She took a sip of tea and tried to calm her excitement. In just a little while, the master would be sitting right in front of her, right across from her. She would finally be able to see the master’s face that she had longed to see.
Kai's cool, sweet, strangely soft voice came to her mind. His voice was the most captivating and pleasant voice she had ever heard from a man. The second was...
“That’s right, that guy. I wonder what happened.”
The second-best voice owner - a man named Martin Silva - has not appeared in her dreams recently. Since then, she has occasionally heard his voice in her dreams. However, unlike the second dream, the voice has become more distant and faint, which makes her wonder.
Now that she think about it, there was something strange. While Martin Silva had been appearing in her dreams, she hadn't met Kai. Since she had recently met Kai again, the dreams had not invaded her sleep even once. And...
It seemed like Martin appeared in her dreams every time she drank honey tea instead of rose tea for two or three days in a row. But how could that be? It was just a coincidence, but it was somehow strange.
At that moment, a squeaking sound of the glass door opening was heard behind her. Angie turned around, holding a teacup in one hand. A tall, muscular silhouette was standing in front of the door.
Angie unconsciously put the teacup down on the table and placed her hand on her chest instead. Her heart, wrapped in a thick cape coat, was beating terribly.
Lord Kai...?
Each of his broad shoulders and long limbs came elegantly closer. Angie knew instinctively.
It's Kai.
The figure wrapped in black began to slowly move away from the dark side of the moonlight. The shadows that had been covering his face were slowly revealing their shape.
How...?
A silent sigh escaped Angie's lips. Before she knew it, she was up from her seat and standing tall next to the table.
This is ridiculous, that guy...!
Angie's hand hurriedly covered her mouth. The gesture caused the table to shake slightly, and the teacup on the edge fell to the floor. The teacup cracked in half with a dull, crunching sound.
"OMG...!"
Martinez da Silva groaned and jerked his upper body up. His pajamas were soaked with sweat. He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
The girl who had not appeared for a while appeared again in the dream. Her face, which was too mature to be a girl and too young and pure to be a woman, was filled with surprise. She covered her mouth with one hand as if she had been shocked by something. Just like Martin's own, a pair of green eyes were shaking with extreme agitation as if she had seen some kind of scary monster.
Martin tried to hold on a little longer to see what she was looking at. But something outside of his consciousness kept trying to pull his subconscious back to reality. Eventually, the dream was pushed away by that unknown force, and he woke up against his will.
“That girl... This can’t go on like this.”
Martin jumped out of bed. Even though he drank cold tap water, his thirst did not go away easily. He took off his sweaty shirt and leaned against the window.
The tall, muscular men glowed darkly in the moonlight shining through the window. Beyond the moonlight, the steel frames of construction sites, the city hall, and the chimneys of factories that had been temporarily suspended for the night shone faintly. Unlike the cheerful daytime, the nights of the capital city, Citadel, were as desolate as any other city.
“We have to save that kid.”
The woman was in danger. He was the only one who could save her.
But how...? I don’t know the girl’s name, and I don’t know how. Even if I knew...
Martin leaned his black hair, which fell below his ears, against the top of the refrigerator. He closed his eyes tightly with mixed feelings. Even if he knew, he couldn't come forward rashly.
No, it would be foolish to come forward. He couldn't risk the life he had worked so hard to build for someone he didn't even know, not even his blood relative or any relationship with.
Besides, this isn't just a simple risk.
His fiancée Bryn and her father will definitely stop him.
"Martin, no. We barely escaped that island, and now we're caught up in it again. It's dangerous to go out there rashly until the fog surrounding the island clears."
But...
Martin walked over to the shelf and tipped a jug of water over the wash bowl. He plunged his head into the cold water until the back of his head started to ache. But it had the opposite effect. Instead of coming to his senses, he felt more confused and clouded as if his brain was being confused by the icy water.
He can't forget those eyes.
The girl was a striking beauty. She had large, sparkling green eyes, clear skin, and long, blond hair that sparkled like sunlight. Her face, which looked to be in her mid-to-late teens, was very beautiful. Her appearance was so dazzling and captivating that it was impossible for anyone, young or old, to not fall in love with her.
But Martin was deeply in love with his fiancée, Bryn Meyer Armitage. It wasn't because he was rationally attracted to the girl in his dreams that he couldn't let her go. It was because of her eyes.
At first, she was floating in the fog, her eyes tightly shut as if she were drowning in water. Martin tried several times to talk to her. Every time, the woman opened her eyes wide just before he woke up from his dream. He couldn't tell whether she saw him or not.
He wiped his wet hair with a towel and looked at the pocket watch hanging on the hanger. It was just past five in the morning. He quickly changed into his uniform. He was so distracted that he thought it would be better to go to work at the crack of dawn.
Martin opened the door of the old building only after putting on his thick coat. The February dawn air was as cold as midwinter. He stepped onto the hard stone pavement and pulled his hat down low on his head. The design of an eagle spreading its wings toward the sky caught his eye.
