It seemed that the accumulated heat suddenly rose due to the suppressed groans that kept bursting without a break.

To prevent the slender and straight neck from slipping, even if it was a mistake, Jillian had to exert all his efforts.

“…Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, thank you. But did I wake you up?”

Without even understanding the heated voice, Bianca’s whispering voice, which was suppressed as she spoke into his chest, was pure.

Perhaps because she thought she was grasping a handful.

It wasn’t the end of everything, but Jillian often found it difficult to restrain himself from impulsively holding onto Bianca.

However, no moment was as awkward as this one.

“Is she really not too pretty?”

A crimson voice echoed in his chest.

“I thought it was a dream last night. I never thought you would come to see me like this.”

For a moment, the voice that had been cooing to him abruptly stopped.

“Really?”

“Probably, usually, I’m the one who visits. You were always busy.”

‘I waited.’

‘I’ll wait.’

Jillian’s spine tingled for a moment.

He had forgotten.

He always, always made Bianca wait.

Then and now.

Now he thought it was okay, but it was a delusion.

Bianca always waited for him.

Unchangingly.

Jillian’s face stiffened with belated regret.

“I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”

“What are you talking about? You shouldn’t do that.”

“No. I made you wait…”

“Don’t take my jokes too seriously. It’s just a wave, and I have to wait. Just think of it as Jillian wanting to see me.”

“…”

“Anyway, when spring comes, let’s get married. Reconstruction work can be done by others… No, there’s no reason to stay here, so let’s go wherever you want.”

“Bianca.”

Jillian cautiously embraced Bianca.

“When spring comes, let’s get married. There’s no more wave. So, there’s no reason for Baroque to stay here.”

“What… what are you saying? What’s happening?”

“I’m Baroque, responsible for the Ice Wall.”

Bianca’s expression was slightly distorted.

“Is Baroque, the one who paid the sin?”

“He forgave me.”
“Will Termina be free?”

“Because you forgave me.”

“I don’t really understand what you’re saying.”

“Just remember that this wave is the end. So, it doesn’t have to be here…”

Baroque, who guarded the Ice Wall, said there would be no more waves.

No one knew more about the affairs of Baroque than the Duke himself.

“Then the castle collapsed, and the state of the demons became strange…”

“It’s the end. Don’t be afraid. Everything is my responsibility.”

“Does your safe return also include in that end?”

Bianca didn’t hold back her words.

Jillian kept telling her everything, but she couldn’t understand anything.

What’s happening, really, none of it.

So, Bianca stopped trying to understand.

Instead, she asked the most important question.

“I, only you. Jillian Baroque’s safe return is the most important. In fact, I don’t care about the wave or the Ice Wall. I’m just curious if those who welcomed me can see the end safely.”

“The knights will be okay. I’ll do my best to protect them.”

“What about you?”

Oh my god.

Jillian licked his lips, silently admired, and then reached out to pull Bianca into his arms.

Bianca, who was brought along as she was standing, collapsed over him.

“Are you worried about me?”

“Then who else should I worry about?”

“Cute.”

“Jillian Baroque! Don’t change the subject. Answer that you’ll come back safely.”

Bianca scolded him, calling his full name as if she was angry. It was a much stronger reaction than anyone who knew Bianca before could imagine.

But Jillian looked at Bianca with an even more affectionate gaze and opened his mouth.

“I swear on Baroque’s safe return.”

“If you swear, will you come back?”

“Baroque’s oath is stronger than anything.”

Lies!

If he could promise anything with just an oath, would there even be a chance that Silas Baroque died?

Bianca made a pained expression at Jillian’s words.

‘Don’t die.’

‘Is this an order to Baroque?’

‘If it’s an order, will you obey?’

It was a situation where the emperor, who had been running rampant, had come forward to stop the Marquis who was opposing him and was calling for his execution.

In the midst of people scrambling around, Bianca approached him and pleaded.

‘If it’s an order. I dare… to plead. Please listen.’

‘Are you seeking a promise not to die from Marquis Baroque?’

‘Yes. Anything is fine.’

‘Then do so.’

At that time, the Marquis smiled.

Saying that he would be happy to do so.

And then, he laughed happily, yielding to the emperor’s words.

Feeling melancholy, Bianca pressed her face into Jillian’s chest.

“Jillian Baroque. If this wave explodes, promise me that you will come back safely and marry me. Promise me that you will live happily with me for the rest of your life.”

“Is this an order to Baroque?”

Hmm.

Bianca shuddered for a moment at the same words as the memory.

“If it’s an order, will you listen?”

“That’s right.”

Oh… Isn’t this too cruel?

With a despairing feeling, Bianca closed her eyes and whispered.

“It’s an order. Jillian Baroque.”

“I accept the order. My queen.”

His embrace was still warm, and the voice that resonated in his ears was exceedingly gentle.