The word 'covet' came out of his mouth just as much as the expression 'have', which made me feel special. Thanks to this, the content of the question became so reckless that the calm tome was deceptive.
And at this moment I felt a grumpy feeling that I didn't want to answer him gently.
At the root of this strange feeling was a repulsion against the attention paid to Rosenite's mind in front of me.
Fortunately, Michael didn't ask because he didn't know. The question was just a rhyme, so he went straight to the point.
"Of course, I believe my Princess defeated her well. What did you warn the eighth Princess?"
"Ah."
What Michael was really curious about was my response. Only then do I also have the desire to answer with sincerity as usual.
In this case, the stronger the claim of ownership, the more Michael would like it. So I deliberately chose the word hard.
"I said Michael would only be imprinted on me."
"Hmm."
But his reaction was not good enough. I said it in a stronger way than my original lines, but is it not good.
At that time, Michael opened his mouth in a sad tone.
"Isn't the imprint the only thing that exists between us?"
"What?"
"Even after removing the imprint, I still have true feelings for the Princess."
"Really?"
"Yes. It seems my heart is not reaching the Princess at all."
Michael touched his left chest with his right hand.
It should have been seen as an oath, but it seemed to press the wounded chest, perhaps because of his deep eyes.
There seemed to be a lot of metaphors and symbols in Michael's words and actions today. I wondered if he was reading a book of poetry every night these days.
I tried to interpret the implication, but it was not easy. It was confusing enough to misinterpret it for no reason and cause a misunderstanding.
It was when I, who blushed for nothing, stared blankly at Michael.
"Uh...?’
Suddenly I realized that Michael was staring at me with darker eyes than usual.
It was a persistent look as if he would not miss any small reaction.
I had a sense of crisis that, at this rate, I might somehow be caught by him by something secretive and shameful within me. I spoke to evoke the atmosphere.
"Even if you don't want me to use a positive speech method."
Michael lowered his gaze deeply to the floor as he was criticized. He looked depressed as if he had been defeated by something.
The shade was quite long. This is because it was connected to two adjacent gardens. After all, it was not enough to surround the edge of the central large garden. After a long time coming inside, I saw an exit.
"What?"
It was dark outside for the time. Raindrops squeezed between the leaves and wet my nose.
"Oh, it's rain."
The rain that quickly intensified knocked on the ground.
I and Michael went back into the shade, but the vine-lined roof was not enough to escape the rain completely.
I raised one hand to make a physical arrangement to replace the umbrella. Then Michael gently wrapped his hand around mine and lowered it.
"May the Princess rest in peace."
Michael grabbed Nightray's sword in his waist. Soon, the curtain spread over the two people's heads like an umbrella.
I laughed a little.
"Do you use Aegis for this?"
"It is the work of protecting my Princess from heaven. It is a glorious use."
"The mana consumption will be enormous."
"Homunculus has a huge amount of mana, so don't worry."
"Yes."
He said he wanted to do it, but leaving it alone was also for the opponent.
"You can go back to my Palace with an umbrella like this."
"It will stop raining on the way. Let's wait a little bit."
Summer rain clouds, which were created during non-wet seasons, are busy spreading local heavy rain from place to place. There was no need to struggle to travel in the rain for no reason.
Shoot.
Rainwater cascaded out of the boundaries. The boundary felt more like a wall than a glass because of the rain that made the view opaque. I also felt trapped alone with Michael in a small dome.
Michael looked at me and asked as if he felt the same thing.
"Isn't it frustrating?"
"It has its own charm. What about Michael?"
The answer came a short time later.
"It's okay if time stops like this because I'm with the Princess."
"Here it goes again."
I smiled and responded, but I was in trouble in my heart. There was no consideration at all that speaking vaguely with a handsome face would complicate the other person's head.
"Do I have to learn how to talk about training?'
By the time of serious consideration, the rain clouds had receded and white light poured down from the open sky to the ground.
"Let's go back now."
"Princess, give me your hand."
The wet ground was squishy and slippery, requiring an escort. I put my hand on Michael's forearm.
It was time to walk away from the muddy water. As I was trying to pass under a long-lived Arum DeLatinus tree, there was a rustling sound from above. At that moment, Michael moved calmly and quickly.
"Princess."
"Oh?!"
A strong arm pulled me by the shoulder, accompanied by a soft call. In an instant, I was hugged tightly by Michael's chest.
Gulp.
It was when I thought I heard the sound of water flowing somewhere. I opened my reflexively closed eyes and looked up at Michael.
Michael's face was full of water. I understood the sudden situation.
The broad Platanus leaves were easy to collect rain. Michael prevented it from pouring out at once.
