Yuvan stared at his eyes, which were undulating like waves.

…What did I just hear?

As he tried to organize his confused thoughts, each word he chose and uttered was enough to turn Yuvan’s face red.

“Are you really worried?”

Yuvan tried hard to find sincerity in Clad’s eyes.

Is this the same man who coldly told me not to cross the line?

Leaving the mansion and his dog to his own devices.

Even though he entered the bedroom later than the promised time, like a wet rat.

“Is it because I told you to just leave today? Because it would be difficult for me if we slept together? That’s the reason you’re so angry now.”

Yuvan stood there for a moment, feeling like he had just been hit on the back of his head.

When Yuvan didn’t avoid eye contact, this time Clad’s face turned red.

While his body still shivered due to the remaining cold, his heart warmed with a gentle light.

Yuvan grabbed Clad’s arm and led him to a large mirror covered with a curtain.

During that time, he absorbed a lot of pain that remained on his face.

Although it was spotted, his face was much cleaner than when Ranslet was surprised last time.

Yuvan lowered Clad’s arm, urging his gaze towards the mirror.

“Is it disgusting to you?”

He stared at Yuvan instead of the mirror.

Yuvan pulled his arm a bit more and shook it.

“As much as you think. Is it so hard to see?”

Clad, who hesitated, very slowly shifted his gaze towards the mirror.

Suddenly, strength surged into the body that had been dragged along without will.

Suppressing the pain brought from him, Yuvan looked at him in the mirror.

At this rate, it was okay to use the excuse of having a childhood illness, as it was good enough for the traces of pain on his face to be explained.

A few more times, and even if not all, the traces of pain on his face would be cleaned up.

If the biggest reason to confine him was these traces, Yuvan was willing to endure it.

Considering that he was shot with arrows before he got involved with Yuvan to the point of losing his limbs.

Pain and screams could be buried in the chest and brought out little by little when alone.

With less guilt, his face would be cleaner.

So, in the western annex that became as clean as the traces on his face were erased in the beautifully arranged garden, if he could face her and smile at least once as much as the traces on her face were removed.

If the situation continued to flow that way, even if he said any harsh words.

Yuvan felt that he could live gratefully with her new family and home.

Even without constantly asking ‘why’ like that, because they would naturally become a family.

“I hope you live like other people, my lord.”

Yuvan wanted to live like other people.

An imperfect family. A mansion that everyone criticized as desolate.

He wanted it.
Yes, Yuvan Pelieres wanted those things.

Not a place where he lived miserably, exploited by the people brought by his uncle on the raw land.

Rather, he wanted a place where, even if he suffered, he could choose it for himself, and if the other person was a little happy, he would feel proud.

“You said there’s no one who likes pain.”

“……”

“You don’t like pain either, my lord?”

I hope he relies on me. I hope he accepts my kindness, shares the pain, and accepts it as a family.

Don’t push her away with just one word not to cross the line, don’t be lonely like being on a lonely island.

I wanted us to become a presence for each other, even if we were a little hurt, to share warmth.

Whether his stomach is good or whether he likes me. Without such foolish words.

Without eating himself up with such foolish words.

I hoped he would reveal his original beautiful face under the bright sun and look at her and smile without hesitation.

“It’s foolish not to rely on me when you can.”

“……”

“Ordinary people… other people live like that. Whether it’s a cheap medicine or an expensive one, if it doesn’t hurt, they willingly take it. No matter what side effects it has.”

“Side effects.”

“To you, it seems like the side effects are constantly okay. Doubting me with such words.”

“……”

“The night is too deep, my lord.”

If Clad doesn’t doubt her abilities, even if she has already taken more pain than today, she needs consciousness to drink tea and touch him.

“If you find yourself disgusting, how about I don’t wash and come back?”

It was a clumsy temptation.

Clad seemed to have a lot to say.

Yuvan opened his mouth first to silence him.

“We live like that.”

“……”

“Ordinary, like other people.”

Yuvan handed Clad a medicine bottle in his arms.

Clad looked at the medicine bottle for a while and swallowed it as if it were poison.

Then, he stood still and stared at her in the mirror. She, who looked like a wet rat.

Yuvan pointed to his lips, which were slightly stained with brown medicine, then slowly embraced his back from behind.

Yuvan’s warmth, which had dried and warmed up a bit, enveloped his back.

Clad’s eyes blinked slowly.

Yuvan watched until the end as his eyes, which were determined not to fall asleep, gradually closed, absorbing a little more pain.