The servants working at Lakrahan’s castle were all extremely diligent, never neglecting to clean even for a day.
Lately, because the weather in the north had been unpredictable, they always checked whether moss had grown in any corners.
Or whether bugs were eating into anything.
Today, as one of the servants was walking down the hallway to clean, he spotted Lakrahan standing by an open door ahead.
With a cheerful heart, he called out to Lakrahan.
“Your Grace, the Duke!”
When the north was first established, the people living here were all afraid of Lakrahan, the war hero.
Some were even terrified of him.
But now, after 10 years, everyone loved and cherished him as if he were family.
Regardless of social status.
“Your Grace, the Duke! Why are you here? Today, the princess……!”
Bang!
The door closed right in front of his nose.
Had he taken a step further, he might have broken his nose on the door.
When the servant flinched, water spilled from the bucket he was holding.
He turned around, scratching his forehead.
“It’s not the Duke. Did I see wrong?”
The servant continued on his way as if nothing had happened.
[Star Icon]Lakrahan was on edge, wondering if anyone working in the castle had seen Bercheria’s body.
He stood firmly in front of the door, blocking it, in case he might open it.
“Get dressed quickly.”
He said without turning around.
The best way to overcome this situation would have been to quickly apologize for opening the door suddenly and leave, but now there was a passerby, and he couldn’t do that.
He felt relieved just to have blocked the view so no one else could see Bercheria.
“I came to talk to you. Get dressed first.”
Why did his voice have to crack and leak out at this moment?
Lakrahan silently cursed.
Lakrahan, who had participated in the war at 17, had quite mature thoughts and actions for his age.
He believed that he had maintained the dignity and integrity of the Duke of the North, but he couldn’t understand why his guard was down in front of that woman.
Was it because she wasn’t an easy person?
He should have acted leisurely, as he had just done with Kellita, but the situation always ended up like this when he lost focus for a moment.
Lakrahan looked at his arm, exhaling a low breath.
Even now, faint traces of the tattoo were visible beneath his white shirt.
“I’m dressed now.”
Bercheria’s voice made him turn around, coughing.
She was standing in front of the mirror, hands clasped, looking at him as if nothing had happened.
There was no anger or resentment in her eyes.
That fact alone made Lakrahan feel relieved.
“First, I must apologize. I should have checked properly before opening the door.”
“It’s alright.”
Bercheria didn’t seem entirely fine either, as she wrapped her shoulder with her arm and averted her eyes.
“It’s not like you did it on purpose, and you looked surprised too.”
To be honest, he was more surprised now.
Once again, she showed a reaction that was completely beyond his expectation.
She was an intriguing person, the more he looked at her.
“Was this what you were looking at in the mirror?”
Lakrahan rolled up his sleeve and showed Bercheria.
Her lips parted when she saw the tattoo on his arm.
A little earlier.
When Bercheria woke up from her sleep and went to check her injured ankle, she discovered a geometric pattern etched there.
She knew it was the mark of a guardian deity, but it was only half.
Thinking that the other half of the incomplete pattern must be somewhere, she went to the mirror to check her body.
Then Lakrahan appeared, showing her the other half of the deity’s mark on his body.
Could such a thing be possible?
No, in history, had there ever been a case where a guardian deity had divided its mark in half and given it to a human?
“How did this happen?”
Lakrahan nodded his head, then pointed at her foot.
“Have you ever heard of a toxin being divided like this?”
“No, never.”
Bercheria let out a long sigh.
“I’ve never heard of it either. Do you know any cases like this?”
“Hmm.”
Lakrahan sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve never heard of it. Maybe it’s because we were together in the tower….”
It was a plausible statement.
Every day when going up to the tower, her mother always seemed desperate.
She would throw dry bread, always in a hurry to leave even when she would whip Bercheria for wanting to go outside.
Yet, she always emphasized that the tower was made just for Bercheria.
No one else could live in it, a tower made only for her.
“Bercheria.”
Her body shuddered as her name was called in a deep voice.
Lakrahan had his tattooed arm on his knee, looking up at Bercheria with only his eyes.
“Can you take this out?”
She walked towards him, trying not to hurry.
“I’m not sure if it’s possible, but I’ll try.”
Bercheria, on her knees under the bed, reached out to Lakrahan’s arm but stopped in midair, meeting his eyes for a moment.
He lightly nodded at her unspoken question if this was okay.
She didn’t hesitate this time, putting her palm on his arm.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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