Dietrich was shaking.
“The reason I couldn’t ask about the white gold story.”
Why am I suddenly telling you this story?
“Because that damn Prime Minister got angry and started talking about you as soon as he saw me.”
"...What."
Shit, you punk! There were days when I thought you were cute and wanted to stay by my side, but what were you talking about?
Of course, if Shish is in front of me, if he locks me in his mansion, I can't say a word. I can't even curse with my eyes. Everything will be discovered.
I swore a little because there was no one in front of me.
“Are you going to leave us behind?”
"Yes?"
“He said to be careful not to run away.”
“...”
“You’re ready to leave this place at any moment, so hold on tight.”
Deep blue eyes stare at me intently.
“Really?”
I couldn't readily say no because the other person didn't lie and was looking at me with impartial eyes.
“To you, are we nothing?”
“I am nothing to you, right?”
It was difficult to meet his gaze. He turned his head away and said something.
Dietrich will surely hesitate and say nothing.
"No."
My heart sank at the whispered denial.
The arms that held me tightened their grip.
“You are nothing to me.”
I tried to pull his arm away, but my hands were shaking, so I couldn't.
“Don’t go.”
“Dietrich, it’s only been two days since you and I met.”
“I know, too. This isn’t an ordinary case.”
"That's right. It's not ordinary. It's just fascinating. It must be shocking to know your life was written by someone else. And it's just unsettling to see the culprit behind your problems appear before your eyes. So—"
"-no."
A firm denial.
Although as cold as his sword, the honest knight commander revealed his feelings without holding back.
I couldn't lie to him here, so I tried to divert the conversation.
“Dietrich, I need to wash up. Let me go.”
But the opponent didn't move. Anxiety crept up his body.
“Listen to my story.”
The man's head rested against my shoulder. All I could do was wiggle my fingers.
"Yeah, you can't trust my feelings. It's only been two days, as you said."
“...”
“Instead, give me a little bit of your time.”
Somehow, I felt like I knew what he was going to say next. I wanted to shut his mouth.
“Then I will prove to you that I want you.”
In a way, Dietrich was the most difficult opponent to deal with.
Because he collides with sincerity so that the other person cannot lie.
But since I can't see his face right now, I just need to adjust my voice.
“No, it’s okay.”
Dietrich suddenly pulled away from me and grabbed my shoulder with one hand. He then placed his empty hand on my still-trembling lips.
I thought I hid my trembling well, but it seems it was all discovered.
After all, this man is the one who listens to my heartbeat.
However, the tips of the fingers that touched my lips were also trembling.
Deep, blue eyes met mine.
“Is it because I want your body? Is that why you don’t trust me?”
“...”
"Then I'll try to endure it. I won't give in to my instinctive desires, no matter what."
Despite my silence, he continued to promise me.
"I'll prove to you that I want more than just your body. So, Ritri, stay by my side."
I saw my distorted face reflected in his clear eyes.
“Or am I just a being written in letters to you?”
Now his lips were trembling openly.
In fact, you have your own destiny, and you can't even bring up the idea that that person is some kind of heroine.
This story seems to drive home the point, 'You are nothing more than a letter to me.'
“So you’re not going to answer?”
"...no."
"Then?"
The hand that had been touching my lips cupped my cheek.
“So, do I have any value to you? Do I seem like a human being?”
My breathing was suffocating as if someone had hit me in the head.
I wish this world were like a printed page. Then I could just ignore these true feelings and leave.
Dietrich's other hand, which had been holding my shoulder, was also cupping my cheek, and it was trembling.
"Author."
A serious voice calls me.
“Please don’t go.”
Blue eyes narrowed. Now even the man's voice was trembling.
“I’ll do whatever you ask, please.”
The soft voice had already become wet.
“Don’t say you’re leaving.”
I felt like I was glued to the ground, unable to move my body.
I didn't even dare to try my special skill of improvising.
