Lady Devil - Chapter 109

#109

Why does she keep asking such obvious questions? Even in my dazed state, I felt irritated, and my sweat-soaked brow furrowed involuntarily.

[Oh.]

The knight let out a short exclamation with a nonchalant attitude. I sensed him blatantly scanning me from head to toe. Normally, I would have been startled by such rudeness, but even as I clearly saw his gaze, I couldn’t muster any particular reaction.

That day, I wasn’t in my right mind, and the knight before me must have known this, hence his fearless behavior. I staggered again. It felt like I might collapse at any moment.

[I can see why. Sit down here. I’ll get you a sword.]

I suddenly looked up at the knight’s voice as he supported me, and then, led by his hand, I awkwardly sat down among the group of knights. My head felt as heavy as a water-filled jar, making it difficult to hold my neck up. Eventually, I bowed my head again and covered my face with both hands.

Stumbling and swaying, my weakened waist couldn’t stand straight and wobbled back and forth. Then, as if pushed by something, I seemed to rest my temple against a smooth metal plate. It was probably the shoulder guard of the knight sitting next to me.

The arm covering my face suddenly dropped, and cool air touched my swollen eyes. I panted like that, leaning on someone’s shoulder. Even a fish out of water might look better than this. How unsightly. I dully self-evaluated, imagining how I must appear to others.

[Have you been drinking? I don’t smell alcohol. Why are you crying in this state?]

The knight who had offered to be my sword asked me with a smile. His hand seemed to caress and embrace my waist. I answered to the air, panting slightly.

[Crying… me?]

[Those around your eyes can’t be sweat, can they? You were so fierce just a moment ago, what’s making you so sad now?]

There’s no reason to cry. I couldn’t properly respond to his smiling question. My limbs felt unbearably heavy. Then the knight’s other hand came up to my eyes and gently rubbed my eyelids. Strangely, I felt a lump in my throat. Despite not feeling particularly bad about that familiar yet unfamiliar touch, somehow my throat was choking up.

Ah, you too…. You always rub my eyes just like this. You, who are usually as sharp as a sword, become uniquely flustered when it comes to me, as if you don’t know how to comfort me, so awkwardly….

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