Here, I could discreetly counter-attack the assassin without anyone noticing.

But can I eat Merem’s share too?

Receiving his portion in the waves, I subtly glanced at him.

I could see the energy of water swirling around Merem.

Until now, the power of the Elemental King had only played a role in cooling down his excess energy. Because too much power had been imbued in his young body, it had to be suppressed with the energy of water.

But now that he had grown up, his body had finally become strong enough to contain the power of the sun.
Therefore, the Elemental King no longer needed to suppress only the excess energy.

‘Oops, got it.’

Merem exhaled and, at the same time, moved tiny water droplets so small they were barely visible.

The terminal of the assassin chasing us couldn’t be heard, drowned out by the laughter and chatter.

Merem signaled to the guards stationed in every nook and cranny to clear the body from over there.

It was a clean job without me uttering a word or making a move.

‘He’s grown up.’

Unable to resist my appetite, I discreetly threw away the trash into a nearby trash can.

Then, it happened.

‘What’s this?’

The assassin seemed to be just smoke for a moment, but in an instant, it roared fiercely, revealing a malicious aura strong enough to make the spine freeze.

It was the aura of my brother that shouldn’t be felt here.

There was nothing surprising, but Merem’s eyes almost rolled back.

The scent of Leonaarda’s cinnamon sugar.

Because that distinctive scent that he highly regarded was coming from the trash.

‘Why would she mask her own scent?’

Isn’t it like wild animals marking their territory with their pheromones?

But no matter how you look at it, Leonaarda seemed to have ‘intentionally’ masked her scent… Was that her taste?

Dark emotions stirred within him.

Every breath trying to swallow it down only brought forth jealousy.

“Can I buy this?”

“…….?”

“…Yes?”

Even in such a situation, Leonaarda looked seriously cute.

Though I was angry that she masked her scent with something like star garbage, seeing her struggle to use an unfamiliar honorific, my mouth curled up.

‘Well, how can I be angry at you?’

As we walked along the deck adorned like a festival street, my oppressed chest somewhat relaxed.

Time spent together.

Time exclusively for the two of us.

Wasn’t that what he had desperately wished for?

This precious moment might not come back. So, I couldn’t continue to feel bad.

Leonaarda doesn’t try to give herself away.

Right now, she is only here to stay with him, believing that her true identity is perfectly hidden.

‘Was the name of this ship “Midsummer Night’s Dream”?’

Indeed.

A dream he wanted to forcibly hold onto if he could.

But eventually, he would have to wake up.

Summer is not eternal, and dreams are the same.

Merem, with a slightly flushed face, watched Leonaarda, who was walking diligently, covering his mouth.

Where did his usual dignified appearance go, replaced by such cuteness?

It was the first time I had seen such a sight, so my heart raced excessively with every breath.

It could almost be as dangerous as handing her food and getting caught.

“Don’t look at me like that. I was going to let it cool down because it’s hot.”
With eyes that looked betrayed, the flickering light of the torches danced enchantingly in her red eyes.

Her arrogance and confidence, thinking that she wouldn’t be exposed even without wearing a mask, were adorable.

She had the confidence to deceive the world and, along with it, the arrogance that the world would willingly be deceived.

And the world called her naive for thinking so.

It was something she alone didn’t know.

“…….,”

Merem absentmindedly opened his mouth and then closed it.

His heart tightened.

Should he throw a tantrum, saying he didn’t want other men to see her like this? Like always, gently touch his cheek with her soft hands, and will she put an end to this amusing circus?

How should I make you accept me? You.

‘How much I wanted to tear apart those sons of bitches who always laughed by your side at every party… You wouldn’t know.’

It’s not just idle talk.

In the desert, it was common to strip off the hides of hunted prey.