Episode 79. The Extravagant Couple
The principles of birth for monsters and wizards are the same.
Beasts that are inherently responsive to magical power are called demons, while humans are called magicians. Whether human or beast, individuals capable of harnessing magical power are enhanced in every way. They are larger and stronger than ordinary individuals, and typically live longer.
Noah is a wizard.
He was physically large and had great stamina.
So Olivia couldn't sleep until dawn. Without a comparison group, she'd always assumed this was the norm, but the moment she saw the faint dawn, she was certain this had exceeded the standard.
Olivia cried and screamed at Noah, who leaned over again.
“It’s dawn!”
As Noah looked out the window at her scream, Olivia pulled the sheet that had been carelessly pushed aside and covered her face.
What the heck! I've never seen anything like this in a sex education book!
The gap between academia and practice was too great.
Noah, who was originally far from considerate or understanding, swallowed his regret and stepped back when he realized that he had pushed things to the point where the outlines of things were starting to blur.
As the heavy weight pressing down on her disappeared, Olivia curled up in the sheet, curling up into a ball.
She hid every strand of hair under the sheets, fearing that it might inflame his greed.
“....”
Noah was displeased with the sight, but he had done something, so he remained silent and stood up. He couldn't fall asleep right away, as his regrets remained unresolved.
Olivia, on the other hand, soon fell into a deep sleep.
Leaving the bride, who had fallen asleep as if she had fainted from exhaustion, behind, the groom leisurely headed to the bathroom.
“Your Highness, you must rise.”
Olivia jumped up like a spring at the sound of a voice piercing her ear. She hurriedly pulled the flowing sheets to cover herself. The head maid smiled softly, draped a fluffy gown around her shoulders, and whispered.
“I need to burn the sheets and blankets. There are people from the palace here, so please understand.”
Herod's marriage was consummated on the couple's wedding night. While there were differences between families, it was customary to burn the couple's bedding the morning after the wedding and then announce the news to both families.
Olivia couldn't bring herself to raise her head from the mess of sheets and blankets. But why was this shame only hers?
Noah was not there.
"His Highness the Prince is already coughing and is waiting for Your Highness. You should share your first breakfast together."
Olivia nodded hastily, closing her gown.
“I woke up too late.”
“No, that’s not true. I won’t wake you up tomorrow, so sleep well.”
The Prince, who emerged from his bedroom after dawn, didn't look like someone who had just woken from a nap. So, the Princess must have fallen asleep by then, too.
Olivia nodded, unable to meet the head maid's eyes, and climbed out of bed. But as she moved, her face hardened.
They said it might be a bit uncomfortable after the first night, but it wasn't just a bit uncomfortable; it was extremely uncomfortable.
The quick-witted maid quickly guided her to the bathroom.
“Soaking in the hot water will help relieve your aches and pains. Come in for a moment.”
“You told me he was waiting.”
“He’ll have to wait that long.”
It's a bit much for you to be sitting there all alone, dressed neatly, while we're taking down the blankets on the first night.
The maid wisely swallowed her words.
Then, she gently coaxed the Princess, who was reluctant to reveal her naked body, and removed her gown. A splendid truth lay hidden beneath the gown, and the head maid, witnessing it, was momentarily speechless. Olivia once again felt the urge to hide somewhere.
The maid thought of the Prince sitting leisurely with his blond hair shining, and muttered to herself.
'Your Highness, you made this and are cleaning it up by yourself. It's really too much.'
She shook her head slightly and gave orders to the maids outside the bathroom.
“Bring me some congestive ointment.”
Olivia ended up burying her face in her palms.
As she came out of the bath, swallowing her shame, Olivia worried about what she would see in Noah's face.
The breath they had touched still seemed to linger at the tip of her nose, and the voice that seemed to boil from deep in his throat clung to her ear, sending shivers down her spine just thinking about it.
“Liv, ah... Liv.”
She never thought her name would sound so unfamiliar.
He whispered her name all night long, and she called his name all night long.
The walk to the balcony room where Noah was waiting was as nerve-wracking as the walk to the bedroom last night. Even now, she was wearing a house dress that reached all the way to her neck, trying to hide the sharp memories of their first night.
Finally, the road that she wished would never end has ended.
Beyond the suddenly opened door, clear autumn sunlight poured in. And her husband, as usual, sat leisurely, overwhelmed by it all.
