'Wow, it's hot.'
It seemed like summer was about to begin in earnest.
It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.
The pouring sunlight was so intense that I led Rudnine to a shaded arboretum.
The shade of the trees blocked the sunlight, and it became cool, and I could breathe.
But as soon as I saw the perfect profile of the man standing next to me and walking with me, I choked up again.
'Oh, my heart...'
He is a really troubled person.
To make my heart, which I managed to calm down and rescue from a heart attack, sick again.
When Rudnine smiled brightly at me earlier, I was so blinded and distressed that I lost my eyesight for a while.
I fanned my burning face with my hand and said this for no reason.
"It's hot! Rudnine was only in the north, so the summer in the capital must have felt very hot. Haha, because you're the Duke of the North."
'...Crazy.'
What do you mean?
I became even more ashamed, and I really wanted to hide in a rat hole.
Just as I was about to hit my snout for a feast, I heard his laughter, laughing weakly.
"That's right. It's very hot."
"Oh, really?"
I was grateful to him for responding that it was hot.
I breathed a sigh of relief and walked away. Rudnine added.
"The weather is not very hot, so why is it so hot inside?"
Come to think of it, even though Rudnine even wore a jacket in the middle of summer, he really didn't sweat a drop.
'You don't want to get hot, and you're hot inside? It's the same as mine.'
When I see him, I feel nervous and my heart beats faster, so I feel hot inside.
Rudnine probably isn't because of that.
I stopped, glanced at him, and asked anxiously.
"Really? Didn't you get sick from the bomb earlier? I think it would be better to get a detailed examination."
"Well...? I know what the treatment is, so I don't think I need a medical examination."
"I see. I hope you can get a cure and recover soon."
I sincerely hope that he will not get sick and live a long and healthy, and happy life.
Then Rudnine looked at me silently, then opened his mouth with a faint smile on his face.
"Can I tell you my wish?"
"Oh, yes, tell me."
I hurriedly replied.
The longer the garden walk, the more rude it will be to Rudnine.
Earlier, when the two of us were going for a walk, the cupid disease of the employees who were clattering and excited behind us became more serious.
'What is dating, these people. Stop being mistaken. This is an important moment for an agreement.'
Anyway, I was going to do whatever Rudnine wanted.
I happened to watch him close the case with a tough attitude towards the head of the bodyguard, Sir Quyen, and I was honestly moved.
'It was so cool.'
The more I look at him, the more attractive he is; maybe I like this man.
It doesn't matter if you want money.
Even if I put off treating my magical amnesia, I thought that the first thing to do was to pay back the money to Rudnine.
"Grace is repaid."
After Collecting Dust, it was also an important motto in my life.
I stared up at him, waiting for the words to come out of Rudnine's mouth.
In an instant, a cool summer breeze blew between the two of us standing in the wooden garden.
'Oh.'
The wind swept through my long hair once, causing the hair to stick to my cheeks and around my eyes.
I frowned, and Rudnine's fingers flickered in front of me.
"Rudnine?"
And he naturally pulls off the hair from my eyes.
I was in a daze at his hand that came and went as lightly as a feather, but when I realized what had happened, my face turned red as if it were burning.
'Hey, this man!'
Don't you know that a woman's heart was burned to ashes because of an act that he was not aware of?
When I looked at him resentfully, Rudnine smiled sadly and comforted me.
"Don't be angry, Yvonne."
"Oh, no, this is."
I was at a loss for words.
What am I angry about?
I said before I could make any excuses to Rudnine, who strangely misunderstood me.
"My wish."
He took a short pause and continued.
"Can't you call me 'Rudd'?"
A low voice whispered sweetly, as if the devil was tempting.
"It's my nickname. No one has ever called me yet."
"...Yes?"
I replied in a dumb voice only after a long time.
"So, do you want me to call you by your nickname?"
"Yes, you can call me 'Rudd' in the future. That's my wish."
After speaking, Rudnine raised his right hand to his left chest and bowed his waist slightly.
'What, what?'
Serious request. I swear it wasn't a light joke.
I was so embarrassed that I could feel the corners of my eyes trembling.
It was strange.
The basis of the settlement is that the suspect must compensate the victim materially or mentally.
Mental compensation is to write and submit a reflection or to grant a difficult request.
'By the way, do you just want me to call you 'nickname'?'
It's so easy.
'No, no! It's so difficult and troublesome!'
