It seemed that I had lost consciousness once or twice.
It was because my body was a little weak to handle his rush of desires.
I repeatedly fell asleep and woke up like a sleeper, and before I knew it, it was dawn.
Was it about four o'clock? Or five a clock?
Thinking so, I stood up.
As I poured the water from the nightstand into a cup, his strong forearms suddenly wrapped around my waist.
I don't know when he woke up, but the Kisian pulled my body back into my arms.
"Kishian, did you wake up because of me?"
"It's not because of you. I just woke up."
He woke up because I tossed and turned to drink water, but he pretended not to be a burden.
Then he began to tickle me on the back of my head.
My whole body was so tickled that I flinched, so I gently pushed my head away.
Instead, he turned and looked directly at him.
"Kishian."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank you."
He blinked silently as if he didn't expect to hear a thank you from early in the morning.
Before he asked me what I was thankful for, I told him first.
"Thank you for winning the competition."
"..."
"And thank you for recognizing me."
Kishian, who had been listening to me quietly, suddenly burst out laughing.
"That sound again. Weirdly, I don't recognize you."
He said it was strange not to recognize me, but he wasn't at all.
My sister looks exactly like me down to every hair.
Even my father wouldn't be able to distinguish between us so easily.
Still, he recognized me.
He recognized me without the slightest hesitation, and this gave me great courage.
I had lived as an Imitation of Letie all my life, and it was the first time I was chosen as myself.
"It's a matter of course that you don't need to be grateful for."
The attitude of refusing to my thank was somehow so bad that I laughed a little.
I nodded in agreement and gently leaned my forehead against his chest
"But thank you. Above all, you came back unharmed. If you even got hurt to win, I must have been sad."
For a moment, I felt Kishian's body twitch.
I looked up and studied his face.
I looked at him so carefully and looked at him with a smile that seemed to be worried about something.
"Kishian?"
"Hmm... Now I have to say that I don't actually get hurt."
Apparently, he was wondering if he could tell me about his peculiar constitution.
He would have been hesitant to reveal what he had been hiding since he was in the imperial family.
In fact, I had already heard about his constitution through Albrecht, but I asked him without knowing it.
"You don't get hurt, what do you mean?"
"Even if I get hurt, my wounds heal in an instant. It would be quicker to show it to you."
Kishian stood up and picked up a candlestick from the nightstand.
When the candle was removed from the candlestick, it was revealed that it had been sharpened to hold the candle
With that, he stabbed his forearm without hesitation
"Kishian!"
Even though I already knew that these wounds were nothing to him, I was surprised for a moment and stood up.
Meanwhile, Kishian, who had stabbed his forearm deeper and bleeding profusely, showed me the part in front of me.
An amazing thing happened that I couldn't believe when I saw it.
The blood that had flowed out of the wound had begun to seep back into the wound.
As if he had turned back time, the blood was absorbed again, and the gaping skin narrowed and tightened.
At that moment, the scars disappeared without a trace.
He had this kind of constitution.
I couldn't speak because I witnessed an unreal scene right in front of me.
I stared blankly at the wound and he explained in a low voice
"It's been like this since I was born. Small wounds like now heal in an instant, and big wounds take a little longer, but they disappear in about an hour."
"Oh... Is that why you came back unscathed?"
Nodding his head, he suddenly asked a strange question.
"Do you think it's gross?"
"No, I don't think so. I was just surprised."
His eyes, which had been a little hardened, softened and relaxed.
I pretended not to notice and carefully smoothed the wound.
"Is it an innate ability? Or is it a trait that has been passed down from generation to generation?"
"It's been passed down from generation to generation. From a very distant ancestor."
I was half-up in surprise, and Kishian pulled me back into his arms.
"Do you remember the story of the Lyssenblume flower?"
"Yes, I remember. You told me when you were making the trophy."
When I discussed the design of the trophy with Kishian, I thought back to what he had told me.
The most beautiful flower in the garden that God pampered, Lyssenblume.
And two guardians who are tasked with guarding it.
As he stroked my golden hair silently, I quietly told him what I remembered.
"Guardians of the Goddess' Flower. Lian and Norde. Among them, Lian stole the flowers and incurred the wrath of the gods..."
"That's the story of Lian. He stole flowers and was cursed. His descendants, including him, are cursed to suffer from 'madness' for generations."
A curse that causes madness. The moment I heard that, my shoulders stiffened.
It was because I knew of a family that had been cursed like that.
He remained silent and continued his story.
"But Norde was different. As one of the two guardians, he did not betray the goddess unlike Lian, and was later given a different mission by the goddess."
He pressed his lips shallowly against my forehead and then spoke.
"In the distant future, when Lian and his descendants have paid enough for their sins, they will clean up the monsters that have filled this land and bring peace. For that, he gave down my body that is not easily injured or killed."
"A body that is not easily Injured or killed..."
"Yes, there is a theory that Norde in that story is my ancestor. It's just a story to be told for fun."
I nodded and leaned comfortably against his chest.
It was quite interesting to hear because it was a story that I had never encountered even as a child.
Considering Kishian's special constitution, it seemed like a good story.
At the same time, I became interested in
Lian.
The one who was cursed for betraying the gods and was cursed with great grand loss madness.
What about his story...
"Anyway, thanks to my natural body, I don't get hurt or die easily. Even if I am attacked by assassins."
My nerves, which had been relaxed while listening to interesting old stories, became tense again at that one word.
Why are you suddenly talking about assassins?
Wasn't it our tacit taboo to talk about how he was almost assassinated by my father?
Was it also a warning to show the healing of the wound in front of my eyes?
...He warned me not to even attempt assassination because he would not die easily?
Just when my mind was getting complicated, a surprising story came out of his succession this time.
"In fact, I was attacked by an assassin during the tournament."
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