"I guess I'll just keep doing it until it appears.
After a brief silence, Erna, who had fully understood the meaning of those words, recoiled in horror and tried to pry her hand away, but Callion tightened his grip on her fingers even more.
“You, you...”
As Erna glared at him with a look of disgust at his nonchalant attitude, Callion couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He hadn't even done anything yet, so why was she so surprised?
As Callion's eyes stared straight at Erna, his lips traced down her arm. The sensation of hot lips brushing against her delicate skin sent a tingling sensation through Erna from head to toe.
Callion lightly stroked his lips over her arm and, contrary to Erna's worries, let go of the hand he had been holding so obediently.
As Erna looked at him in bewilderment at his behavior, which was different from what she had expected, Callion gave a bitter smile.
"If only your body weren't in this condition right now."
“...”
"You couldn't come out for at least a week. No, maybe you couldn't come out until something happened."
There was no need to ask what was happening. A lingering gaze full of desire had passed over her chest and rested on her stomach. Even though he was merely looking, the sensation of what had filled her inside came vividly back to life.
Her body heated up in an instant, and the tips of her ears felt as if they were on fire. Seeing Erna, who looked as if she might explode at any moment, Callion licked his lips with his tongue.
Stained red as if it would taste sweet if licked.
'The doctor told you to stop biting her.'
He remembered the precautions he had heard from her doctor. However, his body found itself unconsciously concentrating because biting and licking produced a sweetness he had never tasted anywhere else.
However, Callion also did not want a scar to remain on Erna's body. The doctor said it was not just a matter of appearance; that part had become particularly weak and could lead to skin problems.
But even so, he didn't want to stop tasting it.
'Then there's only one left.'
Callion's gaze lingered on the plump red lips. On the white teeth visible between the slightly parted lips, and on the soft flesh hidden deeper inside.
'Just wait until I fully recover.'
She will hold onto him for as long as she has endured. She intends to take him in, savoring the taste and enjoying him to the fullest. Erna cannot escape. Because she herself promised to enjoy him.
"Ha."
Callion sighed. The mere thought of it made his lower body ache. But since there was nothing he could do now, he had to stand up before he really did something dangerous.
"I'm leaving now. I won't be back for a few days, so get some good rest."
"Why?"
“If I stay any longer, your aides and doctors standing outside might do something to slit my throat. And...”
Callion looked at the tray on which a mountain of cookies still remained.
"I'll bring something you like next time."
With those last words, Callion returned with a slightly unsteady gait, unlike when he had come.
In the room, which had become quiet again, Erna looked at the door he had turned back through and slowly crawled under the covers.
The back of her hand and arm, where Callion's lips had touched, felt like they were burning. Was it because of that? She no longer felt the other pain that had tormented her before he arrived. If there was a problem, it was...
“I can’t sleep...”
Because the words Callion had said lingered in her ears and lingered like an echo, Erna could not fall asleep until dawn despite taking her medicine.
Chapter 11. The New Grim Reaper
After Callion sneaked into Erna's room and came back, the Grand Duke's castle spent a few peaceful days.
"The doctor still isn't coming on time," Havand's delegation grumbled, but the people of the Grand Duke's castle would smile kindly, saying they would look into it, and then quickly erase their complaints from their minds.
Because of this, the Marquis of Carnarvon's swelling showed no significant improvement, and he remained confined to his bed.
"It’s none of my business what that kid does."
Callion quickly read through the documents submitted to him that were related to the Marquis of Carnarvon, then piled them up in a corner of his desk. Just then, Cedric entered his office, held out new documents to him, and spoke.
"You should know this."
"What is this?"
"We have received word from the border region. They say a new delegation from Havand is crossing over."
"Already?"
Callion frowned and picked up the documents Cedric had brought. Then he gave Cedric an order.
"You eat the last one left."
"Yes..."
At those words, Cedric staggered toward the edge of Callion's desk. There was a plate with a few cookies left on it. Sighing deeply, Cedric stuffed all the cookies on the plate into his mouth. As a result, only crumbs remained on the plate.
'Finally finished eating!'
A few days ago, Callion unexpectedly came to the office carrying a plate full of cookies. Then, he offered one to every knight who came and went.
Since Callion had never once offered them snacks before, the knights happily accepted his offer, thinking they might be snacks containing some kind of medicine that would help their muscles develop further.
Knights have a sense of taste, too. Especially after sweating, snacks tasted several times sweeter than usual when they craved stimulation. Occasionally, some refused, saying they disliked things that were too sweet, but Callion refused that refusal.
Just as the cookies piled on the plate were running low, the Grand Duke's castle chef, leading his apprentices, visited Callion's office carrying a tray filled with all kinds of sweets.
