Of course, Kun despised such fellows. A knight who had forgotten the most important knightly spirit had no right to be called a knight.

Similarly, guided by the knightly spirit, Kun felt he had to save her. But being human, he hesitated in the face of reality.

He knew there was nothing good about getting involved with that woman again here.

If he were to release his repressed emotions again, they might grow beyond his control.

“Do you think the cripples lying in bed will save you? Maybe. Maybe they’re thinking the same as me.”

Saving the knights of the country and saving a mere woman.

He hadn’t even had time to calculate which was the more knightly thing to do.

When he saw the man’s filthy hand reach for Chloe’s chest, Kun was already rushing over.

“Here she is.”

“….”

“You’re the soldier she was talking about.”

It was too late by the time he regained his senses.

The woman who should have been kept at a distance was already trapped in Kun’s arms, and the knight who had teased her was kicked out and unconscious.

“……Th, thank you for saving me.”

Her body, which had been tightly bound in his hand, squirmed. She had stretched her neck to look at Kun.

Kun instinctively watched Chloe. Perhaps fortunate, her moist eyes. Moreover, he saw his face through her clear pupils.

Undoubtedly.

It was the look of a man in love.

(This is a time separator.)

He did not remember how he had gone to sleep. When he woke up, the sun was high in the sky.

At the sound of rustling, Chloe turned her eyes his way. As soon as he woke up, their eyes met.

She quickly averted her gaze.

A moment later, Chloe approached Kun’s bedside with food.

“Thank you for yesterday, Sir Enoch.”

“……I only did what I had to.”

Although a variable had appeared, he would not forget his initial resolve. He drew a line, deliberately ignoring Chloe’s gaze.

Either way, Chloe was peeling fruit the way she wanted.

“It seems like your leg is better.”

She glanced at Kun’s leg. Even though that incident had occurred yesterday, his leg was still tightly bandaged.

Chloe was no fool, it seemed. She had noticed that Kun had used that leg in the meantime.

‘I must leave.’

Since the lie had been discovered, he had to leave the field hospital.

Kun was frustrated.

Whether it was because he had to swallow his shame and announce the failure of the mission, or because he couldn’t stay in the same place as the woman in front of him.

Even knowing the right answer, Kun ignored it.

“How can you injure your arm because of me?”

Chloe’s cry did not reach his ears.

As if trapped in water, only muffled sounds were heard, until one sentence rang out clearly.

The arm?

Kun looked at his arm with puzzlement. There was a deep stain of blood on his clothes.

It was actually dye for hair coloring. Two days before, when the coloring began to fade, he had boiled bark and applied it to his hair. It must have splashed then.
The feeling was not too diluted to be blood, but it seemed to think it was blood under the circumstances.

“Do not worry. This minor injury will heal soon.”

Kun did not miss the opportunity and immediately pretended.

“Will you stay here until then? I want to take care of the wound.”

At that, Kun smirked. Somehow, he felt relieved too.

Because the operation did not fail, or because he could stay with Chloe longer.

Kun turned a blind eye to the answer he knew.

Chloe stayed by Kun’s side from morning to night. When her work with the other soldiers was over, she came straight back as if it were her place.

She took care of him sincerely, knowing that it was not a lifethreatening wound.

It was easy to choose any of Kun’s many wounded arms and bandage them.

She ground medicinal herbs herself and rubbed them on Kun’s arm, then carefully wrapped a bandage around it. It looked just like a mummy’s arm, tightly wrapped.

“Have a peaceful night, Sir Enoch.”

Chloe then kissed his bandage.

There is a hypothesis that a nurse’s kiss promotes healing. Perhaps Chloe also kissed him for that reason.

“……Goodnight.”

But whatever her intentions, it was none of Kun’s business.

His heart started to beat wildly. Fearing that the dull sound might be heard by the other party, Kun held his breath for a long time.

‘I never felt my heart beating like this, even when an enemy’s sword almost pierced it.’

Even the ruler of the empire, the knight of the century, the synonym for cruelty, were nothing in front of the essence.

He, too, was just one of the foolish men who couldn’t control themselves in front of the instinct called love.

The only thing a man who admitted his weakness had to do next was one thing.

To accept his mistake and abandon the operation.