Lang drank a magic potion that made his appearance human. He was allowed to stay at Belfort Castle only after he made a pact with Auston that he would never reveal anything about Belfort in any way.
When Lang drank Auston's magic potion, his skin turned apricot-colored and his eyes became white. Lang was so fascinated by his changed appearance that he looked around the hallways with interest, looking at his face here and there.
“As expected, magic is amazing... Oh, hello! Good morning!”
“Good morning, Mr. Lang.”
Lang muttered to himself, but when he saw a servant, he ran over and greeted him. The people of the castle, who had become accustomed to him in a few days, smiled and greeted him. After Lang transformed into his appearance with the potion, he walked around the castle so diligently that they worried that his identity would be discovered if he talked to others. He asked the servant a lot about the herbs growing in the garden behind the kitchen and then moved to the garden.
“Don’t they both mean the same thing?”
“But isn’t there a difference in feel? Surely a master wouldn’t be unaware of that.”
“Of course.”
When Sylvia deliberately provoked him, Lang fell for it. She covered Lang’s mouth and without hesitation, she turned around and started walking around the garden. However, after a short while, she had no choice but to stop again. This time, Sylvia frowned and turned around at Lang.
“Why do you keep following me? Go your own way.”
“Ah, that’s it. Somehow, I feel familiar with you, Madam. I feel more comfortable with you than with other people... Ah! This isn’t a joke! Seriously! Madam, you’re absolutely! Not my type!”
Lang jumped up and down, as if he was scared of Randall, and insisted on his innocence. Sylvia swallowed a sigh, uncomfortable with his words that he felt familiar with her. The reason Lang felt familiar with Sylvia was probably because of the darkness she possessed. She usually walked around so calmly that even Randall could not sense her, but it seemed that Lang, born a demon, was more sensitive to darkness.
“But Ma’am. You said your hometown is in the South? How is the South different from the North? After all, the only human world I’ve ever experienced is the North. If I get the chance, I’d like to go to the South too.”
Lang followed Sylvia around, chattering nonstop. However, Sylvia ignored his words and focused on walking, half in hopes that Lang might notice the darkness inside her, and half in fear of being wary of the demons that had become her body. At that moment, a rustling sound was heard from the nearby grass. Lang opened her eyes wide and looked into the bushes where the sound came from.
“I think I just heard something here...”
He pushed aside the tangled bushes one by one with both hands. Then, beneath the bushes, he saw a pure white rabbit groaning. There was a hint of red blood on the grass where the rabbit was sitting. He noticed a scratch on its hind leg.
“Oh. It looks like you hurt your leg.”
Lang clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry, then reached out his hand towards the rabbit.
"For a moment...!"
Sylvia instinctively tried to grab Lang's wrist. All the demons she had seen had found joy in tormenting and harming the living beings of the human world. No matter how much Lang was a pacifist faction, it was ultimately just his own will. And with the rabbit bleeding, Sylvia unconsciously tried to stop him, thinking that instinct might overcome reason.
“Easy, good.”
Lang let out a small whisper and carefully wrapped both hands around the rabbit's neck instead of twisting it. He placed the rabbit on his palms and examined the wounds from side to side.
“It looks like a rabbit that was raised in the kitchen. How did it get so injured? Hmm, it seems like it would be difficult to treat a living creature in the human world in the same way as a monster...”
Lang observed the rabbit with an extremely scholarly look and continued to think deeply. That was all. Sylvia froze in the pose she had been trying to stop Lang. The scene before her eyes somehow felt unrealistic. A calm demon in front of a bleeding life. A demon that wouldn’t twist the neck of a life. There was a big difference between hearing Lang’s explanations and seeing it with her own eyes.
“Rabbit! Rabbit... Ah! Hello, Madam!”
The servant who was looking for the rabbit quickly bowed down when he saw Sylvia. Lang approached the servant with cautious steps and showed her the rabbit.
“Are you looking for this guy?”
“Ah! Yes, yes. That’s right. Oh my gosh, you’re hurt.”
“I found it lying here by chance. Take it.”
“Thank you very much. I’m sorry for causing a fuss.”
The servant hurried back, holding the rabbit he had received from Lang in his arms. Lang licked his lips as he watched the servant walk away.
“Would it be unnatural to ask to see how the treatment is done? What do you think, Ma’am?”
“...”
"Ma'am?"
Sylvia, still frozen in shock, finally came to her senses. Without answering Lang’s question, she turned around and went into the castle.
“Madam? Madam! Where are you going!”
Behind her, she heard Lang calling Sylvia, but she didn't stop walking. Sylvia ran back to her room and only after she closed the door behind her was she able to stop her impatient movements.
'What the heck just now...'