Noah, who was looking through the morning paper today, smiled leisurely as he looked at Olivia, who had finally appeared.
“Good morning, Liv.”
There is no way to do business with a shameless person.
Olivia looked at Noah, who was dressed neatly and gave her a quick greeting, and felt regret for the time she had felt alone and embarrassed earlier.
Why would I have suffered alone?
This person is fine.
The good news, though, was that since he was fine, her embarrassment evaporated quickly like dew on a summer morning.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
Noah, who was rising from his seat, opened his eyes dimly. He personally pulled out the chair for her and whispered in her ear.
“You’ve been calling my name all night, and you still don’t get used to it?”
“...”
He gently touched her round, burning earlobe with his finger, and Olivia turned her head sharply, looking up at him. Noah could only grin at the resentful expression in her round eyes.
“...Good morning... Noah.”
The sound of his name in her voice seemed to resurface the regret that hadn't been resolved since dawn. Noah glanced at the dress closed to the neckline and returned to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, the chef, as if he had been waiting, served breakfast directly in front of the two of them.
The meal was surprisingly simple. The tableware was extravagant, but inside were a poached egg and avocado salad, and steaming hot black tea wafted from a wide-mouthed teacup.
As Noah sipped his tea, Olivia unfolded her napkin and placed it on her lap.
Noah doesn't usually eat much for his size, but this morning he was so hungry that his plate was empty in no time.
On the other hand, Olivia didn't even know she was hungry, and the eggs and black tea didn't suit her taste.
She glanced up at him and saw that he was already drinking his second cup of black tea.
Meat, wine, black tea, poached eggs, and avocado salad.
It seems like he doesn't enjoy sweets.
Olivia cracked open a poached egg and chewed it with avocado, remembering the way he used to eat. She remembered her usual cold coffee and donut for breakfast, but this was healthier, and she wanted to understand Noah's life.
From his eating habits in a narrow sense to his way of thinking in a broader sense.
Olivia felt that experiencing his way of life was the first step toward understanding.
Meanwhile, Noah glanced at Olivia's quivering lips and snickered.
You're eating well.
It could not have been a more peaceful and satisfying morning.
'Debauchery.'
Indulge in alcohol and have bad behavior.
'Arrogant.'
It is loosely tied and untied without any place to tie or break.
As Olivia watched the sunlight streaming through the transparent window, a word unrelated to her life came to mind.
“Where are you looking, Liv?”
Olivia closed her eyes at the wet, soft feeling touching her eyes, and Noah buried his head in the nape of her neck.
He was so used to it that she probably wouldn't notice it, but every time he buried his nose in the nape of her neck, the scent seeping into his lungs was so good he thought he was going crazy.
Is that all?
He liked the feel of her slender fingers reaching for him, and he also liked her soft voice.
The best part of all was the moment when the black eyes that had once sparkled with intelligence became clouded and murky.
The gap drove him crazy.
“Look at me.”
That way, she can look into his eyes.
“Ah, Noah.”
Noah laughed long and seductively at Olivia's call.
The two seemed to have broken free from all conventions and conventions. Not only were their usual wake-up and bedtime routines a mess, but even their mealtimes were a mess.
Even after their wedding morning, no one had touched the couple, so Olivia was living a life of debauchery and extravagance.
And her husband, it seemed, had always been that kind of person.
It's been three days since he started living this absurd life.
The same scene had been etched on Olivia's retina for days. The head maid had clearly promised to show her around Hamuel Mansion, but she couldn't even leave her room, let alone see it.
The experienced maid, who had seen that she had used up an entire bottle of blood-clotting ointment in just a few days, kept her mouth shut as if she had never made such a suggestion.
Olivia, who was staring blankly at the ornate ceiling, suddenly remembered Madame Lehmann's words.
“The number of times and the cycle will be decided upon by the agreement of each spouse, so please discuss this with His Royal Highness later.”
She thinks it's time to discuss it with him.
At that time, Noah was lying down and continuing to comb Olivia's hair with his fingers.
“Noah, do other couples usually do this?”
Noah, who had been enjoying the feel of her hair, suddenly stopped moving. His eyes, once relaxed and content, suddenly lit up. The cunning lion quickly turned his head and responded as if nothing was amiss.
