The healers were troubled, but they were very glad when Erna stepped forward to take care of her.
"You will be sweating a lot. Please pour water into your mouth occasionally. Also, please wipe your body with a damp towel so you don't feel too sticky. We will stop by once in the evening."
Callion certainly sweated a lot, just as the healers had said. She thought there wouldn't be any more pain, but at night, he would let out low groans. Since Callion took up so much of the bed, this time Erna lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
Should I ask them to bring another bed?
She thought they would bring her a bed if she said she was tired from nursing, but when she went outside, most of the beds were already being used by the injured. In the end, Erna gave up on asking for a bed and fell asleep on the sofa. After all, she didn't urgently need magic power, and it was actually quite comfortable to lie on.
Meanwhile, she looked after Callion whenever she had a spare moment. She wiped away sweat and poured water over his lips whenever they seemed dry. It wasn't extremely difficult, but she still wished he would get up soon.
Erna gazed at the sleeping Callion, resting her chin on her hand. A broad forehead and thick eyebrows. Deeply recessed eye sockets beneath them that gave a sculpted appearance. Eyelashes long enough to seem out of place. A nose bridge that looked as if it had been carved.
The face that Erna saw up close while wiping away sweat was much more handsome than she had ever perceived.
It’s no wonder the young ladies flocked here.
About once a year, a grand year-end banquet is held at the Grand Duke's castle with members of the council. At the banquet, the nobles and council members—specifically, the young women among them—swarmed toward Callion as soon as the event began. The older women stepped back a step and gazed at Callion with pleased expressions, muttering, "If only I were ten years younger."
Erna had to struggle desperately not to spit out the wine she was drinking when those unaware of the situation spoke with envy, remarking how lucky the Grand Duke was to have such a husband. However, looking at their faces now, she could understand their feelings a little. After all, if he just kept his mouth shut and remained still like a statue, he wouldn't have been a bad choice to leave in a corner.
While thinking that, she noticed the faint claw marks of a monster remaining on his neck.
“Tsk.”
Erna clicked her tongue involuntarily. Why did a mark have to be left in a spot like that? It looks awful.
Then Erna shook her head. What was I thinking? Why would I be worried about whether that guy gets hurt or not?
A moment later, Erna stood up from her seat, feeling annoyed that she felt inexplicably sorry every time she saw him. Before she knew it, Callion had started letting out a low groan. Sure enough, sweat trickled down his forehead and rolled down. Erna, accustomed to the task, wet a towel, wrung it out, and wiped Callion's forehead.
It wasn't just the forehead that was wiped. The cheeks, neck, hands, arms, and even the chest.
Erna climbed onto the bed and reached out to unbutton his pajamas. At first, she regretted stepping forward to nurse him and doing such a thing, but after about three days, she had become so accustomed to it that she could reach out without hesitation.
It's really hard.
At first, the fact that she was touching someone else's body felt awkward, but now it was actually a little amusing. That was because the muscles she had only seen in books were firmly established on his body. Every time she felt those muscles—which she thought only statues possessed—through the towel, Erna was simply fascinated. How could a human body become this hard? Could this really be created?
Having always seen them only in pictures, this was the first time seeing them this close in person. Thinking that this was her only chance, Erna observed his muscles to her heart's content. It wasn't just his chest. His arms and legs, too. Erna wiped his hands meticulously, allowing her to observe them to her heart's content. Eventually, her gaze would fall on a certain spot.
“...”
The shape of something long was visible between his legs as he lay there wearing thin pajamas. Of course, it wasn't that she didn't know what it was.
It's still big, but...
It wasn't the violently large size she saw that day. Could what she saw that night have been a hallucination? No matter how much she thinks about it, it doesn't seem like a size that could be attached to a human body.
No, she doesn't think this is right after all.
Erna felt pathetic as she looked between Callion's legs. Of course, she had wiped his sweat, but wasn't this undeniably molestation? Yet, her gaze still lingered on his. If Callion had stared at her like this, she would have slapped him right then and there...
"Uh?"
It seemed as though Callion's had moved slightly. Wondering if she had seen it wrong, Erna concentrated even more, gazing intently between his legs. A moment later, Erna realized her eyes were not mistaken. She saw his thing, which had been lying still like its master, slowly rising. Just as Erna leaned her face closer, wondering what on earth was happening...
“What are you doing?”