When they asked why he had suddenly come to see him with something like this, the chef answered with a face full of emotion.
“The Grand Duke stopped by the kitchen a while ago and bought up every last bit of the cookies I made. I mean, he wanted them so much; I wonder how he managed to hold back all this time... So, I decided to show off my skills like this. Please have some, Sirs.”
“No, even so, this is...”
Is this elephant feed? Who is going to eat all of this?
The chef, unaware of Cedric's silent scream, left plates piled high with snacks not only in Callion's office but also at the Knights' Order before leaving.
Callion, who had gone out and returned, saw it and said to Cedric.
"From now on, you eat ten at a time."
“Why would I!”
"You can't just throw away what you've already made."
"Then you have it, Grand Duke!"
"Three was my limit. But I believe you will be an aide who demonstrates an attitude of challenging your limits."
Although he was speaking with a smile, it was written all over Callion's face: "Eat whatever I tell you to."
From then on, the sweet scent lingered in the Knights' Order all day long. The knights, who had initially happily picked at the food, grew increasingly pale as time went on. Occasionally, some would attempt to enter the building but cover their mouths and turn back, intimidated by the overwhelming sweet smell.
In the end, Cedric had no choice but to ask for help to defeat the sweet and evil things that filled the Order.
“What? Why didn’t they give us something like this?”
The wizards who came with Orpheus were the knights' saviors. Claiming that they crave sweets after using magic anyway, the wizards swept up the cookies by the plate, asking, "If you don't eat any, can we take them all?"
As Cedric was deeply grateful for the wizards' help, Callion, who was looking at the documents, muttered.
"The delegation is crossing over too fast."
"That's right. I thought it would take a little longer, but it looks like the load I have to carry will double."
Cedric grumbled that he wished the bee that had stung the Marquis of Carnarvon would show some strength one more time.
As Callion flipped through the documents, he noticed something strange. Last time, the Marquis of Carnarvon's name was at the very top of the delegation's list. However, this time, the representative's name was nowhere to be seen. Only the names of a few average nobles were listed.
'What.'
In this case, it is one of two things: either there is no designated representative, or they do not want to reveal the identity of the delegation's representative until they arrive.
'Is it the latter?'
Havand was drooling with the desire to swallow up Hessengard by any means necessary. Moreover, at a time when costs and resources were needed for post-war reconstruction, there was no way he would leave the Marquis of Carnarvon, who was confined to his bed, as his representative.
'Who on earth is coming?'
To think they would keep the representative a secret. He couldn't even guess who they intended to send—someone completely unexpected.
Then the sound of the bell announcing 6 o'clock was heard.
"Well then, go inside and rest for today. I'll be heading back too. When you leave, please take that plate and return it to the kitchen."
"All right!"
Cedric quickly grabbed the plate and went outside, just in case Callion changed his mind and ordered something more.
Callion considered sitting in his office a little longer, but changed his mind, organized the documents, and stood up from his seat.
'I wonder if he should go to the bedroom.'
He still hasn't seen Erna as of this morning. So even if he goes back tonight, she won't be there.
'Why did I say I wouldn't look for you for a few days?'
It was a thoughtful gesture meant to let her rest comfortably, but Callion wanted to hit himself for saying such a thing.
He wanted to see her, but he was ashamed to go back because of what he had said.
'I guess I'll have to sleep in the master bedroom bed tonight...'
Callion headed toward the main building of the Grand Duke's castle, harboring the hope that Erna's scent might linger a little. Just then, the voices of wizards were heard from a distance.
Callion was about to pass by without thinking, wondering if the wizards nearby were leaving.
“...?”
Amidst the mingling of loud laughter, there was a voice that grated on his ears.
'Man?'
Erna's mage corps was basically composed entirely of women. Since Erna was lying down, there was no way a new mage could have been selected in the meantime, so who on earth could have joined?
Callion looked towards the source of the sound. In the distance, he saw the figures of wizards walking away with their backs to where he was standing.
In the midst of them stood a wizard who seemed unfamiliar. A man dressed in strange attire, rather than the ceremonial robes of the Grand Duke's castle wizards.
Since only their backs were visible, Callion continued to stare in that direction, but they did not turn around and disappeared around the corner of the building.
'Who on earth is it?'
While Callion was unable to move his feet, worried about the missing person, Orpheus walked over from the direction of the main building, saw Callion, and greeted him.
“Grand Duke Callion? Why are you here?”
“Why are you here? More importantly, a man among the wizards...”
"Lady Erna, now that she's feeling better, I saw you were looking for Lord Callion earlier..."
At that moment, before Orpheus could even finish speaking, Callion ran toward the main house as if flying.
