Between the drizzling rain, Yuvan, who was thoroughly wet during the journey, shook his head for a moment as soon as he entered the black mansion.

There were also complicated thoughts in his head.

Seeing that his throbbing head and neck were starting to ache, it seemed like he might catch a severe cold or flu tomorrow.
I had no time to take a warm bath, dry myself in front of the fireplace, and enjoy a hot tea. The time had already passed since the sun had set.

Quickly eliminating the moisture from my face and hair, I thought of putting Clad to sleep and returning to the bedroom to wash. I opened Clad’s bedroom door with such intentions.

Clad was still standing by the window in the same posture that Yuvan had seen him in the afternoon.

Yuvan paused for a moment, stepping on his elongated shadow that reached his ankles.

For some reason, tears welled up.

“Your Grace is also sad.”

The flow down Clad’s slender back was undoubtedly sadness.

There was no way he could be indifferent to Oliver’s death.

Yuvan took off his wet cloak, laid it over a nearby chair, and cautiously embraced his lonely back.

He didn’t flinch or push away her touch as usual.

“I took good care of Oliver.”

Yuvan reported, hiding his voice shivering from the cold.

To the man who had watched her run out to find Oliver from here.

“Oliver didn’t die alone.”

“……”

“Henna and I only said good things. They said you were the kindest dog in the world.”

Yuvan swallowed the tears that were about to rise.

“Your owner loved you and will continue to love and remember you.”

“……”

“Was I wrong?”

Clad remained silent for a long time.

Yuvan thought he was silently grieving.

‘Let’s give him time to mourn.’

“Lady!”

The butler, who had seen her running to look for Oliver, finally returned with a body larger and thicker than her own, carrying a beautiful pile of thick blankets.

“Lady! Your clothes are wet. You might catch a cold.”

“It’s okay. It felt refreshing.”

“It’s winter rain! Colds here are no joke.”

At the words that she was wet, Clad’s head finally turned to her.

Clad’s sunken gaze slowly traced her pale lips.

Amidst the sound of the butler hastily piling up firewood in the fireplace, the sound of Yuvan quietly preparing tea was mixed.

The butler went out, and after the wind completely subsided, not even the sound of servants could be heard.

Clad, looking at Yuvan’s busy hands from a distance, finally spoke.

“Today, just go.”

“Are you concerned?”

Yuvan was using a towel brought by the butler to dry his wet hair.

As her eyes showed confusion, Clad’s low-set eyes very slightly distorted.

“I’ll spend the night like that.”

“Ah.”

Yuvan knew he was quite a tidy person.

It would be uncomfortable to spend the night soaked like a drowned rat.

Hastily getting up from his seat, Yuvan grabbed his wet cloak.

“I’ll go wash quickly.”

“You.”

Before Yuvan could leave the room with his luggage, Clad, who had already left the window, approached her step by step.
A long, stretched black shadow extended from the fireplace to the bed.

Clad Youfris is clearly not in a good mood right now.

Whether it’s because Oliver died or because she’s wet, or for some other reason.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“… What are you talking about?”

“Just do it moderately. You can just do your job moderately and relax. Why?”

He paused for a moment after uttering those words like pouring them out.

The flickering light from the burning fireplace reflected in his eyes with various hues.

“Why go this far?”

“How many times do you need to ask? I am your wife. We are a family.”

“No one likes pain.”

Clad repeated with a melancholic smile.

“No one likes pain.”

The two pairs of fluctuating gazes sharply collided in the air.

“That’s something I don’t care about.”

“Don’t say it’s okay. Don’t say, ‘It’s nothing to me.’ Stop talking nonsense like that.”

Clad pointed out the content she habitually said.

Eyes heavily burdened with sorrow, loneliness, and confusion trembled, and the determined eyebrows twisted in various directions.

“I understand that you have good taste. But why do you endure me at night to this extent?”

Pieces of emotions rarely seen from Clad seemed to burst out in all directions.

Yuvan stared at him blankly.

It was the first time Clad had revealed his emotions so quietly and intensely.

“Your taste is as unique as your personality.”

“What is that…”

“Or is it really outrageous.”

A slightly angry and intense gaze seemed to pierce Yuvan.

Yuvan’s eyes flickered like waves.

“Maybe you like me.”

Surprisingly, even his darkly sunken pupils were shaking very finely.