The sight Sylvia had seen a moment ago was something that completely denied everything she had known and lived through.
“As expected, magic is amazing... Oh, hello! Good morning!”
“Good morning, Mr. Lang.”
Lang muttered to himself, but when he saw a servant, he ran over and greeted him. The people of the castle, who had become accustomed to him in a few days, smiled and greeted him. After Lang transformed into his appearance with the potion, he walked around the castle so diligently that they worried that his identity would be discovered if he talked to others. He asked the servant a lot about the herbs growing in the garden behind the kitchen and then moved to the garden.
While he was looking around the garden, he found someone, smiled brightly, and waved.
"Ma'am-!"
“...”
Sylvia, who had gone out for a walk after being nagged by Thelma and her doctor, flinched. As soon as she saw Lang, she turned around and started walking quickly in the opposite direction.
“Madam! Where are you going? Madam!”
But Lang followed Sylvia, jumping up and down as if he had lost all sense of direction. Sylvia ran away from him and mercilessly crushed her face under the parasol.
'That's why I didn't want to come out.'
After Lang began staying in the castle, Sylvia tried to avoid meeting him and not move a single step in her room. It was no wonder that she felt depressed every time she saw Lang’s face. She didn’t even know how to deal with him, so she didn’t want to face him.
"Madam. If you continue like this, your health will..."
"Of course, I know you're newlyweds, but still, go for a walk..."
But it must have been interpreted differently in the eyes of the people, as Thelma and the attending physician shut their eyes tightly and pushed Sylvia out. She had no choice but to go out into the garden, unable to even think of stopping them due to the embarrassing misunderstanding. Recently, Lang had been running around the castle like a monster with a fire in its tail, so she had planned to just take a quick walk around the garden and quickly go back in.
"Ma'am-!"
“...”
Sylvia, who had gone out for a walk after being nagged by Thelma and her doctor, flinched. As soon as she saw Lang, she turned around and started walking quickly in the opposite direction.
“Madam! Where are you going? Madam!”
But Lang followed Sylvia, jumping up and down as if he had lost all sense of direction. Sylvia ran away from him and mercilessly crushed her face under the parasol.
'That's why I didn't want to come out.'
After Lang began staying in the castle, Sylvia tried to avoid meeting him and not move a single step in her room. It was no wonder that she felt depressed every time she saw Lang’s face. She didn’t even know how to deal with him, so she didn’t want to face him.
"Madam. If you continue like this, your health will..."
"Of course, I know you're newlyweds, but still, go for a walk..."
But it must have been interpreted differently in the eyes of the people, as Thelma and the attending physician shut their eyes tightly and pushed Sylvia out. She had no choice but to go out into the garden, unable to even think of stopping them due to the embarrassing misunderstanding. Recently, Lang had been running around the castle like a monster with a fire in its tail, so she had planned to just take a quick walk around the garden and quickly go back in.
Why did she have to run into him here of all places?
“Huh, huk! Madam! You walk so fast. I don’t think you heard me calling you.”
Sylvia was soon caught up by Lang. He exhaled with a bright face and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Sylvia had no choice but to stop walking and turn around to him with a slight frown. She lowered her voice and reprimanded him.
“If you go around talking to people like that, what will you do if they find out you’re a demon?”
“I don’t think anyone has noticed yet? Most humans aren’t sensitive enough to sense the darkness, and I’m also a master of human conversation in Kelvetia. Don’t worry!”
“No, I'm worried.”
"Yes?"
Sylvia quickly retorted to Lang's words. Lang also seemed to notice the sharpness in Sylvia's words, so he hesitated and tilted his head.
'Oops.'
Sylvia bit her lip to hide her reflexive rebuttal to Lang’s words. After calming her rumbling heart, she tried to speak in a flat voice.
“...It’s not a worry, it’s a concern.”
“Huh, huk! Madam! You walk so fast. I don’t think you heard me calling you.”
Sylvia was soon caught up by Lang. He exhaled with a bright face and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Sylvia had no choice but to stop walking and turn around to him with a slight frown. She lowered her voice and reprimanded him.
“If you go around talking to people like that, what will you do if they find out you’re a demon?”
“I don’t think anyone has noticed yet? Most humans aren’t sensitive enough to sense the darkness, and I’m also a master of human conversation in Kelvetia. Don’t worry!”
“No, I'm worried.”
"Yes?"
Sylvia quickly retorted to Lang's words. Lang also seemed to notice the sharpness in Sylvia's words, so he hesitated and tilted his head.
'Oops.'
Sylvia bit her lip to hide her reflexive rebuttal to Lang’s words. After calming her rumbling heart, she tried to speak in a flat voice.
“...It’s not a worry, it’s a concern.”
“Don’t they both mean the same thing?”