In exchange for a good complement, Michael was head-to-shoulder.
The bangs were wet on the forehead, and the tip of the nose and chin were dripping with water.
It was hard to open my eyes or the watery black eyelashes fluttered like slow flaps of wings several times.
I looked at the figure with rapture, then came to my senses.
"Put up a barrier. You can't block it with your body."
Michael was embarrassed by the reasonable questioning. Fortunately, I was more busy being sorry for his wetness than hearing the answer.
"Oh no. It's all wet."
"As long as the Princess is not wet."
"It's okay. Stay still."
I took out my handkerchief and began to wipe Michael's face by hand.
"How can a Princess do such trouble? I will do it myself."
"Even if I tell you to stay still."
“...If it's an order."
In any case, Michael did not actively refuse. He acted unusually obediently as if he were unable to win, despite being highly resistant to the orders of the royal family, unlike other Homunculus.
Michael watched me without even blinking, let alone shaking, as I wiped away the water.
The figure seemed to be trying to honor my face, which was concerned about him, in his eyes, and seemed to be concentrating on soaking up the sense of a laid-back touch on his face.
The handkerchief was all wet and lost its utility, but Michael's condition remained. Moisture kept flowing down from the wet bangs.
"Hold my handkerchief."
"Princess?"
Eventually, I began to use my bare hands, turning over my wet handkerchief. A hand without even gloves touched Michael's face. The back of my hand gently wiped off his cheeks and my thumb scanned the water around his eyes.
Even Michael, this was unexpected. The purple eyes shook violently.
"Princess, wait..."
My bare hands are touching his face. The stimulation was too strong. Michael couldn't endure it for long and held my hands.
"Oh..."
I only then realized that I had been in contact without inside or outside.
"Mi, I'm sorry. I don't know what to do with your face... Excuse me."
"Oh, no, no, no apology... I'm just a little surprised."
Our faces were red. In an awkward atmosphere, I slipped aside and Michael covered his mouth with the back of his hand pretending to wipe off the water.
After a while, I hesitated and suggested.
"My Palace is close to here, so let's go to my place to wash and change clothes."
An important fact came into Michael's head just in time. He nodded.
"That would be nice since it happens to be Wednesday."
"Oh."
Then I remembered Eve, too. Today was the first day of overtime work since the martial arts event.
During the martial arts meeting, a large-scale construction took place in my residence. It was the construction of a bathhouse.
The unused room was renovated to connect water pipes and tiles. Around the circular bath, marble columns were embedded and a dome roof was placed to create a pavilion feel.
When the stream of water from the eaves formed a face and fell like a curtain, the bathroom looked like a temple of small water.
To his credit, Michael was able to wash himself in a bath dedicated to me. As usual, the young servant comes and helps him with the bath.
The vacation was said, pouring various petals into the bath.
"Her Highness is busy now with his political affairs. I think you can take your time to prepare."
"Then, can I take a soak by myself for a while?"
"Yes, Lord Agnito. Please call me later. You can't wash up alone like last time."
He is now accustomed to the enthusiasm of the employees, who have been unable to help him at night. Michael nodded, "I got it."
Michael, who was finally alone, swept his wet hair and looked up at the ceiling.
"Whoa."
The sigh soaked into the humid air in the bathroom. His handsome face was full of anguish.
Michael recalled in his head what had happened while he was with Eve earlier.
As usual, he stayed by Eve's side and went on a daily walk, but he put his heart and soul into every word he said to her and everything he did. It was like playing an instrument with so much concentration that his nerves wore out.
It seemed that he would have done his best if he had done the variation of kissing her fingers under the constraints of being a knight. Sadly, however, the effect was insufficient for Eve, whether it was the limit of natural charm or the deviation of taste.
Of course, it wasn't something he was already frustrated or disappointed about because he never thought it would be easy in the first place. The problem was elsewhere.
Michael was afraid of revealing his true feelings, so he blocked it because it was a stimulating way of speaking. He was depressed when an unexpected opportunity arose.
The beautiful plane tree collected the rainwater and poured it down at just the right time.
It was natural to protect Eve. However, he instinctively felt that he had to take that hit with his body.
Being baptized with water does not mean you will be injured, but the effect of bringing out Eve's emotions will be similar.
And in fact, in Michael's case, it was better not to get injured. He was so strong that it would have been counterproductive if he got hurt for a trivial reason.
'Water baptism is perfect.'
In any case, Eve reacted as expected. Eve was more agitated than ever as if his were appearance to maximize the pitifulness. Although it was mainly pity, he was glad that the longing eyes were fixed.
But when Eve fumbled with her bare hands to wipe his face, problems arose. He thought it was the most fascinating caress in the world, that gentle touch.
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