Deborah took a deep breath without realizing it.
On a very messy bed.
Because her eyes met with Bellona's, who was climbing on top of Carsis and kissing him.
Unlike Deborah, who was stiff in her seat, Bellona smiled leisurely.
“I, that’s...”
Deborah stuttered, embarrassed by the sight of the two people naked together.
However, as if they had been waiting for her to come, the kiss between the two gradually became more intense, and she had no choice but to run away.
Bang!
Deborah ran away and roughly closed the door.
Deborah's body trembled slightly as if she had seen something she should never have seen.
“What the... that was just now...”
One step at a time.
Deborah barely made it to the center of the room but collapsed on the floor before she could even reach the bed.
Do you want to deny what you saw?
She shook her head vigorously from side to side.
As if it were a welcome sight, what she had just seen did not become reality.
“Why is Carsis with Elizabeth...”
She thought Carsis had accepted her.
Was it all just her own delusion?
“That’s ridiculous...”
There was despair in her low, hushed voice.
At first, Deborah is satisfied with just drinking Carsis' blood.
Drinking his blood felt like new energy was injected into her body, which had difficulty even moving.
Deborah could still clearly see Elizabeth's past self giving her Carsis as a gift.
"This is my knight escort, Carsis. Believe it or not, just touching Carsis will make you feel more energetic. Drinking his blood will make it even better."
You're not a monster, so you're drinking human blood.
She had been eating anything good for her health since she was young, but she had no desire to drink human blood.
The moment she drank it, she felt like she was turning into a monster.
Moreover, it was unpleasant to know that the man disguised as a knight was actually a slave.
In some ways, it was a proposal that could be seen as the Cretian family ignoring the Duke Oroz
So Deborah firmly refused.
"It’s okay. Even though I have a weak body, I would get sick if I ate food that fell on the street. I will only accept the heart of Lady Elizabeth, who is worried about me."
"If that is what you really want, Deborah, then there is nothing I can do. If you change your mind, please let me know at any time."
But Deborah's determination did not last long.
That day, she was feeling worse than usual due to the flu.
Deborah could not forget the hand of the man who helped her up when she fell.
A refreshing feeling that instantly cools down the hot air.
As Elizabeth said, the moment Deborah touched Carsis, she could feel a different energy seeping into her body than before.
After that, Deborah's attitude towards Carsis changed.
She wanted Carsis's blood and more than that.
She wanted to be comforted and touched by those hands that seemed to breathe new life into her.
But unlike Deborah, who was so desperate, Carsis didn't even pay attention to her.
He drew an invisible line with Deborah, acting as if she were a patient.
But that day was different.
This spring.
The day leading up to Elizabeth and the Crown Prince's wedding was a strange one.
The atmosphere around Elizabeth had changed for some unknown reason, and Carsis had also changed.
He didn't just feed Deborah blood out of obligation like he used to.
He kissed her, took off her clothes, and...
'What happened after that?'
For a moment, her memory was not clear, like a lost puzzle piece.
Suddenly, everything started to become hazy, like dark clouds in a clear sky.
“What the heck...”
Clearly, she is Karsis and...
Deborah was biting her fingernails as if she was confused.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Deborah was startled and turned around.
Who could it be, the person who will visit me at this hour?
Deborah couldn't bring herself to say "come in" because she felt some inexplicable anxiety, so her lips wouldn't move.
But as if Deborah's opinion had not been important in the first place, the door flew open.
The next person to appear was a red-haired maid.
The one who was next to Elizabeth earlier this afternoon.
“...I never gave you permission to come in.”
“The young lady sent it.”
The maid, whose expression did not change even in the face of her scolding, was holding a small tray in her hand.
And on the tray was a familiar glass bottle.
“The lady told me that you might need this.”
Then, Jenna put the vial down on the floor where Deborah was sitting.
An attitude like feeding a dog.
Deborah felt as if someone was whispering in her ear, 'You should drink the blood of Carsis and get away.'
Deborah's fists clenched at the first humiliation she had experienced.
“Then, please rest.”
It was an attitude of disloyalty that had no trace of courtesy.
But what annoys her more than the arrogant maid's attitude is...
It was a faint groan that could be heard from the next room.
Even without trying hard to hear, Deborah could picture in her head who the owner of the voice was and what he was doing on the other side of the wall.
Deborah screamed, clutching at her hair, anger welling up inside her chest.
Then she threw the glass bottle that was lying in front of her against the wall.
Red drops of blood spurted everywhere, accompanied by an ear-piercing cracking sound.
The sound of running footsteps and the sound of a door closing were heard in quick succession.
Only then did I break away from Carsis, as if I had finished my work.
No, I was about to fall.
Until Carsis pulled my waist closer, trapping me in his arms.
“How cruel. You made her sit in the next room and showed her with your own hands how we were eating.”
“I guess you’ve grown attached to her since you’ve slept with her once? Judging from the way you’re worried about Deborah.”