“It’s average.”
The principles of birth for monsters and wizards are the same.
Beasts that are inherently responsive to magical power are called demons, while humans are called magicians. Whether human or beast, individuals capable of harnessing magical power are enhanced in every way. They are larger and stronger than ordinary individuals, and typically live longer.
Noah is a wizard.
He was physically large and had great stamina.
So Olivia couldn't sleep until dawn. Without a comparison group, she'd always assumed this was the norm, but the moment she saw the faint dawn, she was certain this had exceeded the standard.
Olivia cried and screamed at Noah, who leaned over again.
“It’s dawn!”
As Noah looked out the window at her scream, Olivia pulled the sheet that had been carelessly pushed aside and covered her face.
What the heck! I've never seen anything like this in a sex education book!
The gap between academia and practice was too great.
Noah, who was originally far from considerate or understanding, swallowed his regret and stepped back when he realized that he had pushed things to the point where the outlines of things were starting to blur.
As the heavy weight pressing down on her disappeared, Olivia curled up in the sheet, curling up into a ball.
She hid every strand of hair under the sheets, fearing that it might inflame his greed.
“....”
Noah was displeased with the sight, but he had done something, so he remained silent and stood up. He couldn't fall asleep right away, as his regrets remained unresolved.
Olivia, on the other hand, soon fell into a deep sleep.
Leaving the bride, who had fallen asleep as if she had fainted from exhaustion, behind, the groom leisurely headed to the bathroom.
“Your Highness, you must rise.”
Olivia jumped up like a spring at the sound of a voice piercing her ear. She hurriedly pulled the flowing sheets to cover herself. The head maid smiled softly, draped a fluffy gown around her shoulders, and whispered.
“I need to burn the sheets and blankets. There are people from the palace here, so please understand.”
Herod's marriage was consummated on the couple's wedding night. While there were differences between families, it was customary to burn the couple's bedding the morning after the wedding and then announce the news to both families.
Olivia couldn't bring herself to raise her head from the mess of sheets and blankets. But why was this shame only hers?
Noah was not there.
"His Highness the Prince is already coughing and is waiting for Your Highness. You should share your first breakfast together."
Olivia nodded hastily, closing her gown.
“I woke up too late.”
“No, that’s not true. I won’t wake you up tomorrow, so sleep well.”
The Prince, who emerged from his bedroom after dawn, didn't look like someone who had just woken from a nap. So, the Princess must have fallen asleep by then, too.
Olivia nodded, unable to meet the head maid's eyes, and climbed out of bed. But as she moved, her face hardened.
They said it might be a bit uncomfortable after the first night, but it wasn't just a bit uncomfortable; it was extremely uncomfortable.
The quick-witted maid quickly guided her to the bathroom.
“Soaking in the hot water will help relieve your aches and pains. Come in for a moment.”
“You told me he was waiting.”
“He’ll have to wait that long.”
It's a bit much for you to be sitting there all alone, dressed neatly, while we're taking down the blankets on the first night.
The maid wisely swallowed her words.
Then, she gently coaxed the Princess, who was reluctant to reveal her naked body, and removed her gown. A splendid truth lay hidden beneath the gown, and the head maid, witnessing it, was momentarily speechless. Olivia once again felt the urge to hide somewhere.
The maid thought of the Prince sitting leisurely with his blond hair shining, and muttered to herself.
'Your Highness, you made this and are cleaning it up by yourself. It's really too much.'
She shook her head slightly and gave orders to the maids outside the bathroom.
“Bring me some congestive ointment.”
Olivia ended up burying her face in her palms.
As she came out of the bath, swallowing her shame, Olivia worried about what she would see in Noah's face.
The breath they had touched still seemed to linger at the tip of her nose, and the voice that seemed to boil from deep in his throat clung to her ear, sending shivers down her spine just thinking about it.
“Liv, ah... Liv.”
She never thought her name would sound so unfamiliar.
He whispered her name all night long, and she called his name all night long.
The walk to the balcony room where Noah was waiting was as nerve-wracking as the walk to the bedroom last night. Even now, she was wearing a house dress that reached all the way to her neck, trying to hide the sharp memories of their first night.
Finally, the road that she wished would never end has ended.
Beyond the suddenly opened door, clear autumn sunlight poured in. And her husband, as usual, sat leisurely, overwhelmed by it all.
