TMTNO - Chapter 21

Dietrich's face turned red after he finished speaking.

So, to sum it up, you're decorating the mansion for me?

Is this crazy guy planning on never letting me go for the rest of his life?

After hesitating for a moment, he added an explanation.

"First, we'll repair the outbuildings and the watchtower, then the main building. We can use the outbuildings when repairing the main building. Oh, and we're also planning on making a flower garden. What kind of flowers do you like?"

“I like any flower.”

"What else do you need? New clothes? Maybe some more accessories?"

It's deja vu.

"Or maybe you'd rather go to a villa? Which do you prefer, the sea or the mountains?"

Dietrich, who was listing things I would like, seemed very excited.

Tears streamed down my face.

I'll have to meet the other male leads to know, but no matter how I look at it, this is definitely the female lead's position.

Besides, what crazy people have in common is that they treat you well the day after you mentally drive them crazy.

“Yes, let’s go outside.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

“Hmph.”

Dietrich, blushing, pretended to take my hand reluctantly. So I let go.

“What are you doing? Once you catch it, shouldn’t you keep holding on to it?”

He turned towards me and extended his large, strong hand towards me.

Contrary to his momentum, he carefully placed my hand on top of his own. He gripped it tightly.

It's funny how he flinches to control his strength.

“Puhahaha.”

It was the first time in a long time that I was able to laugh happily.

I avoided construction sites and crowded practice fields and headed to a quiet backyard.

“I feel good.”

I just realized I'm such an outdoors person.

I took a deep breath, looking at the green leaves.

"Author."

"Yes?"

I felt a hand carefully cupping my cheek, and Dietrich's face came closer.

As I opened my eyes wide, unable to figure out what was going on, I felt something soft on my lips.

A guest entered my mouth with warm breath.

It was still incredibly clumsy, yet it was full of passion.

The thought that it was just a letter came to mind and stabbed my heart.

No, all my senses are vivid.

When I worked at the general store, I responded to everything mechanically and didn't pay attention to my surroundings.

But once you realize it, this world quickly becomes familiar.

Dietrich, who had been fiddling around on his own, opened his lips.

As the silver thread tangled, his eyes widened, unsure of what to do. I licked it, and his cheeks flushed.

“Is there anything you want?”

“I think it would be okay if you just didn’t put on the chain.”

I felt eyes on me and turned my head to the side, and saw a tall man looking at me with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

"Why?"

“You are... not.”

Dietrich, whose words were blurred, grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

The eyes that passed by seemed to have darkened and sunken. Could it be my imagination?

Does the power of the instinctive self increase at night?

“I guess I can’t do it?”

Dietrich, who was on top of me, yawned again, and I sighed. Then he immediately went down like a puppy in the rain.

Then he hugged me tightly.

“Ugh.”

A large hand wrapped itself around my back and waist. The palm felt very firm beneath my clothes.

“You're small and tiny.”

“You are the big one.”

“Soft and fragrant.”

“You are tough, but you smell good.”

Dietrich had a fluffy baby powder scent, something that didn't suit him at all.

“Are you leaving me?”

He asked in a suppressed voice, as if he had been holding back for so long.

“Um... can I lie?”

“Do you think it will work?”

When I'm in front of Dietrich, I feel like I have to go to confession.

This person is honest, and he'll definitely be able to detect anything unusual, like my eye twitching or my heartbeat.

“Well, I don’t plan on leaving right now.”

“Later?”

“Later is later.”

Dietrich, who had been silent for a moment, covered the back of my head with his hand.

“If that’s your sincerity, then yes.”

See, I figured it all out.

“And, ahem.”

The man kept clearing his throat.

What are you trying to say?

“Like you called me before...”

huh?

“Can you call me Diet?”

Now I was tired of being surprised by all these things, so I nodded.

“Yeah, Diet.”

"Ah."

Something touched my body with a suppressed groan.

“Ah, this is.”

“Yes, you can put this down and relieve your discomfort.”

As soon as permission was granted, Dietrich, who had placed me next to him, began to gasp. He deftly grabbed a dry towel.

The man's blue hair was tangled haphazardly on the white pillowcase as he struggled.

Just like a wave.

“Ah, Author. My Author.”