I laughed as if Carsis' words were funny.
In fact, the laughter was directed at Carsis.
It was also a self-deprecating mockery of myself for taking childish revenge.
As soon as I saw Deborah's face in the palace, I suddenly remembered what had happened at the Oroz mansion.
On the bed in an empty room with no one in it.
Carsis's kiss seemed like it would swallow up Deborah.
'I find it funny too. I said he could do whatever he wanted.'
A few drops of Carsis' blood were enough to care for Deborah's frail body.
Of course, mixing their bodies and receiving Carsis was more effective than drinking blood.
So I gave Carsis a choice.
"If I continue like this, Deborah might die at any moment. So you take care of Deborah."
"For example?"
"Share your blood. Well... If you want, you can sleep with Deborah. Deborah is quite pretty, after all."
But contrary to what I said, Carsis only gave Deborah the right amount of blood.
Deborah seemed to want more than that...
But as soon as I lost my memories, I was annoyed at Carsis for doing such a thing with Deborah as if he had been waiting for it.
I think I felt a little bit of betrayal.
So, I wanted to pay it forward. First of all, to Deborah.
“How was it? Deborah... was it good?”
More than me?
I asked, putting my arm around Carsis' shoulder.
My sharp gaze fell on Carsis.
He read the reproach in my eyes and muttered softly.
“I didn’t do it.”
"What?"
“I didn’t sleep with Deborah that day.”
I frowned at Carsis's answer.
My expression showed that I couldn't believe what he was saying.
“Deborah doesn’t seem to think so.”
“That must be her imagination. Or maybe it was an illusion. She was on drugs that day.”
Whenever Deborah felt extremely unwell, she would burn an incense called cornus.
Cornus, which gives off a scent similar to lavender when burned, numbs the body's senses and relieves pain when inhaled, but if too much is absorbed into the body, it can sometimes cause hallucinations.
Only then did the corners of my lips twist as I remembered the scent of lavender I had smelled from Karsis.
“You played me perfectly, Carsis.”
He tricked me into losing my memory.
Deliberately pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be pitiful...
He deceived the innocent Ellie, who knew nothing.
I asked, going over each and every action Carsis had taken against me in the past.
Despite my sharp voice, My face looked quite happy.
“Why on earth would you do such a cute thing?”
Carsis raised his hand and stroked my cheek.
“Because it’s annoying.”
“...”
“It’s so disgusting to see you, who has lost your memory, hanging out with the Crown Prince.”
On a very messy bed.
Because her eyes met with Bellona's, who was climbing on top of Carsis and kissing him.
Unlike Deborah, who was stiff in her seat, Bellona smiled leisurely.
“I, that’s...”
Deborah stuttered, embarrassed by the sight of the two people naked together.
However, as if they had been waiting for her to come, the kiss between the two gradually became more intense, and she had no choice but to run away.
Bang!
Deborah ran away and roughly closed the door.
Deborah's body trembled slightly as if she had seen something she should never have seen.
“What the... that was just now...”
One step at a time.
Deborah barely made it to the center of the room but collapsed on the floor before she could even reach the bed.
Do you want to deny what you saw?
She shook her head vigorously from side to side.
As if it were a welcome sight, what she had just seen did not become reality.
“Why is Carsis with Elizabeth...”
She thought Carsis had accepted her.
Was it all just her own delusion?
“That’s ridiculous...”
There was despair in her low, hushed voice.
At first, Deborah is satisfied with just drinking Carsis' blood.
Drinking his blood felt like new energy was injected into her body, which had difficulty even moving.
Deborah could still clearly see Elizabeth's past self giving her Carsis as a gift.
"This is my knight escort, Carsis. Believe it or not, just touching Carsis will make you feel more energetic. Drinking his blood will make it even better."
You're not a monster, so you're drinking human blood.
She had been eating anything good for her health since she was young, but she had no desire to drink human blood.
The moment she drank it, she felt like she was turning into a monster.
Moreover, it was unpleasant to know that the man disguised as a knight was actually a slave.
In some ways, it was a proposal that could be seen as the Cretian family ignoring the Duke Oroz
So Deborah firmly refused.
"It’s okay. Even though I have a weak body, I would get sick if I ate food that fell on the street. I will only accept the heart of Lady Elizabeth, who is worried about me."
"If that is what you really want, Deborah, then there is nothing I can do. If you change your mind, please let me know at any time."
But Deborah's determination did not last long.
That day, she was feeling worse than usual due to the flu.
Deborah could not forget the hand of the man who helped her up when she fell.
A refreshing feeling that instantly cools down the hot air.
As Elizabeth said, the moment Deborah touched Carsis, she could feel a different energy seeping into her body than before.
After that, Deborah's attitude towards Carsis changed.
She wanted Carsis's blood and more than that.
She wanted to be comforted and touched by those hands that seemed to breathe new life into her.
