She felt the warmth of hugging her shoulders.
Shartus took Rosentine's hand and touched the back of her hand. Then he exhaled over the wound.
"You have a wound."
Rosentine took a breath. The distance is too close. She could feel Shartus' hair touching her cheeks. And warmth.
"...It's not a big deal."
It was. Blood was oozing out, but the wound on the back of her hand was just a scrape. It was not cut by a knife, and it was certainly not stabbed. So he wasn't so worried.
"Lucen was right. I shouldn't have allowed it."
Shartus said quietly, passing over Rosentine's words that she was fine.
The back of her hand felt hot when his gaze touched it. It's really not a big deal. This is what she used to say in her previous life: if you apply saliva, it will heal.
Rosentine rolled her eyes coolly. She's not used to being in someone else's arms, especially since the other person is Shartus.
He looked regretful. Unaccustomed to seeing such a look from a man so beastly, Rosentine hurriedly made an excuse.
"Because I asked for it."
"I was the one who gave permission. This is how it feels to see a wound."
Shartus twisted his lips. Of course, he didn't think that Roan would be able to catch a man by herself. When she left the banquet hall, Shartus was going to follow suit.
Once the ceremony was over, the rest could be left to Lucen. However, Roan's search for a clue was much faster than expected. This happened before he had even finished the ceremony.
No one knew how fast Shartus had moved in search of her disappearance.
"I regret it."
Their gazes met so directly, Rosentine held her breath. She couldn't tell if he was being sincere.
Incredibly, Rosentine could find her painful state of mind in their intertwined gaze. She must be just a chess piece in his life.
She had mixed thoughts.
From the beginning, she and Shartus have a contractual relationship where they only have to take care of their own lives. Nevertheless, Rosentine did not like her suffering, so she hurriedly spoke.
"It will heal if you apply saliva."
"No way."
“It’s true.”
Rosentine muttered to herself, unknowingly sticking out her tongue. People tried to say it. The words of comfort that had been cut off with a single knife made her uneasy.
Shartus smiled as he saw Rosentine scoring in his arms.
'This is the first time I've seen a face like this.'
Such joy softened his nerves. He slowly touched the tip of Rosentine's chin with his thumb and passed by.
"Is that a folk remedy? Is it reliable?"
"Yes, maybe."
"Then I guess it'll be better if I apply it."
"That's not right!"
When Shartus brought his lips close to the back of her hand, Rosentine quickly replied, this time. After all, it was a word of denial cut with a single knife.
Rosentine was surprised, and her eyes widened. Shartus' smile deepened. It was a smile made while looking u,p while holding the back of her hand
Rosentine felt a heat in her ears at the affectionate light in his eyes.
As usual, she should have let out her anger at seeing his face, but that fleeting glimpse of affection made that impossible. Rosentine blinked. The arms holding her were firm.
"You were shaking."
It was when Shartus subdued the spy. Only then did she realize why Shartus threw his precious sword on the ground. It was because she was trembling.
'I regret even that a little."
Suddenly, when he lowered his gaze to Rosentine in his arms, he could not find the life he had just been. One hand wrapped around her back was hot.
It was a firm hug, but it was a hug that would break away at once if Rosentine resisted.
Reassure her. He worries and comforts her to make sure she is safe.
Rosentine noticed that her trembling had subsided before she knew it. Her heart was filled with indescribable emotions.
"...Now it's okay."
"You looked rough."
He apologized for something he didn't need to apologize for, but the feeling she got from that expression wasn't all that bad.
No, it was dangerous because it wasn't bad. Perhaps this person has so many followers, Rosentine thought.
It was a magical power that could instantly captivate. It felt a little unfair. Few people would reject his face alone, yet he was so affectionate.
She felt like her heart was hurting a little. Because she had so much to deceive Shartus.
During the moment of silence, Shartus seemed to be thinking about something.
Feeling like she had swallowed a grain of sand, Rosentine thought she had to end this moment
It seems to be too close."
"I see."
Chartus looked at Rosentine and smiled slightly. It was a playful gaze. Rosentine was taken aback by the unexpected reaction.
Or is it not? It was clearly a push, but he tightened his arm around Rosentine.
My heart was beating fäst. That face and this voice were the problem more than anything else.
Rosentine blinked. The moonlight was young in her blue eyes.
"Didn't you just say that I felt close?"
"That's right."
"You won't listen."
Rosentine looked dissatisfied again. Chartus looked at the face and let out a small laugh. A low laugh tickled Rosentine's ears.
She had no choice but to admit. Oh my God, is there another laughter that is so pleasant to listen to? It is difficult to push someone like Chartus out just once.
Rosentine sighed. I couldn't escape his pranks anyway. Because there was strength in Chartus's arm.
"If the intention is to calm me down, I've already calmed down. I'm fine."
"I regretted it twice, so I was thinking about what I should do to avoid regretting it there and now.
So, what came to mind?"
"Has the spirit of death gone?"
"It still exists.'
It was a question about the threat to the remaining lives.
Holding Rosentine with one arm in his arm, Chartus looked down at Rosentine's eyes.