Noah, who was looking through the morning paper today, smiled leisurely as he looked at Olivia, who had finally appeared.
“Good morning, Liv.”
There is no way to do business with a shameless person.
Olivia looked at Noah, who was dressed neatly and gave her a quick greeting, and felt regret for the time she had felt alone and embarrassed earlier.
Why would I have suffered alone?
This person is fine.
The good news, though, was that since he was fine, her embarrassment evaporated quickly like dew on a summer morning.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
Noah, who was rising from his seat, opened his eyes dimly. He personally pulled out the chair for her and whispered in her ear.
“You’ve been calling my name all night, and you still don’t get used to it?”
“...”
He gently touched her round, burning earlobe with his finger, and Olivia turned her head sharply, looking up at him. Noah could only grin at the resentful expression in her round eyes.
“...Good morning... Noah.”
The sound of his name in her voice seemed to resurface the regret that hadn't been resolved since dawn. Noah glanced at the dress closed to the neckline and returned to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, the chef, as if he had been waiting, served breakfast directly in front of the two of them.
The meal was surprisingly simple. The tableware was extravagant, but inside were a poached egg and avocado salad, and steaming hot black tea wafted from a wide-mouthed teacup.
As Noah sipped his tea, Olivia unfolded her napkin and placed it on her lap.
Noah doesn't usually eat much for his size, but this morning he was so hungry that his plate was empty in no time.
On the other hand, Olivia didn't even know she was hungry, and the eggs and black tea didn't suit her taste.
She glanced up at him and saw that he was already drinking his second cup of black tea.
Meat, wine, black tea, poached eggs, and avocado salad.
It seems like he doesn't enjoy sweets.
Olivia cracked open a poached egg and chewed it with avocado, remembering the way he used to eat. She remembered her usual cold coffee and donut for breakfast, but this was healthier, and she wanted to understand Noah's life.
From his eating habits in a narrow sense to his way of thinking in a broader sense.
Olivia felt that experiencing his way of life was the first step toward understanding.
Meanwhile, Noah glanced at Olivia's quivering lips and snickered.
You're eating well.
It could not have been a more peaceful and satisfying morning.
***
'Debauchery.'
Indulge in alcohol and have bad behavior.
'Arrogant.'
It is loosely tied and untied without any place to tie or break.
As Olivia watched the sunlight streaming through the transparent window, a word unrelated to her life came to mind.
“Where are you looking, Liv?”
Olivia closed her eyes at the wet, soft feeling touching her eyes, and Noah buried his head in the nape of her neck.
He was so used to it that she probably wouldn't notice it, but every time he buried his nose in the nape of her neck, the scent seeping into his lungs was so good he thought he was going crazy.
Is that all?
He liked the feel of her slender fingers reaching for him, and he also liked her soft voice.
The best part of all was the moment when the black eyes that had once sparkled with intelligence became clouded and murky.
The gap drove him crazy.
“Look at me.”
That way, she can look into his eyes.
“Ah, Noah.”
Noah laughed long and seductively at Olivia's call.
The two seemed to have broken free from all conventions and conventions. Not only were their usual wake-up and bedtime routines a mess, but even their mealtimes were a mess.
Even after their wedding morning, no one had touched the couple, so Olivia was living a life of debauchery and extravagance.
And her husband, it seemed, had always been that kind of person.
It's been three days since he started living this absurd life.
The same scene had been etched on Olivia's retina for days. The head maid had clearly promised to show her around Hamuel Mansion, but she couldn't even leave her room, let alone see it.
The experienced maid, who had seen that she had used up an entire bottle of blood-clotting ointment in just a few days, kept her mouth shut as if she had never made such a suggestion.
Olivia, who was staring blankly at the ornate ceiling, suddenly remembered Madame Lehmann's words.
“The number of times and the cycle will be decided upon by the agreement of each spouse, so please discuss this with His Royal Highness later.”
She thinks it's time to discuss it with him.
At that time, Noah was lying down and continuing to comb Olivia's hair with his fingers.
“Noah, do other couples usually do this?”
Noah, who had been enjoying the feel of her hair, suddenly stopped moving. His eyes, once relaxed and content, suddenly lit up. The cunning lion quickly turned his head and responded as if nothing was amiss.
“It’s average.”
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