“But isn’t there a difference in feel? Surely a master wouldn’t be unaware of that.”
“Of course.”
When Sylvia deliberately provoked him, Lang fell for it. She covered Lang’s mouth and without hesitation, she turned around and started walking around the garden. However, after a short while, she had no choice but to stop again. This time, Sylvia frowned and turned around at Lang.
“Why do you keep following me? Go your own way.”
“Ah, that’s it. Somehow, I feel familiar with you, Madam. I feel more comfortable with you than with other people... Ah! This isn’t a joke! Seriously! Madam, you’re absolutely! Not my type!”
Lang jumped up and down, as if he was scared of Randall, and insisted on his innocence. Sylvia swallowed a sigh, uncomfortable with his words that he felt familiar with her. The reason Lang felt familiar with Sylvia was probably because of the darkness she possessed. She usually walked around so calmly that even Randall could not sense her, but it seemed that Lang, born a demon, was more sensitive to darkness.
“But Ma’am. You said your hometown is in the South? How is the South different from the North? After all, the only human world I’ve ever experienced is the North. If I get the chance, I’d like to go to the South too.”
Lang followed Sylvia around, chattering nonstop. However, Sylvia ignored his words and focused on walking, half in hopes that Lang might notice the darkness inside her, and half in fear of being wary of the demons that had become her body. At that moment, a rustling sound was heard from the nearby grass. Lang opened her eyes wide and looked into the bushes where the sound came from.
“I think I just heard something here...”
He pushed aside the tangled bushes one by one with both hands. Then, beneath the bushes, he saw a pure white rabbit groaning. There was a hint of red blood on the grass where the rabbit was sitting. He noticed a scratch on its hind leg.
“Oh. It looks like you hurt your leg.”
Lang clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry, then reached out his hand towards the rabbit.
"For a moment...!"
Sylvia instinctively tried to grab Lang's wrist. All the demons she had seen had found joy in tormenting and harming the living beings of the human world. No matter how much Lang was a pacifist faction, it was ultimately just his own will. And with the rabbit bleeding, Sylvia unconsciously tried to stop him, thinking that instinct might overcome reason.
“Easy, good.”
Lang let out a small whisper and carefully wrapped both hands around the rabbit's neck instead of twisting it. He placed the rabbit on his palms and examined the wounds from side to side.
“It looks like a rabbit that was raised in the kitchen. How did it get so injured? Hmm, it seems like it would be difficult to treat a living creature in the human world in the same way as a monster...”
Lang observed the rabbit with an extremely scholarly look and continued to think deeply. That was all. Sylvia froze in the pose she had been trying to stop Lang. The scene before her eyes somehow felt unrealistic. A calm demon in front of a bleeding life. A demon that wouldn’t twist the neck of a life. There was a big difference between hearing Lang’s explanations and seeing it with her own eyes.
While Sylvia froze as if struck by lightning, a servant came running from the kitchen, looking around hurriedly.
“Rabbit! Rabbit... Ah! Hello, Madam!”
The servant who was looking for the rabbit quickly bowed down when he saw Sylvia. Lang approached the servant with cautious steps and showed her the rabbit.
“Are you looking for this guy?”
“Ah! Yes, yes. That’s right. Oh my gosh, you’re hurt.”
“I found it lying here by chance. Take it.”
“Thank you very much. I’m sorry for causing a fuss.”
The servant hurried back, holding the rabbit he had received from Lang in his arms. Lang licked his lips as he watched the servant walk away.
“Would it be unnatural to ask to see how the treatment is done? What do you think, Ma’am?”
“...”
"Ma'am?"
Sylvia, still frozen in shock, finally came to her senses. Without answering Lang’s question, she turned around and went into the castle.
“Madam? Madam! Where are you going!”
Behind her, she heard Lang calling Sylvia, but she didn't stop walking. Sylvia ran back to her room and only after she closed the door behind her was she able to stop her impatient movements.
'What the heck just now...'
The sight Sylvia had seen a moment ago was something that completely denied everything she had known and lived through.
***
Sylvia couldn't sleep until late at night because of the sight she had seen during the day. Randall, who had come into the master bedroom after washing up, tilted his head as if it was unexpected. At that movement, water droplets fell from his hair, and he shook his hair with the towel in his hand.
“Why aren’t you asleep? You’re always asleep these days when I come home.”
Sylvia was a little taken aback by that.
“...You know it’s all your fault, right? By the way, did you come here without drying your hair?”
“It was late so I felt awkward asking you to do this. I could have done this myself.”
Randall shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and began drying his hair. Sylvia, lying on her side with her head resting on one arm, stared at Randall. Randall was drying his hair with both hands raised while wearing a black silk gown. His bronze skin and firm muscles were clearly visible through the gap in his gown.