Those sea-blue eyes never left me. They looked cold, but they held a deep yearning within.

Goosebumps ran down my body as I watched this sight.

Because it was thrilling? No. Because it was exactly as I described it.

***

Dietrich took an extended vacation and locked himself in his mansion.

“The Emperor gave you permission? You’re the Knight Commander.”

"His Majesty is a generous man, so he readily granted permission. It was the lowly minister who tried to interfere."

“How are Shish?”

Even though it was just a simple question, Dietrich's face contorted.

"Why are you asking about that guy's well-being? Focus on me, Author."

I guess Dietrich is doing well because he's acting all worked up.

“More than that, what do you want to do as an Author?”

“Well, should I learn how to dance?”

It was a word that suddenly came out when I saw the face of Dietrich, who was nicknamed the God of Dance.

“Dance? Do you know how to dance?”

"No."

“Then I will teach you.”

Dietrich seemed excited.

"First, I need to make new costumes and shoes. The ones I have now aren't suitable for dancing."

My current outfit is a dress that goes down to my knees and a pair of walker-like shoes.

When I asked Dietrich to make clothes like this, saying that they were uncomfortable to walk in, he readily agreed.

He even secretly liked the shoes, saying they were similar to his own.

The clothes were quickly prepared, and Dietrich was so excited that he immediately wanted to teach me to dance.

"Haa..."

But in less than a day, he sighed.

“You should be moving right, but why are you moving left?”

“I thought it was the right way.”

“Then why didn’t you turn around when you had to?”

“Because I forgot to turn...?”

Dietrich's thick eyebrows twitched as I answered with a hehe.

“Can’t you do something like this as an Author?”

Of course!

It's written that they just socialize and dance, but I don't know how and describe all the moves.

Even table manners were like that.

I knew the types of forks and knives, but this place was much more complicated, and Shish kindly explained it to me.

Although later on, it became meaningless because I only used my fingers.

This was a world far more sophisticated than I knew.

So much so that it seemed like it had already left my hands.

“I will be watching, so practice repeatedly.”

The knight commander, though cold, was still very patient and tried to teach me to dance.

“One, two, one. No, on the contrary.”

But there's no need to go this far!

He makes me practice so hard that I wonder if anyone would say that he's a guy who trains himself by devoting twenty hours a day to swordsmanship!

Who set this up?

Yeah, me.

***

“The garden work is almost finished.”

“Yes, just fill the pond with water and clean up the backyard.”

Dietrich, who was trying to explain calmly, looked nervous.

"Pretty."

Although he only gave a simple answer, I could see his shoulders relax.

Dietrich made sure that the household kept their mouths shut, but he didn't stop me from moving around the house.

Rather, he hopes that I like it, because they are even doing exterior renovations.

In this respect, the Knight Commander is a human being.

Except that every night, he whimpers in front of me, failing to control his desires.

"Author."

As he entered a secluded area, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue, now quite skilled, delved into my mouth.

The smell of baby powder hit me so hard that I wanted to cry.

I used to giggle, saying, "A cute scent that doesn't suit the cold knight commander!" Let's reflect on that.

“Ugh.”

Dietrich's force caused my head to snap back, and the other man seemed completely unaware, perhaps absorbed in his own actions.

I hit him on the shoulder because I was tired, but the man with the strong body seemed completely oblivious. Instead, he hugged me tightly and clung to me.

“Huk, huk, huk.”

Dietrich, who had parted his lips, looked satisfied, unlike me, who was gasping for breath.

I felt annoyed by that sight, so I stepped on his foot, but as expected, he didn't seem to feel anything.

“Author, I have a gift for you.”

"Yes."

I nodded, feeling that I was now quite accustomed to the cringing title of 'writer'.

I didn't even want to make Dietrich call me by my name.

The place Dietrich guided us to was on the 4th floor...

“Ugh.”

“What’s going on?”

It's a treasure trove.

I wonder if it's the same structure as Milan. The treasure vault is also in the same location. As expected, it's thanks to my careless settings.

“Everything here is yours.”

Dietrich couldn't hide his delight, and I, unfazed by the familiar pattern, approached the table in the middle of the room.

“Choose the jewel you like. I’ll fill it myself.”

My face distorted on its own.

Blue.

It's all blue!

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