It wasn’t a storm. The wind didn’t rush wildly, nor did it spit out rough waves.

It just slowly blew from the unfathomable depths of Kyria’s chest, gradually eroding his entire body.

What should I call that?

It was something that couldn’t be expressed with the word ’emptiness.’

That thing flowed through his veins along with regret.

And only then did he regret.
Needing information, he opted for the most efficient method. The act of parting ways with Olivia was his own choice. Despite the swearing that had risen to the tip of his tongue against himself, it didn’t spill out. ‘…So, how much effort I’ve put in to meet you, after making one more doll, you won’t need to be in the empire….’ He merely looked down at Greta in front of him with a gaze as if observing a stone on the path. I need to finish the work quickly. No, it’s not just about finishing it; it must succeed. Failure was not an option. If he failed, he would have to leave Olivia in this way again. And he spoke, ‘Tell me how we first met.’ Lost in the past, he opened his mouth incoherently. “I lost memories. I don’t really know about my past….” “Cryer.” Before his words could start, Olivia called him.
Before his words even began, Olivia called him. Clinging to him desperately, she slowly swept his back as if hanging herself and whispered, “You don’t have to speak now.” Sensing the strength in his arms, Olivia added, “You can tell me anytime.” To Cryer, those words sounded like she would always be by his side. It didn’t matter if he heard them the way he wanted; in reality, she was in his embrace, and she would be in the future as well.

If you calculate the time they haven’t met and the time they will spend together in the future, these few days of parting might be just a moment. And Cryer deeply realized that he couldn’t bear even that moment. He closed his mouth and decided to concentrate on Olivia’s sweeping back, the arms hugging her, and her breath. How much time had passed?

Olivia, who felt the tension released from his tight back and neck, suddenly smiled briefly. A thought occurred to her. How can a man who is so huge and absurdly strong, to the point of being called a monster, behave like a child? Who else but me can see this side of the man? With this strange satisfaction rising, on the other hand, an uneasy feeling of not wanting to step forward also surged.

Due to her laughter, the vibration was transmitted to Cryer, and he slowly raised his head. With the reddish hair brushing against the tip of his nose, Olivia’s voice echoed. “What on earth happened to you?” The mocking tone was laid on the worries underneath, and a slightly different emotion touched the body. “Well.” Cryer didn’t say more and once again buried his face in her shoulders, this time, resting his face on the nape of her neck.

As her lukewarm breath flowed down his throat, Olivia, instinctively, swept down his back as if scratching, tickling him. “Let go now. It’s too long for just a moment.” The tone was assertive, and there was pushing force, but Cryer couldn’t help but smile. At the end of a sideways glance, her nape looked as tempting as a ripe apple, ready to be bitten, and the sweet juice might flow out if he bit it lightly. However, he relaxed his grip on her waist.

Being by her side. I’m by her side, and she’s by my side. Now, that alone was enough, and the sound of a satisfying scratching echoed from the inside of the throat. When Cryer, who let go of her waist, tried to get up, Olivia stopped him. “Don’t get up, just lie down for now. It’s really unbelievable mischief.” “It’s okay now.” “It’s not okay for me to see, so lie down for a while.”
The bright red hair brushing against the tip of the nose resonated simultaneously with Olivia’s voice.

“What on earth did you go through?”

On the teasing tone floor, worries and slightly different emotions were laid, transmitted through the body as it was.

“I don’t know.”

Cryer didn’t say more and once again buried his face in her shoulders, this time resting his face on the nape of her neck.

As her lukewarm breath flowed down his throat, Olivia, instinctively, swept down his back as if scratching, tickling him.

“Let go now. It’s too long for just a moment.”

The tone was assertive, and there was pushing force, but Cryer couldn’t help but smile.

At the end of a sideways glance, her nape looked as tempting as a ripe apple, ready to be bitten, and the sweet juice might flow out if he bit it lightly.

However, he relaxed his grip on her waist.

Being by her side. I’m by her side, and she’s by my side. Now, that alone was enough, and the sound of a satisfying scratching echoed from the inside of the throat.

When Cryer, who let go of her waist, tried to get up, Olivia stopped him.

“Don’t get up, just lie down for now. It’s really unbelievable mischief.”

“It’s okay now.”

“It’s not okay for me to see, so lie down for a while.”

Grumbling, Olivia, successfully, pressed down Cryer’s steel-like strong shoulders. Seeing Olivia pressing his tough shoulders, Cryer eventually lay down on the sofa.

Olivia, who succeeded in laying him down, got up in turn. Feeling his persistent gaze, Olivia shook her head and said,

“You have a fever. The stamp seems even hotter. I’ll prepare cold water and a towel, so just stay here for a moment.”

“No, it’s better to stay by your side.”

Grabbing the hem of her departing sleeve, he uttered a voice that seemed to go out, and Olivia’s forehead deepened.

“What, was it really painful?”

“Yeah.”

“The stamp?”

There was no answer, but the silence didn’t deny it.

Olivia, who felt the heat, went about cooling him down with water and medicine, clearing everything as Cryer wished.

“Only you can make the princess sit on the floor like this.”

“I like that.”

“Me sitting on the floor? Well, I did grab your thigh, anyway. Anyway, it’s all an embarrassing sight…”

“No.”

Cryer raised his hand and wiped her cheek with his dry palm.

“Only the part that says ‘me.'”