“Ugh!”
Erna screamed in surprise at the sudden voice. When she turned her head, Callion was staring at her with a bewildered expression.
"I'm going to stay the night here."
Orpheus was taken aback by the sight of Erna sitting on her bed.
“Here? Is there a problem in your room, Grand Duke?”
“No, there’s no problem with the room...”
"I have a problem with the guy in the room." Erna couldn't bring herself to say those words.
"But why are you planning to sleep here?"
“Uh, well. He woke up, you know. So I thought it might be better for his recovery if he just got some good rest alone. After all, you get self-conscious if someone else is around, right?”
“That’s right, I heard. I heard Grand Duke Callion has woken up. Is he feeling fine?”
“Yeah. It didn’t seem like there was any.”
Erna recalled the scene of the room she had seen before leaving. Food was piled high on a large table, and Carillon was devouring it furiously. It seemed that common sense did not apply to Callion, as the idea that one should start with light foods like soup because digestive function deteriorates after not eating for several days did not apply to him.
As soon as Callion finished his meal, the healers left the room, telling him he could now rest well on his own. Callion, seemingly displeased with the smell of his body from not having washed properly for a while, raised his arm to sniff it before heading to the bathroom with a towel. As he did so, he spoke to Erna, who had been watching him cautiously from the corner.
“Don’t go anywhere, wait for me.”
After saying that, he went into the bathroom. The moment Erna heard the sound of water from inside, she immediately ran out of the room. She then barged into Orpheus's bedroom and insisted on staying the night.
His gaze was no joke.
Indeed, no one would want to let it slide if they found out that someone else had been staring intently at their crotch while they were unconscious.
Erna buried her face in the pillow on the bed. I'm crazy, I'm crazy. Why did I do that? And why did that guy have to wake up at that moment of all times?
Erna thrashed about on Orpheus's bed, letting out a silent scream.
“Grand Duke! You’re kicking up dust! What on earth is wrong with you...”
Orpheus’s voice, which had been scolding Erna while kicking dust away with her hand, cut off. Then, a sudden chill filled the room. Startled, Erna quickly looked up.
“Orpheus, what’s wrong... Gasp!”
Beyond the open door, Callion, who hadn't even wiped his hair, dripping wet, was glaring at her with his arms crossed. He spoke in a cold voice.
"Come to the room."
I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
I won't do that again.
Erna recalled something she had read in a book. Hadn't it been said that one would never face trouble in life if one just said those three sentences well? But now, she could say with confidence. The author of that book could say that simply because they had never met a person like Callion.
Is that what a look of wanting to stab someone to death looks like? Erna desperately averted her gaze from Callion, who was glaring at her, and looked toward the door. If that guy raises his fist, I'll just run away. No, should I just block it with magic?
“Why are you looking at the door?”
When Callion asked a question out of the blue, Erna answered honestly.
"To run away."
"What?"
"Let me tell you in advance, I really hate getting hurt. So I have no intention of just quietly taking the hit."
Callion frowned upon hearing Erna's answer.
“Why do you think I’m going to hit you? When have I ever hit you?”
His face was filled with displeasure, as if he had heard something extremely insulting. Then, suddenly, his eyes flashed.
"Or which bastard dared to attack the Grand Duke of Hessengard while spouting such nonsense?"
“That’s not it... I’m saying this because the look in your eyes looks like you’re going to beat me to death.”
She couldn't bring herself to say that she spoke because it reminded her of her childhood, so she gave a vague answer, but Callion's gaze remained fierce. Erna, who had been watching his reaction, opened her mouth as if she had a good idea.
"You did it once, and I did it once, so let's pretend it never happened."
“What are you talking about?”
“You... touched my body. Since we exchanged that and this once each, I’m saying let’s pretend it never happened and forget about it.”
“By that kind of calculation, I’m the one losing out. You slapped me that day, didn’t you?”
At Callion's persistent questioning, Erna raised her eyes without averting her gaze any longer.
“You touched it, didn’t you? I just looked.”
“Violence with the eyes is also molestation.”
“If we're going to weigh the severity of the sin, yours is heavier, you know?”
The conversation that took place between the two Grand Dukes who support Hessengard was undignified, childish, and inconsiderate. The two, who had been bickering about who was more at fault and who was more shameless, eventually spat out their final words while huffing and puffing.
"...Earthworm."
