Since talking to him personally didn’t work, it seemed they had announced it at the party.

“Remarkable.”

Rakrahann lifted Vercheria up and pushed the trash away with his foot to make a space for her to stand.

Only then did Vercheria, who was surprised at the messed-up state of the room, show a shocked expression.

“How did this happen?”

“It seems even the maids couldn’t enter.”

“Indeed, something seems to have happened.”

Rakrahann watched Vercheria look around the room here and there.

Vercheria, dressed up for the party, looked more elegant than usual.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Ah.”
While falling behind, she turned her head to look at Rakrahann. The moonlight streaming in from outside touched her round forehead, creating a beautiful shimmer.

“Since I regained my memory, I just felt it naturally. Where you are.”

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I also know what kind of feeling it is.”

Looking at him, Vercheria asked, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“How precisely?”

Rakrahann paused for a moment, then lifted his head. “When I’m with you, I can feel how much you love me just by looking into your eyes. Even when lying together in bed, it felt like I could sense it.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

“How detailed is it?”

Rakrahann stopped for a moment, then lifted his head. “When I’m with you, I can feel how much you love me just by looking into your eyes. Even when lying together in bed, it felt like I could sense it.”

“…What?”

“Although it’s an old memory, I vaguely recall being able to sense how devoted you were to my actions.”

“Goodness.”

Vercheria’s face turned bright red. Rakrahann laughed, finding her reaction cute. It was still an embarrassing story for Vercheria, who hadn’t spent their first night together.

“Don’t you remember what happened in the past?”

“I remember, but… yes.”

“But why be embarrassed about it?”

The Vercheria from a very long time ago had a more daring and proactive personality. But the current Vercheria still had many unknown aspects about the world, and when recalling memories from the past, her face would suddenly flush with warmth.

“It’s because it happened a long time ago. Besides, it’s still a memory.”

Vercheria glanced at Rakrahann without resentment. “So it’s natural to feel embarrassed.”

“Got it. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Rakrahann smiled gently. After recalling the past, he was showing Vercheria love with his entire body and heart. It was evident that every action he took was for her, even without the need for divine power.

Surely, anyone would know that the man loves me.

“People must find it challenging. Since they can’t see each other’s hearts. That’s why there’s so much doubt.”

“Some people may have doubts, others may not. It’s the first time I’ve felt something like this.”

Rakrahann nodded slowly.

After hesitating for a moment, Vercheria asked, “Don’t you doubt me?”

He exhaled softly in response to her words and laughed. “There’s no way.”

Rakrahann stretched his long legs and approached her without warning.

Then, without any forewarning, he pressed his lips against her red ones.

“No time to doubt.”

Their sensitive skins touched, softly molding into each other as they continued to deepen their kiss.

The more they shared kisses, the more naturally they adapted to each other.
As the kisses exchanged, the two of them were naturally adapting to each other.

How he wrapped his arms around her waist, how he nibbled on her neck.

Starting intensely, softening at some point, and teasing Vercheria.

However, it didn’t mean that all his actions were predictable.

Just when she thought she understood him a little, he would stimulate her with another variation.

It wasn’t that Vercheria was reading Rakrahann; instead, she felt like she was rising on his palm.

How easily he found those provocative spots.

Even just sharing kisses with this man felt like it wouldn’t be boring for a lifetime.

“Rakrahann.”

In the pouring kisses, Vercheria belatedly remembered why she had sought him out.

“Gerard, the emperor…”

“I know.”

Rakrahann pressed wet lips against Vercheria’s white neck.

The damp sound spread, and the moonlight collided with the sturdy window, reverberating into her ears.

“Don’t worry. There’s no chance I’ll marry another woman besides you.”

It was evident what kind of nonsense Gerard was up to.

He would want Vercheria.

Dragging Rakrahann into the royal family to unite the military power in the north with the royal power could also be a calculation.

Gerard’s intentions were clear from the beginning.

Allowing the war hero Rakrahann to bring the royal knights was probably for a similar reason.

Insistently demanding the engagement with Kellita also seemed to be in the same context.

“If I love someone, whether in the past or the future, it will always be you, Vercheria.”

Rakrahann’s voice was sweeter than the wine they had just shared at the party.

He kissed her neck and then lifted his head, swallowing his lips again.

“The same goes for marriage.”

Rakrahann’s warm breath seeped in, gently inflating her chest.

If Rakrahann decided on something like that, she believed it would happen.

If it weren’t for him, the love between the two that had spanned centuries might not have been preserved.

At that time, she didn’t know how much she had to give up until the gods decided to love humans.

She had blindly followed the emotion of love.

But now, Vercheria, who shared the weight, understood the meaning of Rakrahann’s words so well.

“I feel the same way, Rakrahann.”

Before the words she spat out could scatter, they were swallowed by him.

In that moment when the two were absorbed in each other.

Creak.

Something entirely unexpected happened.

Kellita’s door opened, and there, in front of them, stood her maid, Rojei.

“Lord Rakrahann.”

In this completely unexpected place, Rojei’s eyes widened as she looked at the two.