Dietrich's breathing became ragged again, perhaps because he thought I was denying his silence. He twisted his lips into his usual cold expression.
“No, even if you say you want to leave, you can’t go.”
He held my cheek tightly, and his blue eyes flashed.
"Anyway, I shattered those stones into pieces. I completely erased the summoning circle engraved on them, leaving no trace!"
I had no room for the relief of knowing a method you didn't know.
As if he had been hiding it all along, an ominous aura was flowing out from the Sword Master's body.
He wrapped one arm around my shoulder. With the other, he held my chin tightly, preventing me from turning my head.
A gaze as greedy as it was cold strangled me.
“There is no way you can leave this place, author.”
At that moment, I shook my ankle slightly.
I wonder if the chains are still on.
“What do you want to do?”
“Aren’t you going to the palace?”
“I sent word that I was taking a break.”
Dietrich, sitting on a chair wearing comfortable-looking clothes, didn't take his eyes off me.
“You're the commander of the knights, so is that okay?”
“I haven’t taken a single vacation since becoming the Commander of the Knights, so this much is fine.”
Well, I had nothing to say to the person who made Dietrich miss his vacation.
I was embarrassed and changed the subject.
“...I’m going to change clothes, so would you like to close your eyes?”
“At first, didn’t you try to change your clothes in front of me without any hesitation?”
I did that because I thought you were selfless back then.
When Dietrich showed no sign of turning his head, I tried to take off my pajamas. The Knight Commander's face flushed, and he turned away.
Yeah, I knew it.
Even the sound of clothes rustling was so irritating to him that he covered his ears.
But it seems like he couldn't stop his body from reacting.
“It’s because you made me like this.”
He hugged me and sat me on his lap, repeating the same thing over and over again as if rationalizing it.
“But I won’t be rude like I was yesterday.”
I sat across from him, straddling his legs. The ends of my spread legs dangled in the air. My dress was riding up.
Two strong arms gently wrapped themselves around my waist. I felt warmth radiating from them.
The tension was evident on his handsome face.
"Author."
Even his voice was trembling, so much so that I felt ashamed of Dietrich, who was hugging me with trembling hands.
"Why."
So I stroked his head, and Dietrich's breathing began to become labored. He buried his face in my upper body and gasped for breath.
This time, he took a deep breath because it was hard work.
“Ah, author...”
The voice calling me was hoarse.
His arms around me tightened, and his face buried itself deeper into mine. He swayed a few times, and I swayed along with him.
Dietrich didn't put shackles on my ankles. Partly because he was with me, and partly because I was disgusted by it.
“Author. Ah, Author.”
I felt my clothes being crumpled in his large hands.
I slowly stroked the back of the man leaning against me, who seemed to have lost all energy. He remained still for a long time.
He asked soothingly.
“How about going for a walk?”
"Hmm."
A sound, either a sigh or a groan, escaped from Dietrich's lips as they touched my collarbone and traveled up my throat.
“Dietrich?”
Dietrich turned his head to the side, his earlobes slightly red. Why this time?
“Actually, I think the Duke’s residence might not be a good place for you to live.”
“Explain in detail.”
“That’s why I don’t think women will like it. Ah, that’s why.”
“Dietrich.”
I cupped his face with both hands, his blue eyes, almost navy, darting about aimlessly.
“What are you doing at the Duke’s residence?”
"For generations, the Beluga family has been a family of knights, unconcerned with the finer details. That's why their mansion is said to be rustic and overall desolate."
That's true.
The basic framework of Shish's mansion and Dietrich's mansion is the same.
Although Shish likes things neat and tidy, he also likes to decorate, so he decorated Milan's house to his own taste.
So, the atmosphere there is quite different from that of the Beluga family's mansion.
"However?"
“But since you’re a woman, I don’t think you’ll like that kind of atmosphere.”
Dietrich's lips opened and closed more and more slowly.
“So, repair it, a little...”