"...Pumpkin."
"You will be sweating a lot. Please pour water into your mouth occasionally. Also, please wipe your body with a damp towel so you don't feel too sticky. We will stop by once in the evening."
Callion certainly sweated a lot, just as the healers had said. She thought there wouldn't be any more pain, but at night, he would let out low groans. Since Callion took up so much of the bed, this time Erna lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
Should I ask them to bring another bed?
She thought they would bring her a bed if she said she was tired from nursing, but when she went outside, most of the beds were already being used by the injured. In the end, Erna gave up on asking for a bed and fell asleep on the sofa. After all, she didn't urgently need magic power, and it was actually quite comfortable to lie on.
Meanwhile, she looked after Callion whenever she had a spare moment. She wiped away sweat and poured water over his lips whenever they seemed dry. It wasn't extremely difficult, but she still wished he would get up soon.
Erna gazed at the sleeping Callion, resting her chin on her hand. A broad forehead and thick eyebrows. Deeply recessed eye sockets beneath them that gave a sculpted appearance. Eyelashes long enough to seem out of place. A nose bridge that looked as if it had been carved.
The face that Erna saw up close while wiping away sweat was much more handsome than she had ever perceived.
It’s no wonder the young ladies flocked here.
About once a year, a grand year-end banquet is held at the Grand Duke's castle with members of the council. At the banquet, the nobles and council members—specifically, the young women among them—swarmed toward Callion as soon as the event began. The older women stepped back a step and gazed at Callion with pleased expressions, muttering, "If only I were ten years younger."
Erna had to struggle desperately not to spit out the wine she was drinking when those unaware of the situation spoke with envy, remarking how lucky the Grand Duke was to have such a husband. However, looking at their faces now, she could understand their feelings a little. After all, if he just kept his mouth shut and remained still like a statue, he wouldn't have been a bad choice to leave in a corner.
While thinking that, she noticed the faint claw marks of a monster remaining on his neck.
“Tsk.”
Erna clicked her tongue involuntarily. Why did a mark have to be left in a spot like that? It looks awful.
Then Erna shook her head. What was I thinking? Why would I be worried about whether that guy gets hurt or not?
A moment later, Erna stood up from her seat, feeling annoyed that she felt inexplicably sorry every time she saw him. Before she knew it, Callion had started letting out a low groan. Sure enough, sweat trickled down his forehead and rolled down. Erna, accustomed to the task, wet a towel, wrung it out, and wiped Callion's forehead.
It wasn't just the forehead that was wiped. The cheeks, neck, hands, arms, and even the chest.
Erna climbed onto the bed and reached out to unbutton his pajamas. At first, she regretted stepping forward to nurse him and doing such a thing, but after about three days, she had become so accustomed to it that she could reach out without hesitation.
It's really hard.
At first, the fact that she was touching someone else's body felt awkward, but now it was actually a little amusing. That was because the muscles she had only seen in books were firmly established on his body. Every time she felt those muscles—which she thought only statues possessed—through the towel, Erna was simply fascinated. How could a human body become this hard? Could this really be created?
Having always seen them only in pictures, this was the first time seeing them this close in person. Thinking that this was her only chance, Erna observed his muscles to her heart's content. It wasn't just his chest. His arms and legs, too. Erna wiped his hands meticulously, allowing her to observe them to her heart's content. Eventually, her gaze would fall on a certain spot.
“...”
The shape of something long was visible between his legs as he lay there wearing thin pajamas. Of course, it wasn't that she didn't know what it was.
It's still big, but...
It wasn't the violently large size she saw that day. Could what she saw that night have been a hallucination? No matter how much she thinks about it, it doesn't seem like a size that could be attached to a human body.
No, she doesn't think this is right after all.
Erna felt pathetic as she looked between Callion's legs. Of course, she had wiped his sweat, but wasn't this undeniably molestation? Yet, her gaze still lingered on his. If Callion had stared at her like this, she would have slapped him right then and there...
"Uh?"
It seemed as though Callion's had moved slightly. Wondering if she had seen it wrong, Erna concentrated even more, gazing intently between his legs. A moment later, Erna realized her eyes were not mistaken. She saw his thing, which had been lying still like its master, slowly rising. Just as Erna leaned her face closer, wondering what on earth was happening...
“What are you doing?”
“Ugh!”
