"Your Highness!"
Max came to his senses and intervened.
"My young lady hasn't been able to sleep, so she is not feeling well. That is why we had no choice but to provide close escort."
Blocking misunderstandings!
"You two need to talk now, so may I ask you to help her up?"
"Ah, right."
As Nike nodded readily as if he had been waiting for this moment, a surprised Vania looked at Max.
The corners of the mouth twitching uncontrollably...
Unable to hide her happy expression, Vania hesitantly slipped her arm into Nike's.
"Thanks for the ride, Max."
"What?"
Soon, the two people, pressed close together, moved away into the annex. Max wiped his nose as he watched their retreating figures.
'These are the good old days...'
I am arm in arm with my man...
I calmed my pounding heart as I vowed to myself that I would definitely raise Max's salary next year.
Our arms tightly intertwined. Right now, all my senses are focused on Nike's solid arm muscles, which I can feel vividly...
"I saw the medicine you gave me. Thank you so much."
“Oh, did you see? Here is how you use it.”
I quickly reached inside the sleeve of my dress, took out a piece of paper folded twice, and handed it to Nike.
"I wrote it down here, so please check it later."
Quickly summarize work details in writing!
"My physical condition limits my time for outdoor activities. I only have about two hours left, so let's use my time efficiently."
"Yes, thank you."
By the time Nike received the instruction manual for the salvation medicine and tucked it into his bosom, the guest room of the annex where he was staying came into view.
“Then go inside...”
"There's a walking path behind the annex; do you want to take a walk?"
You want to walk? That's hard.
“Um... It’s a bit awkward to go into the room alone, just the two of us.”
Aha...
"Yes, then."
I wouldn't die while walking, would I?
We left the annex and walked. Walking in the warm spring sunshine on the walking path,
"Your Highness."
"Vania."
We said at the same time.
"Speak first."
Nike yielded.
I took a deep breath, stopped, looked him in the eye, and spoke.
“Your Highness, you don’t like me yet. I mean... as a woman.”
Nike, who had been silent for a moment, nodded slightly.
"I guess so. Because there wasn't enough time for that."
“That is why I wanted to restore your memories, Your Highness. Though you were refused.”
“...”
“Since you said you would marry me without even taking my memories, I was so hurt... and I actually hated you a little, Your Highness...”
"I understand. I won't bring up marriage again. I promised, so I'll wait for you. And as for the memories."
Nike spoke without hesitation, as if he had been preparing to say it.
“I won’t accept it. My mind hasn’t changed.”
"Why?!"
I suddenly choked up and grabbed Nike's collar. He paused at the sight of me pouting, then smiled.
“Because...”
Vania probably couldn't understand a man proposing to her when she had no memory of him.
The Crown Prince also asked again before sending Nike here.
"But, have you definitely made up your mind?"
"Yes?"
“I mean, have you changed your mind about wanting to be engaged to her? You said you were lovers, but didn't you claim you didn't recall all the memories from that time?”
“...”
"Could it be that you decided to get engaged because of a sense of duty that you could not betray your past lover?"
Sense of duty?
'No.'
Whether or not he had memories of love, it was not an important issue for Nike Valencier.
Nike thought of 'the self I do not know'.
Falling in love with a woman from an enemy family. Giving her a secret as precious as his own life. Relentlessly refusing to let go of her hand. Ultimately, saving her life even while abandoning his country.
It's all crazy.
After returning, he vaguely suspected that he had done such a crazy thing because of a memory that suddenly came to mind.
Nevertheless, he went out of his way to dig into his incomplete memories and tried to find out who the person was who drove me crazy.
That is already...
It was because his instincts were telling him that it didn't matter if he went crazy again.
Rather, because he cannot remember.
Nike Valencier could not picture himself without Vania.
At every turning point in his life that he can't even remember, he has consistently chosen only one person.
The direction of his life was directed toward only one person.
But that person.
It is impossible for him not to have it.
Only if Vania is there, only if he holds her hand at the end of this road.
It is the thought that the life he has lived so far can find meaning.
That is why.
The reason why, even though the 'process' of falling in love would be necessary again because of memory loss, it didn't matter if they obtained the 'result' of being bound together by the institution of marriage first.
“Would you like to take the remaining memories?"
Vania probably meant that she couldn't get married unless they had memories of loving each other.
Refused.
Because he wanted to let her know.
He's confident that he's fallen in love with her again, even without any memories.
Anyway, he is someone who is destined to love her like fate.
“I probably won’t be able to love someone else.”
Words hr returned to Ryan, who had once asked him to wait for Vania.
It was a certainty.
“...I wanted to let you know.”
Nike grabbed Vania's hand that was clutching his collar.
And, so that the sincerity is conveyed.