Feeling like she had swallowed a grain of sand, Rosentine thought she had to end this moment
"...It seems to be too close."
"I see."
Shartus looked at Rosentine and smiled slightly. It was a playful gaze. Rosentine was taken aback by the unexpected reaction.
Or is it not? It was clearly a push, but he tightened his arm around Rosentine.
Her heart was beating fast. That face and this voice were the problem more than anything else.
Rosentine blinked. The moonlight was young in her blue eyes.
"Didn't you just say that I felt close?"
"That's right."
"You won't listen."
Rosentine looked dissatisfied again. Shartus looked at the face and let out a small laugh. A low laugh tickled Rosentine's ears.
She had no choice but to admit. Oh my God, is there another laughter that is so pleasant to listen to? It is difficult to push someone like Shartus out just once.
Rosentine sighed. She couldn't escape his pranks anyway. Because there was strength in Shartus's arm.
"If the intention is to calm me down, I've already calmed down. I'm fine."
"I regretted it twice, so I was thinking about what I should do to avoid regretting it here and now."
"...So, what came to mind?"
"Has the spirit of death gone?"
"It still exists."
It was a question about the threat to the remaining lives.
Holding Rosentine with one arm in his arm, Shartus looked down at Rosentine's eyes.
The eyes that were deeply intertwined seemed to be hot, and Rosentine stopped breathing. There were really different ways to make people nervous.
"Come to think of it, I wouldn't have enjoyed any of the ball."
It was about time when the waltz that had been heard in the distance changed to another song. Shartus listened to the music and spoke. He was still holding her in one arm.
The body temperature that reached through the night air was quite comfortable, so Rosentine feſt doubly troubled. That's a ridiculous thing that was heard there.
How hard she had to save him at this ball. She has entered all the places she can enter in this spacious imperial palace.
Rosentine retorted.
"Was it a ball? I thought it was a battlefield."
"When the war is over, the festival begins."
"The danger is not over yet."
"Even at the end of the battle, there is rest."
He does not bend his opinions at all. Surely he was the one who was threatened, but Shartus was talking about the festival inappropriately.
Rosentine wondered what Shartus was trying to do so much. She's sure he'll be in trouble again.
She always felt that way with Shartus, so Rosentine could be sure of that.
"Isn't it a pity? A beautiful woman can't enjoy a ball."
What do you mean? Rosentine looked dumbfounded all at once. She couldn't trust the word 'beautiful' coming out of Shartus' mouth.
It would be more relatable for Moren to be jealous of her appearance.
Rosentine could have bet anything that if she stopped anyone on the street and asked who was the most brilliant person in this place, one hundred out of one hundred would name Shartus.
Rosentine carefully examined Shartus' face. It's been a few times since they met face to face, but she still hasn't gotten used to this look. The bridge of his handsome nose that received the moonlight glowed with enchantment.
Rosentine, who was looking at him, said.
"In terms of appearance, isn't Your Highness the most beautiful?"
Shartus smiled, looking at her. Rosentine saw herself reflected in his eyes at first glance.
"I want to see that."
Is it the magic of moonlight? She heard Shartus's voice from afar.
"What about the heart... Is it strange?"
The fever rose in an instant. Her confused head stopped. Even though she couldn't think, her body temperature was rising.
Rosentine couldn't figure out what Shartus was thinking when he said this.
Maybe this is the habit of this handsome man.
She tried to think so. It's obvious, but when he said it, it didn't sound obvious at all. Rosentine, who was panicked for no reason, tried to get out of Shartus's arms.
Shartus, who had let him go obediently, grabbed the back of Rosentine's wounded hand and said respectfully.
"I want to apply for a dance."
In a deserted garden outside the ball, he knocks out a spy he has just caught.
Rosentine opened her mouth lightly. She pointed to the man who had fallen to the ground with an uncaught hand by Shartus.
In this situation?
It was as if she was saying that. Shartus burst into laughter. She wondered if he was such a good laugher.
"Yeah, I guess I'm not in my right mind either."
These were the words of Shartus, who had been laughing for a long time.
The danger of death that he just escaped, and the spy lying on the ground.
There was a mountain of work to do, and she had to pick up spies and make plans for the future. So this is not the time to do this. If there hadn't a man on the floor who fainted, she wouldn't have known again.
But ironically, Shartus did not give up on the dance application.
He was actually feeling cheerful. Where had he ever been so driven by impulse?
Even though it was a situation that had to be wondered, Shartus enjoyed the excitement itself. It was as if he was under a spell.
For some reason, he didn't want to miss any opportunity. Especially not if the Grim Reaper was hovering over him.
Shartus looked at the black-haired woman in front of him. She doesn't have shiny hair like any other lady, nor does she have an extremely elegant body.
But there were vivid eyes. When the deep blue light was directed at him, Shartus felt as if he could see everything around him a little more clearly.
"If you don't accept now. I'll apply for one more time at the banquet hall."
The refusal was tantamount to saying that she would not accept it. Rosentine frowned with his hand in her hand.
Shartus looked at the expression as if he were familiar with it, pressing his lips over the wound.
It was a kiss of request.
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