TCIWTFY - Side Story Chapter 4

She was used to seeing a man walking towards her from afar.

Why is this man here?

The momentum with which she had been busily shaking the reins disappeared, and Neriel dismounted from her horse awkwardly.

Squeak, squeak.

The steps she took to meet him were stiff like a wooden doll.

"Gallo."

What should I say first? I pushed him away so harshly, but he might have changed his mind in the meantime.

What if he no longer feels the same way about me? Then what should I do?

"Sir Neriel."

While all kinds of worries were blooming, Gallo was standing in front of her before she knew it.

"Gallo, why is your condition like this..."

Neriel was surprised to see him.

The bear-like body that was pulling his shirt tightly even looked loose, as if he had lost muscle.

Sharply sharpened jawline and sunken cheeks.

Even his lips were covered in dry blood, and his face was gray, making him look like a seriously ill patient.

She couldn't tell how much he had suffered because of her.

It was then. A big, clumsy hand grabbed Neriel's wrist.

"Don't run away, please. Wait a minute."

"..."

"I said no, so I listened to my heart in a cool way. You can do that, right?"

The hand on Neriel's wrist trembled slightly.

"Lord Gallo..."

"I like you. Neriel is blunt and so frustratingly stubborn that I can only see one person, so I like you."

He poured out his words without breathing.

"I don't want to do this either. I don't want to beg so miserably for someone like you whose heart is made of cast iron..."

With his other hand, Gallo wiped away his tears again.

The mountain-like man shed tears fiercely.

"Yes, I love you to death. If it's too much, you don't have to get married. Can't we just meet for one year?"

Neriel pauses.

What about the existence of the wedding ring that Medea gave her in her pocket?

"If you really don't want to, you can kick me neatly at that time. Take responsibility, why don't you give and take away people's hearts like this!"

It was somehow pitiful and desperate for the appearance of being scolded for responsibility.

"..."

"If one year is difficult, or half a year, no, even three months, even if it's just a month, or even if it's just a month! Don't you feel sorry for me?"

Perhaps he recognized Neriel's silence as a refusal, and Gallo's voice became more and more urgent.

"Even if it's a week, it's fine..."

At that time, their lips touched. Gallo's eyes widened.

Ah, what just came and went on my lips?

"Good."

Neriel's blunt voice was heard.

"Come on, wait, what..."

Gallo touched his lips with a trembling hand.

"I said it was good."

"So what? A week? Or a year? Or a lifetime? Oh, no, it's not one of them?"

There was no way Neriel could have missed the clever trick of trying to make the period last again in an instant.

"Yes, hold on a sec, promise me. There won't be any regrets later. Promise me on the ring. Where did I put the ring? Damn it. Where did I put it? I'm sure I brought it with me..."

As Gallo was desperately searching the space in front of him, a small box was thrust in front of him.

Inside the open box was a pair of rings adorned with sparkling diamonds and sapphires.

"...Yes, I will take responsibility."

Of the pair, the woman came closer to Gallo's eyes.

"One year, ten years, a lifetime is fine. So, come on, marry me, ugh!"

"Ughh-huh..."

At that moment, Neriel was thrown into the bear-like man's arms before she could even finish what she was about to say. It was hard to tell whether she was being hugged or whether she was being held.

Neriel, who had been patting the back of the man who was crying in the product, soon raised the corners of her mouth.

The sunlight poured down on them.

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