“The reason I couldn’t ask about the white gold story.”
Why am I suddenly telling you this story?
“Because that damn Prime Minister got angry and started talking about you as soon as he saw me.”
"...What."
Shit, you punk! There were days when I thought you were cute and wanted to stay by my side, but what were you talking about?
Of course, if Shish is in front of me, if he locks me in his mansion, I can't say a word. I can't even curse with my eyes. Everything will be discovered.
I swore a little because there was no one in front of me.
“Are you going to leave us behind?”
"Yes?"
“He said to be careful not to run away.”
“...”
“You’re ready to leave this place at any moment, so hold on tight.”
Deep blue eyes stare at me intently.
“Really?”
I couldn't readily say no because the other person didn't lie and was looking at me with impartial eyes.
“To you, are we nothing?”
“I am nothing to you, right?”
It was difficult to meet his gaze. He turned his head away and said something.
Dietrich will surely hesitate and say nothing.
"No."
My heart sank at the whispered denial.
The arms that held me tightened their grip.
“You are nothing to me.”
I tried to pull his arm away, but my hands were shaking, so I couldn't.
“Don’t go.”
“Dietrich, it’s only been two days since you and I met.”
“I know, too. This isn’t an ordinary case.”
"That's right. It's not ordinary. It's just fascinating. It must be shocking to know your life was written by someone else. And it's just unsettling to see the culprit behind your problems appear before your eyes. So—"
"-no."
A firm denial.
Although as cold as his sword, the honest knight commander revealed his feelings without holding back.
I couldn't lie to him here, so I tried to divert the conversation.
“Dietrich, I need to wash up. Let me go.”
But the opponent didn't move. Anxiety crept up his body.
“Listen to my story.”
The man's head rested against my shoulder. All I could do was wiggle my fingers.
"Yeah, you can't trust my feelings. It's only been two days, as you said."
“...”
“Instead, give me a little bit of your time.”
Somehow, I felt like I knew what he was going to say next. I wanted to shut his mouth.
“Then I will prove to you that I want you.”
In a way, Dietrich was the most difficult opponent to deal with.
Because he collides with sincerity so that the other person cannot lie.
But since I can't see his face right now, I just need to adjust my voice.
“No, it’s okay.”
Dietrich suddenly pulled away from me and grabbed my shoulder with one hand. He then placed his empty hand on my still-trembling lips.
I thought I hid my trembling well, but it seems it was all discovered.
After all, this man is the one who listens to my heartbeat.
However, the tips of the fingers that touched my lips were also trembling.
Deep, blue eyes met mine.
“Is it because I want your body? Is that why you don’t trust me?”
“...”
"Then I'll try to endure it. I won't give in to my instinctive desires, no matter what."
Despite my silence, he continued to promise me.
"I'll prove to you that I want more than just your body. So, Ritri, stay by my side."
I saw my distorted face reflected in his clear eyes.
“Or am I just a being written in letters to you?”
Now his lips were trembling openly.
In fact, you have your own destiny, and you can't even bring up the idea that that person is some kind of heroine.
This story seems to drive home the point, 'You are nothing more than a letter to me.'
“So you’re not going to answer?”
"...no."
"Then?"
The hand that had been touching my lips cupped my cheek.
“So, do I have any value to you? Do I seem like a human being?”
My breathing was suffocating as if someone had hit me in the head.
I wish this world were like a printed page. Then I could just ignore these true feelings and leave.
Dietrich's other hand, which had been holding my shoulder, was also cupping my cheek, and it was trembling.
"Author."
A serious voice calls me.
“Please don’t go.”
Blue eyes narrowed. Now even the man's voice was trembling.
“I’ll do whatever you ask, please.”
The soft voice had already become wet.
“Don’t say you’re leaving.”
I felt like I was glued to the ground, unable to move my body.
I didn't even dare to try my special skill of improvising.
