It was a tough job to ride a horse for two days with the stamina of a child, so it was natural, even for Evelia who had been stumbling like a foal.
At the time when Evelia and Enril were wandering in their dreams, it was one o’clock in the morning.
Hugo’s eyes narrowed as he carefully went through the business documents of the envoy while drinking thick brandy.
“……It’s just as I expected.”
As Hugo sighed and then stood up with a sword in his hand, Agares, who had opened the door and entered, spoke in a calm voice.
“I will handle this.”
“There seems to be quite a number.”
Hugo, who was going to ask if he would be enough alone, remembered what kind of existence was before his eyes and shut his mouth.
Even if assassins, more than tens of times the sensed presences, rushed in, there was no need to worry.
“I will handle the assassins targeting you. I’m not your nanny.”
As usual, when Evelia was not in sight, Agares spat out with a emotionless face, then opened the window of Hugo’s room and headed to the roof.
The identity of the assassins lurking nearby was to be revealed by Hugo.
Whether it was Defonte of Arcadia or anyone else of Harventa, it was not Agares’ concern.
‘Our little one is sound asleep.’
Not disturbing that nap. That was the only thing that mattered.
As he flicked his finger towards the empty air, the black smoke turned into a dark sword and was firmly grasped in his hand.
Agares, who took a spot right above Evelia’s room, began to catch and kill the assassins trying to enter through the window, one by one, as if catching mayflies.
“There is someone like this besides Duke Artina……!”
“Shush.”
The sight of placing his bloodsoaked left index finger on his red lips, looking down with his bright golden eyes, even gave the assassins, who lived with death nearby, goosebumps.
His beautiful yet unreal appearance, raising one side of his mouth to smile as if enjoying the sensation of warm blood splattering on his face and hands.
Swish.
The dark sword swung once more.
Blood spattered on the brown roof again.
As an assassin cut by the sword fell onto the roof making a dull noise, Agares clicked his tongue.
“Be careful when you die.”
Even after that, Agares, while withstanding all the swords aimed at him by the ten assassins, caught the back of the assassins’ heads who were trying to fall hard on the roof or hit Evelia’s room window, and gently put them down on the roof.
In case his young friend woke up from the loud noise of the assassins hitting the building.
“She must be having a good dream.”
It’s not right to interrupt a child’s happy dream.
Taking care of the assassins was really done in an instant.
The clouds blocking the moon had not fully passed, such a short time.
After neatly taking care of even the last remaining assassin and lifting the sword high to shake off the deep bloodstains as usual, he paused as soon as his gaze turned down the roof.
‘The sound of the blood droplets might disturb her sleep.’
The dark sword, which couldn’t get rid of the blood, turned back into smoke and disappeared as it was.
The blood of assassins soaked his top dripped onto the roof, with each thump, thump against the rooftop grating on his nerves, so he took off the top he was wearing.
‘Hopefully it didn’t break.’
He wanted to check if his little friend was sleeping well, but he didn’t want to intrude in the room without permission, nor did he want to peek through the window.
The only one he didn’t want to lose.
In the presence of that being, every single action had to be cautious.
Listening carefully from the rooftop, the regular breathing sound came faintly.
Finally, Arital with a satisfied smile raised his head towards the dark sky.
A round halfmoon was glaring in his left eye.
“……Is it a crescent moon.”
Suddenly, a folk tale from the eastern continent he once heard came to mind.
In the eastern continent, it was said that the full moon brought sweet dreams to children.
A moment later.
A large yellow sphere of light rose in front of Evelia’s room window obscured by heavy curtains.
As if the full moon had come down near the ground.
The demon’s full moon, obscuring the halfmoon in the sky, lit up Evelia’s room all morning following the path of the moon.
Just like the transmitted folklore, may sweet dreams reach you.
‘Have a good dream, Eve.’
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
