.”
Randall tried to suppress a groan in a low voice. But regardless, Sylvia only continued to caress his body, especially his chest, with an extremely serious expression on her face.
‘...Isn’t it bigger than me?’
While Sylvia was pondering a rather reasonable question, Randall finally couldn't hold it in any longer and grabbed Sylvia's wrist without hurting her. His voice was cracked like a drought-stricken land.
“...Didn’t you say you were in pain? Stop it now... please.”
"Why?"
“Are you really asking because you don’t know?”
Sylvia tilted her head. Randall stared at her with dark eyes as if he would devour her at any moment. Sylvia, who had been meeting Randall’s gaze for a moment, suddenly smiled. Immediately afterward, she tickled his chest with her fingertips and glared at him like a fox.
“You know this and you’re doing this?”
At the completely unexpected words and laughter, she felt a fire burning inside her in an instant. Randall, who had been frozen for a moment, grabbed Sylvia's waist in the blink of an eye, covered her with his body as if covering her, and laughed fiercely.
“...Do you know what you just said, Ma’am?”
Sylvia blinked in bewilderment at Randall's unusual aura. She opened her lips to say belatedly, 'It was a joke,' but Randel spoke first.
“I trust you won’t tell me now that it was just a joke.”
“...”
Sylvia's lips, which were about to open at the words that sounded like a warning, froze shut. Her golden eyes shook as if there was an earthquake, which was rare.
'Was the joke too... harsh?'
In the end, Sylvia had to learn the lesson that she should not provoke Randall recklessly, without leaving her bed from morning until late afternoon.
***
Time passed in the blink of an eye. The nobles who had been resting from the fatigue of the Foundation Day Ball began to pack their bags and return home one by one. Randall and Sylvia, who had been cooped up in their rooms for several days, also belatedly prepared to return north.
Auston stretched, sitting crookedly on the edge of the wagon.
“Oh my, this stinking capital city is finally goodbye. Do you know how nervous I was, wondering if I would end up buried here?”
“Auston. If you don’t have the energy to talk nonsense, focus on the moving magic circle.”
“Where did I get my energy? Rather, since the founding of the country, Your Grace has been shut in his room and resting, and his face has strangely become better.”
“Ahem.”
Auston looked at Randall suspiciously. Randall tried to control his expression and coughed, and Sylvia hid behind Randall. Despite her exhaustion, her complexion had also brightened. At that moment, a commotion was heard from far away. Sylvia tilted her head in wonder.
"What?"
Her face hardened as she turned around with Randall to see where the commotion was coming from. Crown Prince David was approaching them, his pure white cloak fluttering as if he was showing off. David finally stopped in front of the two and opened his mouth.
“The Duke of Belfort. And... the Duchess.”
“... I greet you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
“Oh my, this stinking capital city is finally goodbye. Do you know how nervous I was, wondering if I would end up buried here?”
“Auston. If you don’t have the energy to talk nonsense, focus on the moving magic circle.”
“Where did I get my energy? Rather, since the founding of the country, Your Grace has been shut in his room and resting, and his face has strangely become better.”
“Ahem.”
Auston looked at Randall suspiciously. Randall tried to control his expression and coughed, and Sylvia hid behind Randall. Despite her exhaustion, her complexion had also brightened. At that moment, a commotion was heard from far away. Sylvia tilted her head in wonder.
"What?"
Her face hardened as she turned around with Randall to see where the commotion was coming from. Crown Prince David was approaching them, his pure white cloak fluttering as if he was showing off. David finally stopped in front of the two and opened his mouth.
“The Duke of Belfort. And... the Duchess.”
“... I greet you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
Randall and Sylvia were reluctant, but they politely bowed to the other nobles because they were also watching them. Randall also called, but David’s gaze was fixed on Sylvia from afar. Even though he was bowing his head, he felt that earnest gaze, so Randall frowned in an unseen place. He put strength into the hand he had hidden behind his back.
'Why did you come?'
Sylvia instinctively tensed up. She couldn’t help but be nervous after learning that David’s true identity was the reincarnation of the Demon King Basis. Sylvia held the truth that David was ‘Basis’ in her hands, but so did David, who knew that Sylvia was ‘Alyssa’.
Since they both held each other’s weaknesses, she wanted to think that David wouldn’t carelessly reveal her true identity. However, since he was an unpredictable person, her anxiety never completely went away. David narrowed his eyes and stretched out the corners of his mouth, perhaps noticing that Sylvia was nervous.
“I’m glad you haven’t left yet. I owe you so much, and I was worried that I would have to send you off without even saying goodbye.”
He quickly closed the distance between them, lifted her hand, and kissed the back of her hand deeply. The servants of Belfort flinched without a trace at the incident that happened before they could stop it.
“I’m glad you haven’t left yet. I owe you so much, and I was worried that I would have to send you off without even saying goodbye.”
He quickly closed the distance between them, lifted her hand, and kissed the back of her hand deeply. The servants of Belfort flinched without a trace at the incident that happened before they could stop it.
David, who had his lips on the back of Sylvia’s hand, was about to leave a mark by secretly biting her skin. Sylvia quickly pulled her hand out of his grasp.
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