"What if you can't forgive?"
His voice suddenly lowered.
I felt my shoulder muscles tighten and bite my lower lip.
Before I knew it, I could see myself frozen with tension in his blue eyes that were right in front of me.
He casually teased my hair around his fingers and continued calmly.
"Are you going to come to scold me again like today?"
The heat that had been burning on my cheeks spread to the nape of my neck and earlobes. Even though I couldn't care about my hair, his backbone was numb as if he had bitten the nape of ny neck.
I hid the traces of the agitation and looked angry. I wanted it to look like the reason for my face was because of anger.
"Yes. If you come back hurt again, I won't let you go. I'm going to torture you to death."
In an instant, the corners of his mouth rose slightly upwards.
My eyes widened. However, the smile that flashed through him quickly disappeared.
He stood up leisurely and picked up the shirt he had taken off. Then he stuck his arm into his linen sleeve and responded in his characteristic grave tone.
"You're so scared, so I'll have to be extra careful in the future."
I looked at him with a drugged look.
"You don't listen to me seriously, do you?"
"I listened seriously."
Barcas, wearing a shirt, buttoned up, and responded dryly.
"This body now belongs to Your Highness, so don't you mean to handle it with care so that it doesn't get scratched?"
"I didn't say that!"
"That's what you said."
I jumped up from her seat.
"I want to go."
I glared at him with an angry face, then limped to the door, and he grabbed me by the wrist.
I, who was trying to push him away, brushed my hand away at the feel of the bandage that could be felt through his thin shirt. I was worried that I might hurt him, and I looked at his complexion, and Barcas naturally led me to bed.
"You haven't given me medicine yet."
A soft breath tickled my forehead.
I glared at him with a bright red face. Barcas had a carefree look on his face as if he were asking for something obvious.
Maybe you have a distorted perception that giving medicine by mouth is a matter of course, right? While I was thinking about such ridiculous worries, he opened the drawer and took out a vial.
"Come on, here you are."
Then he straddled the bed with an arm around my waist to prevent me from escaping.
I looked down at the man who had recently become strangely shameless with astonishing eyes. I shook my head.
"Don't you like it?"
"...Who doesn't like it?"
I pretended not to win, took the vial, opened the lid, and saw a purple liquid pooling inside the bottle.
I held the bottle close to ny face and sniffed it. Instead of the bitter aroma of the soil juice, I could only feel the strong smell of honey and a faint scent of mint.
"Is this the right medicine?"
"It's a medicine. It is said to be a reagent that purifies the blood. I accepted it because it was said to be effective in detoxifying the poison of monsters."
Despite his explanation, I did not withdraw my suspicious look.
"Did the healer give you this earlier? Can you really trust that woman? If she prescribes the wrong medicine again..."
"I got that medicine from Darren."
Barcas interrupted me.
"If you're still worried, there's nothing I can say about it."
Then he tried to take the vial from my hand and leave.
I unknowingly hid the bottle behind my back.
"Who wouldn't do it? I'm just worried..."
I inadvertently confessed and looked at him. Fortunately, he didn't seem to realize that I was worried about his body.
Barcas, who had a serious look on his eyebrows, said seriously.
"Don't worry, the medicine made by that healer will never reach Your Highness's mouth in the future. After that incident, the woman had already been removed from her main duties."
"You shouldn't be careful either! She is actually acting as the Grand Duke's personal physician, so what is the dismissal?"
I snorted wildly, and he let out a faint sigh.
"This is the only time I called it an exception. They said that no one in the East was more knowledgeable in pharmacy than that woman. I have a history of healing wounds that are not enchanted many times, so I decided to leave my wound care to her until the poison energy is gone."
His calm response made my stomach twist.
I tried to reflect on the healer's Image in my mind.
She was a young woman with big, cow-like eyes and clear eyes.
Even though Barcas, who had never batted an eye at the rumored beauties of the imperial palace, knew very well that he would not pay attention to such a lowly woman, my nervousness did not subside.
This was despite knowing that, for him, most humans are close to living and moving inorganic objects.
From a very young age, I couldn't stand another woman flickering at him. I even kicked out all the maids who gave him a passionate gaze.
In the end, I succumbed to that disgusting jealousy this time as well.
"I can't do that woman. In the first place, one mistake becomes twice, and two mistakes become three. What the hell are you trusting yourself with?"
Barcas, who had been staring at my face intently, nodded slowly.
"If you do, I will let her out of the castle sooner or later."
I, who was embarrassed by the obedient response, spat out urgently.
"Who would go to such lengths? I'm the only bad person again. You will hear the voice of a naughty villain who mercilessly abandoned the loyal vassals of the Grand Duke."
He narrowed his eyebrows and gave me a strange look.
When did you start caring about reputation? Well, that's what you think.
I raised the corners of my eyes sharply.
"I'll allow her to treat me for now. However, the whole process must be done right in front of me. You were alone with that woman in my absence..."
I, who had been firing rapidly, suddenly shut up. I realized that my language was fully revealing raw jealousy.
I, who had been glancing at his expression, quickly added.
"If you do something wrong, my position will be in jeopardy. This is also related to my safety."
The excuse I vomited out hurt Barcas's brow. Barcas, who had been looking at me relentlessly as if trying to dissect my mind, spoke after a long time.
"If you feel comfortable doing that, I will do as you wish."
The strangely compliant answer made me nervous.
I rolled my eyes back and forth and bit my lower lip.
Why do you accept all the complaints I have? I'm just a married woman, so I'm just taking good care of my sense of duty, right?
Or am I getting a little better? That's why you want me to be with you?
I swallowed countless question marks with all my might. That's begging. It will never fall that far.
I don't expect anything from you anymore.
As I struggled to hold on to the tattered lie, Barcas pulled me onto his lap.
I hugged his body as hard as I could so as not to touch his wounds. However, he didn't seem to care about his injury.
Wrapping his arms tightly around my back, Barcas naturally snatched the vial.
"Open your mouth."
Unconsciously following his instructions, he brought the mouth of the glass bottle to the corner of my mouth and tilted it carefully.
Soon after, a little bit of liquid so sweet that my tongue melted.
Barcas, who looked down at me with dark eyes, lowered his head. The soft tongue scooped up the sweet liquid that had accumulated in my mouth.
Barcas, who had been tantalizing my delicate mucous membranes like a cat that was sucking milk, began to explore me little by little, deeply and relentlessly.
I naturally wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck. My brain seemed to melt with the intense sensation of the mucous membranes brushing against each other
"Hah..."
Barcas, who had been sucking on the liquid that he could not even take a sip for a long time, pulled his lips away. In the meantime, as I was adjusting my breathing, the glass bottle pressed against my lower lip again.
At the unspoken request, I opened my mouth again, and a sticky liquid like honey seeped in. Then, as if it were a matter of course, his tongue rushed in.
The kiss, which began under the pretext of medicine, stopped only when the sunset was swallowed up by darkness.
"...When will all the wounds heal?"
I, who was resting my head on his stiff shoulder and catching my breath, asked inadvertently.
His gaze, which was so dark that it appeared to be dark blue, touched my face. His voice, mixed with the sound of iron, gently scratched my forehead.
"Four days."
Long, graceful fingers swept away the hair that had stuck to my face. I felt his eyes, heavy like metal, cling to the nape of my sweaty neck.
He added.
"If the medicine works well, the treatment will be over in three days."
I couldn't bear to look directly into those eyes and hid my pupils under my eyelashes.
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