Her heart pounded at the sound of his low voice in her ear.

“Stay like this.”

Illeon fumbled on the table and handed her a handkerchief.

After running all the way to the palace and crying for a while, Elysia suddenly felt her energy drain.

‘I can’t sleep here. I have to go to my room…….’

Moreover, why did Illeon’s arms, the wide and soft bed, even the texture of the Duke’s sheets not irritate her? Elysia felt her consciousness blurring.

‘Illeon…….’

She wanted to say, don’t let me fall asleep here, call another servant or even Bernar to take me to my room, but she couldn’t say a word, as if her mouth was glued shut.

“…….”

Her eyes closed slowly, and, as if she had no control, Elysia fell asleep right there.

For a while, Illeon looked down at Elysia, who lay in his arms.

“Elysia.”

When she didn’t stir at the sound of her name, he gently got up. Holding Elysia as if she weighed nothing, he slightly adjusted his position, and she clung even tighter to him.

Illeon gently touched the swollen area around Elysia’s eyes.

Her cheeks, wet from crying, remained damp even after wiping away the tears.

Feeling the vivid sensation, Illeon looked down at her sharply.

“You were wrong.”

A descendant of the gods, a divine lineage.

Born into the Oder family and living as a superior being, Illeon never thought negatively about himself, except when he lost his sight and lived like a madman.

But whenever he was in front of Elysia, he would become a fool.

Elysia behaved indifferently towards him in various ways.

When she found out that she had avoided him to set him up with Carina, he felt like he had been hit over the head.

He was so upset.

He even went back to the palace without a hint that he would be leaving in such a bad mood.

Amazingly, as soon as he arrived at the palace, Illeon regretted it.

Because he missed Elysia so much.

“Why would you think I would be angry?”

“……I don’t know.”

“Ha, you don’t know?”

He even openly showed that he was upset.

“Lady Carina is beautiful and mature.”

“You said so yourself. That you found someone, but only found half. I thought Lady Carina was that person. I thought you’d be happy if I made time for you to talk…….,”

Elysia, nevertheless, stoked Illeon’s anger with her misguided words.
He wanted a forwardlooking conversation with himself and Elysia.

And to even introduce and recommend meeting another woman to him.

What were all the angry actions he had taken so far?

Although he looked back at himself to see if he had done something he hadn’t done before, something that she could not acknowledge, there was nothing like that.

“How can I make you believe that I came to see you. Do you think you’ll believe it’s sincere if I even bring a proposal letter?”

“A, a proposal letter?”

“Usually young ladies prefer to date first before exchanging such formal documents. You really are different.”

“What’s that? Are you saying you like me now?”

“Yes.”

Did he not end up making a ridiculous confession as the situation got more and more tangled?

He really wanted to do it right.

He wanted to make an impressive and excellent confession to Elysia, something that would remain in her memories and precious recollections for a long time.

A place, time, something necessary to make that backdrop.

He didn’t confess to Elysia quickly because it was thrilling for Leon to think of such things in a way that was not characteristic of him.

No, what is like me?

He thought he was originally like this.

A tender and attentive man to the woman who has his heart.

He just hadn’t met her yet.

His heart swelled often in the magical act of moving for others’ joy, thinking of Elysia, but he eventually became happy.

He was torn between wanting to bring her to the palace as his bride legally quickly and wanting to savor this moment a little longer, in his youthful behavior.

“I didn’t expect you to refuse.”

Elysia’s hand was very pretty. The small, white hand had thin fingers, and the nails that sat at the tips of the fingers were a fine pink hue, like a small, pretty flower.

Would it be half of my hand? Leon found it hard to bear when the small hand was placed in turn on my shoulder and hand at the imperial banquet.

He thought it was a waste that Elysia had fed me with that hand and wiped my mouth, and he almost went crazy.

How much did he worry about ordering a ring that would suit that hand?

But the owner of the ring had not even seen it yet.

Leon moved his hand to my eye very carefully so that Elysia would not wake up.

Thump.

When he touched the pupil with his fingertip, the lens that had been hiding the red light fell out.

“I won’t let you go.”

Leon was sincere in holding on to Elysia.

To the extent of performing such a detestable act.

(This is a time separator.)

Some dreams can be quickly realized as dreams.

Just like now.

Sitting in his office chair, dozing off and waking up, Leon uncharacteristically shook his heavy head from side to side.

“A strange thing.”

It was rare for him, Oder, to feel fatigue. It was a level he occasionally experienced only when he was seriously injured on the battlefield or when he had bled excessively.

“What dream did I have?”

Something like ‘what is like me?’ a childish boy might say, but he couldn’t remember what the dream was.

Only something proud and thrilling, an unfamiliar sensation, vividly remained in his heart.

On the desk were piles of work that had accumulated while he was unable to look ahead.

“I’d rather swing a sword.”

Without having to look at each one, this was the case. As Leon tried to focus on the black letters while swallowing a sip of water,

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

His loyal and capable butler, Bernar, entered.

“What is it?”

“It seems that you should attend a funeral, Your Highness.”