“If a combination of red hair and blue eyes becomes a pronoun, you know?”

“If we get married and have a child, will the child definitely have red hair and blue eyes?”

“So far, that’s how it’s been. Due to the scarcity of hands, there haven’t been many children in our generation, so there’s no confusion. My family has a strong assertion, but it seems we lack the stamina to implement that in multiples.”

Having rather acerbically evaluated her ancestors, Olivia, releasing his cheek, buried her back deeply in the sofa.

Surprised by Isaac’s question about being a son, her shoulders stiffened to the point that the area connecting the back of her neck and head throbbed, because she was so startled.

With pain flooding in all at once, Olivia, who had been suppressing groans, missed Kraye’s murmured words with a considerable volume.

“Yeah. That’s right, your child with me will have red hair and blue eyes.”

She tried to alleviate the pain somehow, but as always, the pain that didn’t disappear just by squirming a little persisted.

Kraye, who looked down at Olivia wriggling like a worm, opened his mouth.

“Where does it hurt?”

“People sitting down are the ones in pain.”

When Kraye asked for a more specific answer with his eyes, Olivia, squeezing her neck around, let out a long sigh.

“As I keep sitting, my waist weakens, and my back bends inward. Then the pain goes up through my shoulders and back of the neck, almost like wanting to grab and pull my neck out.”

The ancestors of Bolsheik, who carried stacks of documents like a mountain throughout their lives, also considered Olivia’s pain as a friend and lived with the same suffering.

“One of the ancestors said it was turtle neck, and that’s exactly right.”

She picked up any document in her hand, pretending to look at it while pulling her neck long.

At that, Kraye suddenly hugged her from the sofa without warning.

With the unexpectedly elevated view, Olivia grabbed his shoulders sharply with her chin.

“Where are you going?”

“It means you’re tense from your back to your neck in the end.”

“That’s true, but…”

Before Olivia could say more, he laid her down on the long sofa.

Olivia, who unexpectedly ended up lying on the sofa, pondered on the useless impression that Kraye’s jawline was as sharp as a veil as he looked down at her.

“Lie down.”

“What?”

“Lie down. I’ll loosen it for you.”

With one more word added, Olivia obediently lay down without any resistance.

“Do you know how to do that?”

“Touching a human body is familiar to me.”

“While it might sound quite suggestive, if you’re as strong as you are, I guess I can accept it.”

What he’s talking about right now as ‘touching a human body’ is not simply holding hands or hugging, but more likely something with a more pungent smell.
It is a monster that not only knocks down castle walls with a single swing of a sword but also sends everyone standing in front of him straight to the afterlife without exception.

A monster that can cut down knights considered strong in the empire, those who were born as geniuses and trained throughout their lives on how to more efficiently harm people, all in one stroke.

He would probably know better than anyone about the human body.

Without any resistance, rather with a slightly excited thin waist and smoothly connected neck that seemed to be reveling in it, Kraye looked down at Olivia and swallowed a sigh or a groan.

Whether there was a sense of caution or not.

It felt like a small rabbit that could be swallowed in one bite, coming up on its own plate with an unknowing face.

Apart from the intention to relieve pain, there was nothing else…….

“Kraye?”

As he stood still without moving, Olivia called him with her face pressed against the cheek.

But he just looked down at her without reaching out.

“Kra…”

“Is it okay for me to touch you as I please?”

At his sudden question or confirmation, Olivia’s eyelashes fluttered fiercely.

That means he’s going to release my back……right? It should be, right?

The emotions that were hard to define and were not intended to relieve pain to this extent were reflected in the trembling crimson eyes and the earthquake-like shaking blue eyes that faced each other.

Unable to endure the air that began to swell between them, Olivia, who couldn’t stand it, turned her body around, lifting her body that had been lying down.

“Uh, yeah. But now it’s okay. It’s okay now.”

Naturally, the pain piercing through her neck remained the same, but so did his hands touching every nook and cranny of her body.

Shaking off her lingering thoughts by shaking her head vigorously, Olivia sat on the sofa and looked up at him.

She didn’t have the courage to meet his gaze again, so her eyes wandered below, and suddenly, her eyes that had been wandering touched his collarbone.

A child desperately trying to hide something with crimson eyes.

“Could it be that he stamped even a child like that.”