Erna screamed in surprise at the sudden voice. When she turned her head, Callion was staring at her with a bewildered expression.
***
"I'm going to stay the night here."
Orpheus was taken aback by the sight of Erna sitting on her bed.
“Here? Is there a problem in your room, Grand Duke?”
“No, there’s no problem with the room...”
"I have a problem with the guy in the room." Erna couldn't bring herself to say those words.
"But why are you planning to sleep here?"
“Uh, well. He woke up, you know. So I thought it might be better for his recovery if he just got some good rest alone. After all, you get self-conscious if someone else is around, right?”
“That’s right, I heard. I heard Grand Duke Callion has woken up. Is he feeling fine?”
“Yeah. It didn’t seem like there was any.”
Erna recalled the scene of the room she had seen before leaving. Food was piled high on a large table, and Carillon was devouring it furiously. It seemed that common sense did not apply to Callion, as the idea that one should start with light foods like soup because digestive function deteriorates after not eating for several days did not apply to him.
As soon as Callion finished his meal, the healers left the room, telling him he could now rest well on his own. Callion, seemingly displeased with the smell of his body from not having washed properly for a while, raised his arm to sniff it before heading to the bathroom with a towel. As he did so, he spoke to Erna, who had been watching him cautiously from the corner.
“Don’t go anywhere, wait for me.”
After saying that, he went into the bathroom. The moment Erna heard the sound of water from inside, she immediately ran out of the room. She then barged into Orpheus's bedroom and insisted on staying the night.
His gaze was no joke.
Indeed, no one would want to let it slide if they found out that someone else had been staring intently at their crotch while they were unconscious.
Erna buried her face in the pillow on the bed. I'm crazy, I'm crazy. Why did I do that? And why did that guy have to wake up at that moment of all times?
Erna thrashed about on Orpheus's bed, letting out a silent scream.
“Grand Duke! You’re kicking up dust! What on earth is wrong with you...”
Orpheus’s voice, which had been scolding Erna while kicking dust away with her hand, cut off. Then, a sudden chill filled the room. Startled, Erna quickly looked up.
“Orpheus, what’s wrong... Gasp!”
Beyond the open door, Callion, who hadn't even wiped his hair, dripping wet, was glaring at her with his arms crossed. He spoke in a cold voice.
"Come to the room."
I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
I won't do that again.
Erna recalled something she had read in a book. Hadn't it been said that one would never face trouble in life if one just said those three sentences well? But now, she could say with confidence. The author of that book could say that simply because they had never met a person like Callion.
Is that what a look of wanting to stab someone to death looks like? Erna desperately averted her gaze from Callion, who was glaring at her, and looked toward the door. If that guy raises his fist, I'll just run away. No, should I just block it with magic?
“Why are you looking at the door?”
When Callion asked a question out of the blue, Erna answered honestly.
"To run away."
"What?"
"Let me tell you in advance, I really hate getting hurt. So I have no intention of just quietly taking the hit."
Callion frowned upon hearing Erna's answer.
“Why do you think I’m going to hit you? When have I ever hit you?”
His face was filled with displeasure, as if he had heard something extremely insulting. Then, suddenly, his eyes flashed.
"Or which bastard dared to attack the Grand Duke of Hessengard while spouting such nonsense?"
“That’s not it... I’m saying this because the look in your eyes looks like you’re going to beat me to death.”
She couldn't bring herself to say that she spoke because it reminded her of her childhood, so she gave a vague answer, but Callion's gaze remained fierce. Erna, who had been watching his reaction, opened her mouth as if she had a good idea.
"You did it once, and I did it once, so let's pretend it never happened."
“What are you talking about?”
“You... touched my body. Since we exchanged that and this once each, I’m saying let’s pretend it never happened and forget about it.”
“By that kind of calculation, I’m the one losing out. You slapped me that day, didn’t you?”
At Callion's persistent questioning, Erna raised her eyes without averting her gaze any longer.
“You touched it, didn’t you? I just looked.”
“Violence with the eyes is also molestation.”
“If we're going to weigh the severity of the sin, yours is heavier, you know?”
The conversation that took place between the two Grand Dukes who support Hessengard was undignified, childish, and inconsiderate. The two, who had been bickering about who was more at fault and who was more shameless, eventually spat out their final words while huffing and puffing.
"...Earthworm."
"...Pumpkin."
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