It was a symbol representing the capital of the Kingdom of Vintergar, the Citadel Police Department. Despite its small territory, Vintergar was recovering the fastest after the Great War. It was quickly shedding its previous absolute monarchy and is currently in the transitional phase of becoming a constitutional monarchy.
With the establishment of factories capable of mass production and the invention of electricity, the industry of Vintergar was advancing day by day. The times were changing rapidly. Everyone was even discussing without hesitation that it might not be such a far-fetched idea that the royal family would be completely abolished and transformed into a republic.
It was a completely different story from the Trieste Empire across the border. The neighboring country seemed to be falling into a dark age under the influence of the illusory royal family and the powerful Duke of Blackwell. Rumors were rife that the collateral branches of the Duke's family were actually ruling the country on behalf of the absent Duke and the incompetent King, trying to return the country to the feudal society it had been before the war.
As soon as he arrived at the police station, Martin spread out a maritime map and became absorbed in thought. There was a small circle drawn on one side of the sea area near Wintegar and Trieste.
Angie's lips trembled uncontrollably in surprise. She brought her other hand to her mouth. The man who had revealed his identity in the darkness was not someone she had seen before.
The purple-black hair reflected in the moonlight flowed softly over the forehead in voluminous curls. It was the same hair she had seen before, on the same quiet night, under the same bluish moonlight. And the face that did not seem like a person from this world was also familiar.
The dark, wave-colored eyes and the nose and lips between them were so elegant and perfect. Oh, what should I say?
Kai's cool, sweet, strangely soft voice came to her mind. His voice was the most captivating and pleasant voice she had ever heard from a man. The second was...
“That’s right, that guy. I wonder what happened.”
The second-best voice owner - a man named Martin Silva - has not appeared in her dreams recently. Since then, she has occasionally heard his voice in her dreams. However, unlike the second dream, the voice has become more distant and faint, which makes her wonder.
Now that she think about it, there was something strange. While Martin Silva had been appearing in her dreams, she hadn't met Kai. Since she had recently met Kai again, the dreams had not invaded her sleep even once. And...
It seemed like Martin appeared in her dreams every time she drank honey tea instead of rose tea for two or three days in a row. But how could that be? It was just a coincidence, but it was somehow strange.
At that moment, a squeaking sound of the glass door opening was heard behind her. Angie turned around, holding a teacup in one hand. A tall, muscular silhouette was standing in front of the door.
Angie unconsciously put the teacup down on the table and placed her hand on her chest instead. Her heart, wrapped in a thick cape coat, was beating terribly.
Lord Kai...?
Each of his broad shoulders and long limbs came elegantly closer. Angie knew instinctively.
It's Kai.
The figure wrapped in black began to slowly move away from the dark side of the moonlight. The shadows that had been covering his face were slowly revealing their shape.
How...?
A silent sigh escaped Angie's lips. Before she knew it, she was up from her seat and standing tall next to the table.
This is ridiculous, that guy...!
Angie's hand hurriedly covered her mouth. The gesture caused the table to shake slightly, and the teacup on the edge fell to the floor. The teacup cracked in half with a dull, crunching sound.
***
"OMG...!"
Martinez da Silva groaned and jerked his upper body up. His pajamas were soaked with sweat. He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
The girl who had not appeared for a while appeared again in the dream. Her face, which was too mature to be a girl and too young and pure to be a woman, was filled with surprise. She covered her mouth with one hand as if she had been shocked by something. Just like Martin's own, a pair of green eyes were shaking with extreme agitation as if she had seen some kind of scary monster.
Martin tried to hold on a little longer to see what she was looking at. But something outside of his consciousness kept trying to pull his subconscious back to reality. Eventually, the dream was pushed away by that unknown force, and he woke up against his will.
“That girl... This can’t go on like this.”
Martin jumped out of bed. Even though he drank cold tap water, his thirst did not go away easily. He took off his sweaty shirt and leaned against the window.
The tall, muscular men glowed darkly in the moonlight shining through the window. Beyond the moonlight, the steel frames of construction sites, the city hall, and the chimneys of factories that had been temporarily suspended for the night shone faintly. Unlike the cheerful daytime, the nights of the capital city, Citadel, were as desolate as any other city.
“We have to save that kid.”
The woman was in danger. He was the only one who could save her.
But how...? I don’t know the girl’s name, and I don’t know how. Even if I knew...
Martin leaned his black hair, which fell below his ears, against the top of the refrigerator. He closed his eyes tightly with mixed feelings. Even if he knew, he couldn't come forward rashly.
No, it would be foolish to come forward. He couldn't risk the life he had worked so hard to build for someone he didn't even know, not even his blood relative or any relationship with.
Besides, this isn't just a simple risk.
His fiancée Bryn and her father will definitely stop him.
"Martin, no. We barely escaped that island, and now we're caught up in it again. It's dangerous to go out there rashly until the fog surrounding the island clears."