Sylvia leisurely admired Randall's body without even trying to hide it. Soon, Randall put down the towel and came closer to the bed. Then, Sylvia discovered something and furrowed her brows in discontent. She reached out and lightly lifted Randall's gown, which was next to her and said.
“The marks are all gone?”
"Yes?"
“Here it is.”
Sylvia poked Randall's chest with her fingertips. Randall, whose ears turned red, quickly took a step back and quickly opened the front of his gown.
“Sylvia. No matter what, saying something like that is a bit...”
“...? You shouldn’t be ashamed of what you did to me.”
Sylvia let out a hollow laugh. Randall pretended not to hear and circled around the bed to climb up next to Sylvia. Sylvia was still glaring at Randall’s chest as if she was dissatisfied with something. She finally grabbed Randall’s wrist and climbed onto his body.
“It won’t work. I guess I’ll have to leave it again.”
“Sylvia, wait!”
Randall, who was captured in an instant, shouted urgently, but Sylvia lowered her head, ignoring his resistance.
“Ugh...”
Soft lips landed like butterflies on his tanned flesh. Randall hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand. Sylvia, who saw him, deliberately put her teeth on Randel’s skin mischievously. Following Sylvia’s movements, red petals bloomed one by one on Randall’s chest. When his chest looked like a flower garden.
“Why aren’t you asleep? You’re always asleep these days when I come home.”
Sylvia was a little taken aback by that.
“...You know it’s all your fault, right? By the way, did you come here without drying your hair?”
“It was late so I felt awkward asking you to do this. I could have done this myself.”
Randall shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and began drying his hair. Sylvia, lying on her side with her head resting on one arm, stared at Randall. Randall was drying his hair with both hands raised while wearing a black silk gown. His bronze skin and firm muscles were clearly visible through the gap in his gown.
Sylvia leisurely admired Randall's body without even trying to hide it. Soon, Randall put down the towel and came closer to the bed. Then, Sylvia discovered something and furrowed her brows in discontent. She reached out and lightly lifted Randall's gown, which was next to her and said.
“The marks are all gone?”
"Yes?"
“Here it is.”
Sylvia poked Randall's chest with her fingertips. Randall, whose ears turned red, quickly took a step back and quickly opened the front of his gown.
“Sylvia. No matter what, saying something like that is a bit...”
“...? You shouldn’t be ashamed of what you did to me.”
Sylvia let out a hollow laugh. Randall pretended not to hear and circled around the bed to climb up next to Sylvia. Sylvia was still glaring at Randall’s chest as if she was dissatisfied with something. She finally grabbed Randall’s wrist and climbed onto his body.
“It won’t work. I guess I’ll have to leave it again.”
“Sylvia, wait!”
Randall, who was captured in an instant, shouted urgently, but Sylvia lowered her head, ignoring his resistance.
“Ugh...”
Soft lips landed like butterflies on his tanned flesh. Randall hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand. Sylvia, who saw him, deliberately put her teeth on Randel’s skin mischievously. Following Sylvia’s movements, red petals bloomed one by one on Randall’s chest. When his chest looked like a flower garden.
Boom.
There was a sound of something tearing. Sylvia, who had stopped, raised her head and saw that the sheet Randall had been holding onto while holding back a groan had been ripped.
“...It tore again?”
“...The sheet is too weak.”
Randall also looked at the torn sheet with a bewildered face and made an excuse. Sylvia sighed and sat up.
“How many times has this happened? If we keep doing this, we’ll end up eating up the entire castle. Let’s stop here for today and go to sleep.”
"...Yes?"
Randall looked at Sylvia, who was getting off his body and digging herself into the blanket, with a blank expression. Sylvia looked back at him with an innocent face and asked.
“Aren’t you going to lie down?”
"...Ha"
Randall covered his eyes with one hand, tilted his head back, and gasped for breath. Then he pulled his hand away and looked at Sylvia with his blazing eyes.
“You’ve done this to me and now you’re quitting, Ma’am?”
“...It tore again?”
“...The sheet is too weak.”
Randall also looked at the torn sheet with a bewildered face and made an excuse. Sylvia sighed and sat up.
“How many times has this happened? If we keep doing this, we’ll end up eating up the entire castle. Let’s stop here for today and go to sleep.”
"...Yes?"
Randall looked at Sylvia, who was getting off his body and digging herself into the blanket, with a blank expression. Sylvia looked back at him with an innocent face and asked.
“Aren’t you going to lie down?”
"...Ha"
Randall covered his eyes with one hand, tilted his head back, and gasped for breath. Then he pulled his hand away and looked at Sylvia with his blazing eyes.
“You’ve done this to me and now you’re quitting, Ma’am?”
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