He said emphatically.
“Even without memories, I can love you again. I want to let you know that.”
“...”
Vania's eyes widened. Soon, her cheeks flushed red. Feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to do, she merely moved her lips before taking the first step.
Following slowly beside her, Nike caught his breath.
The two just walked like that for a long time.
Then,
“Then are we... doing it?”
Vania asked in a small voice.
"...What?"
“Dating...”
"Ah."
Dating. Yeah... dating.
Nike hesitated for a moment, then his eyes fell upon Vania's hand. Instead of an answer, he very carefully intertwined his fingers with that hand.
Their faces were flushed. Hands clasped together. Unable to even meet eyes, they simply looked straight ahead and kept walking.
For some reason, the spring sunshine felt hot. Nike glanced back at Vania first.
Looking at her flushed face, staring straight ahead as if embarrassed... suddenly.
'Ah.'
He was surprised to find a small dot on the nape of Vania's neck, where her hair was tied up.
"You..."
"Yes?"
Vania turned around. She traced the nape of her neck where Nike's eyes had touched, then let out a gasp of "Ah."
“A dot?”
"Uh."
"Did you see that it's heart-shaped? Isn't that fascinating?"
Nike, who had been nodding inadvertently, flinched.
'It makes me look like a pervert.'
So what if the mole is heart-shaped? Well, that could happen. He just looks like someone who gets caught secretly peeking at someone's neck and uses the mole as an excuse.
"Don't misunderstand. I just looked because it was really fascinating.*
“Haha, I don’t misunderstand.”
Vania burst into laughter as she watched Nike scrambling.
“It’s understandable that you’d find it fascinating. You have a heart-shaped mole, Your Highness, too.”
"Yes."
So Nike was even more fascinating.
Because there was a spot of the same shape on his own body as well.
'However...'
Nike's steps slowly came to a halt.
'...How do you know?'
Vania also stopped. Then she looked at Nike, who had stopped.
“...”
“...”
Silence. Nike, speechless, and Vania, grinning for some reason as she watches him.
Soon, Vania turned her back and walked ahead. Nike stared blankly at her retreating figure and swallowed hard.
How do you know? He wants to ask, but he doesn't think he should ask right now.
"What are you doing? Come over quickly!"
"...Yes."
Nike, recalling the heart-shaped mole on his right buttock, walked away again feeling embarrassed.
Max came to his senses and intervened.
"My young lady hasn't been able to sleep, so she is not feeling well. That is why we had no choice but to provide close escort."
Blocking misunderstandings!
"You two need to talk now, so may I ask you to help her up?"
"Ah, right."
As Nike nodded readily as if he had been waiting for this moment, a surprised Vania looked at Max.
The corners of the mouth twitching uncontrollably...
Unable to hide her happy expression, Vania hesitantly slipped her arm into Nike's.
"Thanks for the ride, Max."
"What?"
Soon, the two people, pressed close together, moved away into the annex. Max wiped his nose as he watched their retreating figures.
'These are the good old days...'
***
I am arm in arm with my man...
I calmed my pounding heart as I vowed to myself that I would definitely raise Max's salary next year.
Our arms tightly intertwined. Right now, all my senses are focused on Nike's solid arm muscles, which I can feel vividly...
"I saw the medicine you gave me. Thank you so much."
“Oh, did you see? Here is how you use it.”
I quickly reached inside the sleeve of my dress, took out a piece of paper folded twice, and handed it to Nike.
"I wrote it down here, so please check it later."
Quickly summarize work details in writing!
"My physical condition limits my time for outdoor activities. I only have about two hours left, so let's use my time efficiently."
"Yes, thank you."
By the time Nike received the instruction manual for the salvation medicine and tucked it into his bosom, the guest room of the annex where he was staying came into view.
“Then go inside...”
"There's a walking path behind the annex; do you want to take a walk?"
You want to walk? That's hard.
“Um... It’s a bit awkward to go into the room alone, just the two of us.”
Aha...
"Yes, then."
I wouldn't die while walking, would I?
We left the annex and walked. Walking in the warm spring sunshine on the walking path,
"Your Highness."
"Vania."
We said at the same time.
"Speak first."
Nike yielded.
I took a deep breath, stopped, looked him in the eye, and spoke.
“Your Highness, you don’t like me yet. I mean... as a woman.”
Nike, who had been silent for a moment, nodded slightly.
"I guess so. Because there wasn't enough time for that."
“That is why I wanted to restore your memories, Your Highness. Though you were refused.”
“...”
“Since you said you would marry me without even taking my memories, I was so hurt... and I actually hated you a little, Your Highness...”
"I understand. I won't bring up marriage again. I promised, so I'll wait for you. And as for the memories."