But...
Martin walked over to the shelf and tipped a jug of water over the wash bowl. He plunged his head into the cold water until the back of his head started to ache. But it had the opposite effect. Instead of coming to his senses, he felt more confused and clouded as if his brain was being confused by the icy water.
He can't forget those eyes.
The girl was a striking beauty. She had large, sparkling green eyes, clear skin, and long, blond hair that sparkled like sunlight. Her face, which looked to be in her mid-to-late teens, was very beautiful. Her appearance was so dazzling and captivating that it was impossible for anyone, young or old, to not fall in love with her.
But Martin was deeply in love with his fiancée, Bryn Meyer Armitage. It wasn't because he was rationally attracted to the girl in his dreams that he couldn't let her go. It was because of her eyes.
At first, she was floating in the fog, her eyes tightly shut as if she were drowning in water. Martin tried several times to talk to her. Every time, the woman opened her eyes wide just before he woke up from his dream. He couldn't tell whether she saw him or not.
He wiped his wet hair with a towel and looked at the pocket watch hanging on the hanger. It was just past five in the morning. He quickly changed into his uniform. He was so distracted that he thought it would be better to go to work at the crack of dawn.
Martin opened the door of the old building only after putting on his thick coat. The February dawn air was as cold as midwinter. He stepped onto the hard stone pavement and pulled his hat down low on his head. The design of an eagle spreading its wings toward the sky caught his eye.
It was a symbol representing the capital of the Kingdom of Vintergar, the Citadel Police Department. Despite its small territory, Vintergar was recovering the fastest after the Great War. It was quickly shedding its previous absolute monarchy and is currently in the transitional phase of becoming a constitutional monarchy.
With the establishment of factories capable of mass production and the invention of electricity, the industry of Vintergar was advancing day by day. The times were changing rapidly. Everyone was even discussing without hesitation that it might not be such a far-fetched idea that the royal family would be completely abolished and transformed into a republic.
It was a completely different story from the Trieste Empire across the border. The neighboring country seemed to be falling into a dark age under the influence of the illusory royal family and the powerful Duke of Blackwell. Rumors were rife that the collateral branches of the Duke's family were actually ruling the country on behalf of the absent Duke and the incompetent King, trying to return the country to the feudal society it had been before the war.
As soon as he arrived at the police station, Martin spread out a maritime map and became absorbed in thought. There was a small circle drawn on one side of the sea area near Wintegar and Trieste.
***
Angie's lips trembled uncontrollably in surprise. She brought her other hand to her mouth. The man who had revealed his identity in the darkness was not someone she had seen before.
The purple-black hair reflected in the moonlight flowed softly over the forehead in voluminous curls. It was the same hair she had seen before, on the same quiet night, under the same bluish moonlight. And the face that did not seem like a person from this world was also familiar.
The dark, wave-colored eyes and the nose and lips between them were so elegant and perfect. Oh, what should I say?
He was so beautiful. It was as if a dazzling archangel or Prince from a fairy tale or legend had appeared before her eyes.
“You... clearly before...last year, on New Year’s Eve...”
Angie barely opened her mouth to speak to the man who had stopped a few steps away. It was definitely him. Her mother and father had assumed she was dreaming or sleepwalking, but it was definitely the unidentified man she had encountered in the forest the other day when she had heard the strange echoes.
She had no memory of what happened after she encountered him. When she opened her eyes again the next day, she was in her bed in her room as usual, and her parents insisted that she was just dreaming. But it wasn't a dream. She could swear to God.
“I saw you then. You saw me too.”
The man took a step closer. His loose white cravat, gray vest, and black coat that reached down to his ankles brushed past him. Because he was so tall, his overall outline looked threatening. However, the next moment, the tone that flowed from his mouth was very soft.
“Angie.”
It was a voice she knew well. Always at an appropriate distance, always dreamy, sometimes like dew soaking into a flower petal, its low, sweet tone was very familiar to Angie's ears.
“Kai...?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Kai.”
“You... clearly before...last year, on New Year’s Eve...”
Angie barely opened her mouth to speak to the man who had stopped a few steps away. It was definitely him. Her mother and father had assumed she was dreaming or sleepwalking, but it was definitely the unidentified man she had encountered in the forest the other day when she had heard the strange echoes.
She had no memory of what happened after she encountered him. When she opened her eyes again the next day, she was in her bed in her room as usual, and her parents insisted that she was just dreaming. But it wasn't a dream. She could swear to God.
“I saw you then. You saw me too.”
The man took a step closer. His loose white cravat, gray vest, and black coat that reached down to his ankles brushed past him. Because he was so tall, his overall outline looked threatening. However, the next moment, the tone that flowed from his mouth was very soft.
“Angie.”
It was a voice she knew well. Always at an appropriate distance, always dreamy, sometimes like dew soaking into a flower petal, its low, sweet tone was very familiar to Angie's ears.
“Kai...?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Kai.”
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