Dietrich's breathing became ragged again, perhaps because he thought I was denying his silence. He twisted his lips into his usual cold expression.
“No, even if you say you want to leave, you can’t go.”
He held my cheek tightly, and his blue eyes flashed.
"Anyway, I shattered those stones into pieces. I completely erased the summoning circle engraved on them, leaving no trace!"
I had no room for the relief of knowing a method you didn't know.
As if he had been hiding it all along, an ominous aura was flowing out from the Sword Master's body.
He wrapped one arm around my shoulder. With the other, he held my chin tightly, preventing me from turning my head.
A gaze as greedy as it was cold strangled me.
“There is no way you can leave this place, author.”
At that moment, I shook my ankle slightly.
I wonder if the chains are still on.
***
“What do you want to do?”
“Aren’t you going to the palace?”
“I sent word that I was taking a break.”
Dietrich, sitting on a chair wearing comfortable-looking clothes, didn't take his eyes off me.
“You're the commander of the knights, so is that okay?”
“I haven’t taken a single vacation since becoming the Commander of the Knights, so this much is fine.”
Well, I had nothing to say to the person who made Dietrich miss his vacation.
I was embarrassed and changed the subject.
“...I’m going to change clothes, so would you like to close your eyes?”
“At first, didn’t you try to change your clothes in front of me without any hesitation?”
I did that because I thought you were selfless back then.
When Dietrich showed no sign of turning his head, I tried to take off my pajamas. The Knight Commander's face flushed, and he turned away.
Yeah, I knew it.
Even the sound of clothes rustling was so irritating to him that he covered his ears.
But it seems like he couldn't stop his body from reacting.
“It’s because you made me like this.”
He hugged me and sat me on his lap, repeating the same thing over and over again as if rationalizing it.
“But I won’t be rude like I was yesterday.”
I sat across from him, straddling his legs. The ends of my spread legs dangled in the air. My dress was riding up.
Two strong arms gently wrapped themselves around my waist. I felt warmth radiating from them.
The tension was evident on his handsome face.
"Author."
Even his voice was trembling, so much so that I felt ashamed of Dietrich, who was hugging me with trembling hands.
"Why."
So I stroked his head, and Dietrich's breathing began to become labored. He buried his face in my upper body and gasped for breath.
This time, he took a deep breath because it was hard work.
“Ah, author...”
The voice calling me was hoarse.
His arms around me tightened, and his face buried itself deeper into mine. He swayed a few times, and I swayed along with him.
Dietrich didn't put shackles on my ankles. Partly because he was with me, and partly because I was disgusted by it.
“Author. Ah, Author.”
I felt my clothes being crumpled in his large hands.
I slowly stroked the back of the man leaning against me, who seemed to have lost all energy. He remained still for a long time.
He asked soothingly.
“How about going for a walk?”
"Hmm."
A sound, either a sigh or a groan, escaped from Dietrich's lips as they touched my collarbone and traveled up my throat.
“Dietrich?”
Dietrich turned his head to the side, his earlobes slightly red. Why this time?
“Actually, I think the Duke’s residence might not be a good place for you to live.”
“Explain in detail.”
“That’s why I don’t think women will like it. Ah, that’s why.”
“Dietrich.”
I cupped his face with both hands, his blue eyes, almost navy, darting about aimlessly.
“What are you doing at the Duke’s residence?”
"For generations, the Beluga family has been a family of knights, unconcerned with the finer details. That's why their mansion is said to be rustic and overall desolate."
That's true.
The basic framework of Shish's mansion and Dietrich's mansion is the same.
Although Shish likes things neat and tidy, he also likes to decorate, so he decorated Milan's house to his own taste.
So, the atmosphere there is quite different from that of the Beluga family's mansion.
"However?"
“But since you’re a woman, I don’t think you’ll like that kind of atmosphere.”
Dietrich's lips opened and closed more and more slowly.
“So, repair it, a little...”
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