Nike spoke without hesitation, as if he had been preparing to say it.
“I won’t accept it. My mind hasn’t changed.”
"Why?!"
I suddenly choked up and grabbed Nike's collar. He paused at the sight of me pouting, then smiled.
“Because...”
***
Vania probably couldn't understand a man proposing to her when she had no memory of him.
The Crown Prince also asked again before sending Nike here.
"But, have you definitely made up your mind?"
"Yes?"
“I mean, have you changed your mind about wanting to be engaged to her? You said you were lovers, but didn't you claim you didn't recall all the memories from that time?”
“...”
"Could it be that you decided to get engaged because of a sense of duty that you could not betray your past lover?"
Sense of duty?
'No.'
Whether or not he had memories of love, it was not an important issue for Nike Valencier.
Nike thought of 'the self I do not know'.
Falling in love with a woman from an enemy family. Giving her a secret as precious as his own life. Relentlessly refusing to let go of her hand. Ultimately, saving her life even while abandoning his country.
It's all crazy.
After returning, he vaguely suspected that he had done such a crazy thing because of a memory that suddenly came to mind.
Nevertheless, he went out of his way to dig into his incomplete memories and tried to find out who the person was who drove me crazy.
That is already...
It was because his instincts were telling him that it didn't matter if he went crazy again.
Rather, because he cannot remember.
Nike Valencier could not picture himself without Vania.
At every turning point in his life that he can't even remember, he has consistently chosen only one person.
The direction of his life was directed toward only one person.
But that person.
It is impossible for him not to have it.
Only if Vania is there, only if he holds her hand at the end of this road.
It is the thought that the life he has lived so far can find meaning.
That is why.
The reason why, even though the 'process' of falling in love would be necessary again because of memory loss, it didn't matter if they obtained the 'result' of being bound together by the institution of marriage first.
“Would you like to take the remaining memories?"
Vania probably meant that she couldn't get married unless they had memories of loving each other.
Refused.
Because he wanted to let her know.
He's confident that he's fallen in love with her again, even without any memories.
Anyway, he is someone who is destined to love her like fate.
“I probably won’t be able to love someone else.”
Words hr returned to Ryan, who had once asked him to wait for Vania.
It was a certainty.
“...I wanted to let you know.”
Nike grabbed Vania's hand that was clutching his collar.
And, so that the sincerity is conveyed.
He said emphatically.
“Even without memories, I can love you again. I want to let you know that.”
“...”
Vania's eyes widened. Soon, her cheeks flushed red. Feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to do, she merely moved her lips before taking the first step.
Following slowly beside her, Nike caught his breath.
The two just walked like that for a long time.
Then,
“Then are we... doing it?”
Vania asked in a small voice.
"...What?"
“Dating...”
"Ah."
Dating. Yeah... dating.
Nike hesitated for a moment, then his eyes fell upon Vania's hand. Instead of an answer, he very carefully intertwined his fingers with that hand.
Their faces were flushed. Hands clasped together. Unable to even meet eyes, they simply looked straight ahead and kept walking.
For some reason, the spring sunshine felt hot. Nike glanced back at Vania first.
Looking at her flushed face, staring straight ahead as if embarrassed... suddenly.
'Ah.'
He was surprised to find a small dot on the nape of Vania's neck, where her hair was tied up.
"You..."
"Yes?"
Vania turned around. She traced the nape of her neck where Nike's eyes had touched, then let out a gasp of "Ah."
“A dot?”
"Uh."
"Did you see that it's heart-shaped? Isn't that fascinating?"
Nike, who had been nodding inadvertently, flinched.
'It makes me look like a pervert.'
So what if the mole is heart-shaped? Well, that could happen. He just looks like someone who gets caught secretly peeking at someone's neck and uses the mole as an excuse.
"Don't misunderstand. I just looked because it was really fascinating.*
“Haha, I don’t misunderstand.”
Vania burst into laughter as she watched Nike scrambling.
“It’s understandable that you’d find it fascinating. You have a heart-shaped mole, Your Highness, too.”
"Yes."
So Nike was even more fascinating.
Because there was a spot of the same shape on his own body as well.
'However...'
Nike's steps slowly came to a halt.
'...How do you know?'
Vania also stopped. Then she looked at Nike, who had stopped.
“...”
“...”
Silence. Nike, speechless, and Vania, grinning for some reason as she watches him.
Soon, Vania turned her back and walked ahead. Nike stared blankly at her retreating figure and swallowed hard.
How do you know? He wants to ask, but he doesn't think he should ask right now.
"What are you doing? Come over quickly!"
"...Yes."
Nike, recalling the heart-shaped mole on his right buttock, walked away again feeling embarrassed.
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