I felt something warm fill my body, and my limbs drooped.
The man who was lying face down on me slowly stood up. At the same time, what was filling my body slowly slipped out.
I bit my lip at the unfamiliar touch and pressed my thighs together.
At that moment, his hand rested on my bandaged leg. I let out a scream involuntarily.
"Don't touch it!"
In the darkness, Barcas's shoulders were visibly stiffened.
Pretending not to know this, I hurriedly pulled down the hem of my skirt and stepped under the bed.
I was about to move my shaky legs to the door, but his hard forearm wrapped around my waist. I was dragged back onto the bed in an instant.
I instinctively slammed his arms.
"Hey, let this go! It's all over now. I'm going back to my room!"
He grabbed her wrist, and his eyes lit up.
"Are you going to finish your errands and leave?"
"I said I would do that from the beginning."
I swallowed my tears and glared at him with sorrowful eyes.
"I have nothing to do with you anymore."
The air in the room was cold.
I could feel the pain in his grip as he clasped my wrist. I shook it off violently and crawled to the edge of the bed.
I never got him because of love. So there's no reason to be aesthetically pleased here.
I muttered to myself as if I were hypnotizing myself, and staggered out of bed.
At that moment, Barcas, who had spat out an incomprehensible language in the eastern language, snatched the blanket that had fallen to the floor and wrapped my body tightly.
Possessed by a firm embrace, I lost my composure and began to writhe violently.
"I don't like it! Let this go!"
But he didn't even listen.
In an instant, Barcas, who was wrapped around my body, strode out of the room. wearing only his pants and waistband.
The servants guarding the gate stared at us with their mouths open. But Barcas didn't blink an eye.
Holding me in his arms. Barcas went straight down the hallway and climbed the stairs to open the door to his bedroom on the third floor.
I glared at him with a face stained with sweat and tears. The light from the candlestick illuminated his sweaty upper body, disheveled silver hair, blue eyes, and beautiful face.
Even though he looked more defenseless than ever, he still looked solid and cold.
"Are you done now?"
Barcas, who lay on the bed, spat out coldly.
I pulled the blanket to the tip of my chin and turned away from him. I knew he was angry, but I didn't care.
"I want to be alone. Get out."
"..."
"Please, get out."
I shouted wildly in a trembling volce, and his expressionless face finally distorted.
Taking a deep breath, Barcas bent down in front of me.
"Just tell me. Did I hurt you?"
Yes. You always hurt me.
I tried to respond like that, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew in my head that this was an unfair answer.
It was I who rushed in and forced him to sleep. I also knew that if I let go, I wouId look ridiculous as I looked like I was being scared.
But at this moment, such rational thoughts were of no help. I shook my head, hugging my knees tightly like a caterpillar crouched in a cocoon.
"I just want to rest. So please leave me alone. I don't want to see you face-to-face anymore."
Perhaps he ran out of patience with my unruly attitude. His whole body was stiff and swollen, and tendons were swelling all over his naked upper body. It looked so threatening that it was frightening.
However, as always, he quickly calmed down. Taking another deep breath, Barcas stood up with a firm face.
"I'll call a healer so she can check on your physical condition."
"No need."
"If you don't promise to get treatment properly, I won't leave."
Suddenly, Barcas's tone became harsh.
I, who was staring at him with wet eyes, immediately nodded.
"Because I understand... Please go."
His jaw muscles stiffened.
The man, who had been standing still for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, finally turned around.
Soon after, the sound of the door opening and closing echoed, and the ruined silence descended. I, who listened to his regular footsteps, immediately lay down and closed my eyes.
I was terribly tired. It melts and disappears...
***
A flock of pine trees was gliding in a circle over the fields, completely dyed in autumn light. A few of them glided to the ground in a smooth curve. Where they headed, there was a stallion's carcass that had been bitten by a wild beast.
It was a trace of wolves that suddenly appeared in the early morning of the previous morning.
"Fortunately, there were no casualties. But he said that the damage suffered by the ranch was not small."
Barcas watched the grayish-brown bird of prey rip flesh from the horse's ribs before turning to the gently stretched ridge.
He saw three or four mares lying over the collapsed stone wall. All of them had their necks and bellies torn apart. Darren, following his gaze, let out a deep sigh.
"Should we consider it fortunate that the stallions of Nornek are safe..."
"Have you formed a punitive force?"
"The guards have been scouring the Armund Forest since early morning. But they disappeared like persimmons. They are probably led by a very clever leader."
"Double the number of people tracked down, and place guards on the ranch and on the outskirts of the village."
Holding Tork's reins with his leather-gloved hands, Barcas gave instructions in a heavily sunken tone. Darren immediately nodded to his men standing behind him.
"Did you hear that? I want you to convey your instructions to the unit immediately."
Two soldiers climbed over the broken fence and ran towards the castle.
Turning his head again to check the damage to the ranch, Barcas soon returned to the village.
The small town that formed north of Calmore was bustling with people who had come out to see the new lord. They walked along the gravel road without paying attention to them, and Darren, who was quietly following them, spoke cautiously.
"Recently, a series of troublesome things have happened. Not enough Zram marauders who have begun to rise on their feet, even a pack of wolves."
"..."
"You may be upset by the overlapping bad things after the succession ceremony, but please take good care of yourself. Your complexion is not the same as it used to be these days."
Barcas, who had been walking silently, stopped and looked back at him. The man immediately shook his head, as if he thought he was offended.
"Please forgive me if I was presumptuous. I am concerned about Your Excellency's well-being..."
"Do I look tired enough to worry about that?"
Barcas asked, touching his chin.
The man, who had been looking at his face for a while, scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly.
"You've been looking particularly sensitive for the past few days. I thought you couldn't sleep."
Barcas, who had been frowning, turned back and replied with a sigh.
"I think you're worried. I'll take care of you."
Obviously, he hasn't been able to keep his eyes open for less than three or four hours a day for the past few days. It wasn't just because of the mountains of official duties.
He turned his head and looked up at the citadel perched on the hills.
The midday autumn sun was pouring down on the heavy building where she was staying.
She must still be locked in her room and secluded.
Suddenly, he felt a fishy bitterness spreading in his mouth, and he ran the mucous membrane in his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Blood was oozing from the flesh chewed on the molars. It was a strange habit that he had developed recently.
He scraped the flesh on the inside of his tattered cheeks with his tongue and let the fishy liquid flow down his throat. As the scent of blood brushed against the tip of his nose, an unpleasant afterimage came to mind.
He frowned at the strange heat that surged in his stomach and roughly scratched his hair.
It was 100+ episodes, and Thalia's attitude was not getting better 😓
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