But unlike Deborah, who was so desperate, Carsis didn't even pay attention to her.
He drew an invisible line with Deborah, acting as if she were a patient.
But that day was different.
This spring.
The day leading up to Elizabeth and the Crown Prince's wedding was a strange one.
The atmosphere around Elizabeth had changed for some unknown reason, and Carsis had also changed.
He didn't just feed Deborah blood out of obligation like he used to.
He kissed her, took off her clothes, and...
'What happened after that?'
For a moment, her memory was not clear, like a lost puzzle piece.
Suddenly, everything started to become hazy, like dark clouds in a clear sky.
“What the heck...”
Clearly, she is Karsis and...
Deborah was biting her fingernails as if she was confused.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Deborah was startled and turned around.
Who could it be, the person who will visit me at this hour?
Deborah couldn't bring herself to say "come in" because she felt some inexplicable anxiety, so her lips wouldn't move.
But as if Deborah's opinion had not been important in the first place, the door flew open.
The next person to appear was a red-haired maid.
The one who was next to Elizabeth earlier this afternoon.
“...I never gave you permission to come in.”
“The young lady sent it.”
The maid, whose expression did not change even in the face of her scolding, was holding a small tray in her hand.
And on the tray was a familiar glass bottle.
“The lady told me that you might need this.”
Then, Jenna put the vial down on the floor where Deborah was sitting.
An attitude like feeding a dog.
Deborah felt as if someone was whispering in her ear, 'You should drink the blood of Carsis and get away.'
Deborah's fists clenched at the first humiliation she had experienced.
“Then, please rest.”
It was an attitude of disloyalty that had no trace of courtesy.
But what annoys her more than the arrogant maid's attitude is...
It was a faint groan that could be heard from the next room.
Even without trying hard to hear, Deborah could picture in her head who the owner of the voice was and what he was doing on the other side of the wall.
Deborah screamed, clutching at her hair, anger welling up inside her chest.
Then she threw the glass bottle that was lying in front of her against the wall.
Red drops of blood spurted everywhere, accompanied by an ear-piercing cracking sound.
***
The sound of running footsteps and the sound of a door closing were heard in quick succession.
Only then did I break away from Carsis, as if I had finished my work.
No, I was about to fall.
Until Carsis pulled my waist closer, trapping me in his arms.
“How cruel. You made her sit in the next room and showed her with your own hands how we were eating.”
“I guess you’ve grown attached to her since you’ve slept with her once? Judging from the way you’re worried about Deborah.”
I laughed as if Carsis' words were funny.
In fact, the laughter was directed at Carsis.
It was also a self-deprecating mockery of myself for taking childish revenge.
As soon as I saw Deborah's face in the palace, I suddenly remembered what had happened at the Oroz mansion.
On the bed in an empty room with no one in it.
Carsis's kiss seemed like it would swallow up Deborah.
'I find it funny too. I said he could do whatever he wanted.'
A few drops of Carsis' blood were enough to care for Deborah's frail body.
Of course, mixing their bodies and receiving Carsis was more effective than drinking blood.
So I gave Carsis a choice.
"If I continue like this, Deborah might die at any moment. So you take care of Deborah."
"For example?"
"Share your blood. Well... If you want, you can sleep with Deborah. Deborah is quite pretty, after all."
But contrary to what I said, Carsis only gave Deborah the right amount of blood.
Deborah seemed to want more than that...
But as soon as I lost my memories, I was annoyed at Carsis for doing such a thing with Deborah as if he had been waiting for it.
I think I felt a little bit of betrayal.
So, I wanted to pay it forward. First of all, to Deborah.
“How was it? Deborah... was it good?”
More than me?
I asked, putting my arm around Carsis' shoulder.
My sharp gaze fell on Carsis.
He read the reproach in my eyes and muttered softly.
“I didn’t do it.”
"What?"
“I didn’t sleep with Deborah that day.”
I frowned at Carsis's answer.
My expression showed that I couldn't believe what he was saying.
“Deborah doesn’t seem to think so.”
“That must be her imagination. Or maybe it was an illusion. She was on drugs that day.”
Whenever Deborah felt extremely unwell, she would burn an incense called cornus.
Cornus, which gives off a scent similar to lavender when burned, numbs the body's senses and relieves pain when inhaled, but if too much is absorbed into the body, it can sometimes cause hallucinations.
Only then did the corners of my lips twist as I remembered the scent of lavender I had smelled from Karsis.
“You played me perfectly, Carsis.”
He tricked me into losing my memory.
Deliberately pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be pitiful...
He deceived the innocent Ellie, who knew nothing.
I asked, going over each and every action Carsis had taken against me in the past.
Despite my sharp voice, My face looked quite happy.
“Why on earth would you do such a cute thing?”
Carsis raised his hand and stroked my cheek.
“Because it’s annoying.”
“...”
“It’s so disgusting to see you, who has lost your memory, hanging out with the Crown Prince.”
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