When I thought about it again, it was not an ordinary request.
How dare you call Duke Rudnine Iels' nickname?
I feel that just calling him by his name now is a very undeserved title.
In the midst of the chaotic party in my head, Rudnine tilted his head slightly to the right and slowly moved his head.
"Please, Yvonne."
Wow, look at this man you want.
You will be immersed in the illusion that you are in a sweet fairyland where the rain of flowers is falling gently.
The body loses strength, and the mind becomes cloudy.
'I... let's come to our senses!'
From the point of view of the villain, Yvonne, this is a survival waste.
But why do I mistakenly think that man is seducing me alone?
It would be right to say that we should refuse and agree on something else.
Seeing the eagerness in his black eyes, I unknowingly assimilated into him and nodded blankly.
"Yes, yes, I will."
"... Did you give permission?"
"Yes... If that's the agreement you want. But isn't it too easy?"
When I asked the question, Rudnine's eyes sparkled with joy, and he said with a roll of his eyes.
"Is it easy? Then, would you like to call me right now?"
Whoa, my heart.
The expectant eyes were as innocent as a child's, and I couldn't refuse anymore.
"Yes."
I answered, but I couldn't say anything.
And the more I thought about it, the more stranger it became.
Why is it a nickname?
Do you dare to give me a nickname that no one has called you yet?
Isn't a nickname a privilege that only important people can call you?
I wondered if I had misunderstood the nickname, so I narrowed my eyebrows.
'Or a new method of torture?'
That I might call him by his nickname, and that I might suffer the envy and jealousy of all women, so that I might dry up and die?
'Is it too scary?'
"Yvonne."
'Well, I won't run into Rudnine any more than here.'
When he urged me, I didn't know, I said, with my eyes closed.
"Yes, Rudd."
It seemed that the nickname was not a nickname for nothing, and for some reason, I felt embarrassed when I put it out of my mouth.
I feel like I've become this man's lover.
I wouldn't use this sweet nickname for this man in the presence of other people.
So I thought it was the last time and mustered up the courage to speak.
But despite all my efforts to gather all my courage, Rudnine did not answer.
'Why are you doing that? I tried to do it, but did you feel bad when you heard it?'
When I opened my closed eyes, I saw Rudnine staring at me.
'Oh...?'
The expression I saw last time, yes, the expression I saw in the confrontation came out again.
Confused eyes.
Watching him like that, a mixture of heart-pounding tension and unknown excitement haunts me.
It feels like you're standing on a jelly.
While enduring the dizziness, Rudnine finally broke the silence and opened his mouth.
"Thank you."
I was very surprised.
He wasn't smiling as usual.
I could feel the heat in Rudnine's dark eyes as he looked at me with a serious face.
It was so hot that I felt like I had burned, and my throat was dry.
"... What is it?"
When I asked back, Rudnine paused for a moment and then said.
"Because you came out to the meeting that day."
What does this mean?
Wasn't it painful and difficult to meet me?
I stared blankly at him in confusion, and I called him unknowingly.
"Rudnine."
"Rudd. Except for you, like before, it's just Rudd."
He quietly corrected me.
"Yes, Rudd. So..."
"Yvonne Argenthoze!"
'Huh?'
At this moment, when the gaze at each other was intricately intertwined, a rumbling voice was heard breaking the silence.
And since there is only one person in this mansion who can call my name like this, I can tell who it is even if I don't look at it.
"Brother?"
The guy who yelled in an ungraceful way was very strange.
I turned my head with a lot of tension in my eyes, and I saw Barden running towards us in the arboretum.
Barden, who had long legs but was very slow to run, came a long time later and grabbed me while panting.
"Here, the two of you, what, do you fo?!"
He shouted as he glared at Rudnine with a rattling sound like a dying man.
"...I was just taking a walk, brother."
'Are you breathing...?'
When Banden, who had low physical strength, clicked his tongue in pity, he became even angrier as if he had noticed the meaning of my eyes.
"At the mansion, they said Duke Iels was involved in a bomb incident, so I ran to you! You too, I warned you like that!"
'Aha? That's why you came.'
The Duke of Iels, who visited the mansion, had an accident, so Barden, a minor Duke, had to return home to step in.
However, when he came back, he received a report that Rudnine and I were taking a walk, and he misunderstood me again.
'Oh no. The Love Enforcement Team is here. He looks like a professional enforcement squad leader.'
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