After a brief silence, Erna, who had fully understood the meaning of those words, recoiled in horror and tried to pry her hand away, but Callion tightened his grip on her fingers even more.
“You, you...”
As Erna glared at him with a look of disgust at his nonchalant attitude, Callion couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He hadn't even done anything yet, so why was she so surprised?
As Callion's eyes stared straight at Erna, his lips traced down her arm. The sensation of hot lips brushing against her delicate skin sent a tingling sensation through Erna from head to toe.
Callion lightly stroked his lips over her arm and, contrary to Erna's worries, let go of the hand he had been holding so obediently.
As Erna looked at him in bewilderment at his behavior, which was different from what she had expected, Callion gave a bitter smile.
"If only your body weren't in this condition right now."
“...”
"You couldn't come out for at least a week. No, maybe you couldn't come out until something happened."
There was no need to ask what was happening. A lingering gaze full of desire had passed over her chest and rested on her stomach. Even though he was merely looking, the sensation of what had filled her inside came vividly back to life.
Her body heated up in an instant, and the tips of her ears felt as if they were on fire. Seeing Erna, who looked as if she might explode at any moment, Callion licked his lips with his tongue.
Stained red as if it would taste sweet if licked.
'The doctor told you to stop biting her.'
He remembered the precautions he had heard from her doctor. However, his body found itself unconsciously concentrating because biting and licking produced a sweetness he had never tasted anywhere else.
However, Callion also did not want a scar to remain on Erna's body. The doctor said it was not just a matter of appearance; that part had become particularly weak and could lead to skin problems.
But even so, he didn't want to stop tasting it.
'Then there's only one left.'
Callion's gaze lingered on the plump red lips. On the white teeth visible between the slightly parted lips, and on the soft flesh hidden deeper inside.
'Just wait until I fully recover.'
She will hold onto him for as long as she has endured. She intends to take him in, savoring the taste and enjoying him to the fullest. Erna cannot escape. Because she herself promised to enjoy him.
"Ha."
Callion sighed. The mere thought of it made his lower body ache. But since there was nothing he could do now, he had to stand up before he really did something dangerous.
"I'm leaving now. I won't be back for a few days, so get some good rest."
"Why?"
“If I stay any longer, your aides and doctors standing outside might do something to slit my throat. And...”
Callion looked at the tray on which a mountain of cookies still remained.
"I'll bring something you like next time."
With those last words, Callion returned with a slightly unsteady gait, unlike when he had come.
In the room, which had become quiet again, Erna looked at the door he had turned back through and slowly crawled under the covers.
The back of her hand and arm, where Callion's lips had touched, felt like they were burning. Was it because of that? She no longer felt the other pain that had tormented her before he arrived. If there was a problem, it was...
“I can’t sleep...”
Because the words Callion had said lingered in her ears and lingered like an echo, Erna could not fall asleep until dawn despite taking her medicine.
***
Chapter 11. The New Grim Reaper
After Callion sneaked into Erna's room and came back, the Grand Duke's castle spent a few peaceful days.
"The doctor still isn't coming on time," Havand's delegation grumbled, but the people of the Grand Duke's castle would smile kindly, saying they would look into it, and then quickly erase their complaints from their minds.
Because of this, the Marquis of Carnarvon's swelling showed no significant improvement, and he remained confined to his bed.
"It’s none of my business what that kid does."
Callion quickly read through the documents submitted to him that were related to the Marquis of Carnarvon, then piled them up in a corner of his desk. Just then, Cedric entered his office, held out new documents to him, and spoke.
"You should know this."
"What is this?"
"We have received word from the border region. They say a new delegation from Havand is crossing over."
"Already?"
Callion frowned and picked up the documents Cedric had brought. Then he gave Cedric an order.
"You eat the last one left."
"Yes..."
At those words, Cedric staggered toward the edge of Callion's desk. There was a plate with a few cookies left on it. Sighing deeply, Cedric stuffed all the cookies on the plate into his mouth. As a result, only crumbs remained on the plate.
'Finally finished eating!'
A few days ago, Callion unexpectedly came to the office carrying a plate full of cookies. Then, he offered one to every knight who came and went.
Since Callion had never once offered them snacks before, the knights happily accepted his offer, thinking they might be snacks containing some kind of medicine that would help their muscles develop further.
Knights have a sense of taste, too. Especially after sweating, snacks tasted several times sweeter than usual when they craved stimulation. Occasionally, some refused, saying they disliked things that were too sweet, but Callion refused that refusal.
Just as the cookies piled on the plate were running low, the Grand Duke's castle chef, leading his apprentices, visited Callion's office carrying a tray filled with all kinds of sweets.
When they asked why he had suddenly come to see him with something like this, the chef answered with a face full of emotion.
“The Grand Duke stopped by the kitchen a while ago and bought up every last bit of the cookies I made. I mean, he wanted them so much; I wonder how he managed to hold back all this time... So, I decided to show off my skills like this. Please have some, Sirs.”
“No, even so, this is...”
Is this elephant feed? Who is going to eat all of this?
The chef, unaware of Cedric's silent scream, left plates piled high with snacks not only in Callion's office but also at the Knights' Order before leaving.
Callion, who had gone out and returned, saw it and said to Cedric.
"From now on, you eat ten at a time."
“Why would I!”
"You can't just throw away what you've already made."
"Then you have it, Grand Duke!"
"Three was my limit. But I believe you will be an aide who demonstrates an attitude of challenging your limits."
Although he was speaking with a smile, it was written all over Callion's face: "Eat whatever I tell you to."
From then on, the sweet scent lingered in the Knights' Order all day long. The knights, who had initially happily picked at the food, grew increasingly pale as time went on. Occasionally, some would attempt to enter the building but cover their mouths and turn back, intimidated by the overwhelming sweet smell.
In the end, Cedric had no choice but to ask for help to defeat the sweet and evil things that filled the Order.
“What? Why didn’t they give us something like this?”
The wizards who came with Orpheus were the knights' saviors. Claiming that they crave sweets after using magic anyway, the wizards swept up the cookies by the plate, asking, "If you don't eat any, can we take them all?"
As Cedric was deeply grateful for the wizards' help, Callion, who was looking at the documents, muttered.
"The delegation is crossing over too fast."
"That's right. I thought it would take a little longer, but it looks like the load I have to carry will double."
Cedric grumbled that he wished the bee that had stung the Marquis of Carnarvon would show some strength one more time.
As Callion flipped through the documents, he noticed something strange. Last time, the Marquis of Carnarvon's name was at the very top of the delegation's list. However, this time, the representative's name was nowhere to be seen. Only the names of a few average nobles were listed.
'What.'
In this case, it is one of two things: either there is no designated representative, or they do not want to reveal the identity of the delegation's representative until they arrive.
'Is it the latter?'
Havand was drooling with the desire to swallow up Hessengard by any means necessary. Moreover, at a time when costs and resources were needed for post-war reconstruction, there was no way he would leave the Marquis of Carnarvon, who was confined to his bed, as his representative.
'Who on earth is coming?'
To think they would keep the representative a secret. He couldn't even guess who they intended to send—someone completely unexpected.
Then the sound of the bell announcing 6 o'clock was heard.
"Well then, go inside and rest for today. I'll be heading back too. When you leave, please take that plate and return it to the kitchen."
"All right!"
Cedric quickly grabbed the plate and went outside, just in case Callion changed his mind and ordered something more.
Callion considered sitting in his office a little longer, but changed his mind, organized the documents, and stood up from his seat.
'I wonder if he should go to the bedroom.'
He still hasn't seen Erna as of this morning. So even if he goes back tonight, she won't be there.
'Why did I say I wouldn't look for you for a few days?'
It was a thoughtful gesture meant to let her rest comfortably, but Callion wanted to hit himself for saying such a thing.
He wanted to see her, but he was ashamed to go back because of what he had said.
'I guess I'll have to sleep in the master bedroom bed tonight...'
Callion headed toward the main building of the Grand Duke's castle, harboring the hope that Erna's scent might linger a little. Just then, the voices of wizards were heard from a distance.
Callion was about to pass by without thinking, wondering if the wizards nearby were leaving.
“...?”
Amidst the mingling of loud laughter, there was a voice that grated on his ears.
'Man?'
Erna's mage corps was basically composed entirely of women. Since Erna was lying down, there was no way a new mage could have been selected in the meantime, so who on earth could have joined?
Callion looked towards the source of the sound. In the distance, he saw the figures of wizards walking away with their backs to where he was standing.
In the midst of them stood a wizard who seemed unfamiliar. A man dressed in strange attire, rather than the ceremonial robes of the Grand Duke's castle wizards.
Since only their backs were visible, Callion continued to stare in that direction, but they did not turn around and disappeared around the corner of the building.
'Who on earth is it?'
While Callion was unable to move his feet, worried about the missing person, Orpheus walked over from the direction of the main building, saw Callion, and greeted him.
“Grand Duke Callion? Why are you here?”
“Why are you here? More importantly, a man among the wizards...”
"Lady Erna, now that she's feeling better, I saw you were looking for Lord Callion earlier..."
At that moment, before Orpheus could even finish speaking, Callion ran toward the main house as if flying.
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