Whether I’m happy because I’m laughing or laughing because I’m happy, it didn’t matter.
It’s as if there’s no order to the fact that I love him, and he loves me.

“Love should be expressed physically for it to be complete.”

“Who says that?”

“A capable person.”

“Raphael?”

“How did you know?”

Lionel widened his eyes and asked.

“He’s a capable secretary. I didn’t know he was capable in love too.”

As I laughed and spoke, he put on a profound expression.

“Raphael isn’t originally about open trousers, but an open heart… so he’s capable in love too.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Anyway, Raphael is right. Just talking about it won’t make you understand. How deep love is…”

With his hands still clasped, he shifted his body sideways, laying me on the bed.

“Is it really deep?”

Feeling the tender touch on my neck, I asked, my shoulders twitching.

“Very deep. It will continue to deepen.”

“Love… you mean?”

“Is there something else?”

His laughter echoed closely to my ears.
“When will we sleep?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you rest for about 3 hours.”

“What time is it now?”

As I turned my head towards the small table where the desk clock was placed,

“Oh, what’s so important about that? My words are both law and time.”

He raised his hand to block my view as if to check the time.

“Can we really sleep for 3 hours… is that right?”

“In fact, time isn’t important. What matters is a good sleep.”

Without much to refute his opinion, I simply nodded.

“Now, let’s relax.”

Lionel said with a provocative look.

“Relaxation?”

“Ha… My wife is too explicit. I was talking about letting go of your fingers, you know?”

As he pulled his large and long fingers out from between my fingers, he pretended to be surprised by my words.

“…I also said it because I felt desire from Lionel’s hands.”

“Well, it’s not a wrong statement.”

His liberated hand lingered on my shoulder for a moment and then slowly moved to another place.
Feeling his touch around my waist, my breath, which I had been holding back, escaped like a moan. My upper body was bending like a bow, more flexible than the bow I saw in the banquet hall. It was a surprising discovery. With the tense and sensitive sensation, my body felt like it could bounce off somewhere at any moment. The rough sound of his breathing, escaping through his lips, felt like a mesmerizing spell. In a dreamy and hazy feeling, my eyes closed gently. Then, when I opened them again, the blue sea was looking down at me. Lionel’s pupils were undulating like waves. His trembling lips were as sweet as honey. It was the honey I created. Overflowing with excessive sweetness, our emotions were absorbing into each other’s bodies, making everything else in the world fade away.
As our emotions were fully absorbed into each other’s bodies, everything in the world became busy. Thud! Suddenly, the table clock placed on the console fell to the marble floor. The ticking sound of the clock’s hands, making a clicking noise, came to a halt. The clock, which had counted down the promised three hours of sleep tonight, vanished into the frozen time within the clock. The next morning, I entered the Alhyun Room of the main palace with Lionel. We were waiting for Norton Asalman III, the third prince of the Norton Empire on the Southern Continent, while drinking tea. Although I was nervous as the first guest who came for the Continental Hunting Tournament, I was more concerned about whether he would pretend not to know about what happened between us in the banquet hall.

“Zelda, there’s something I want to tell you before meeting Prince Norton. I’m afraid you might be surprised.”

Lionel said, holding my hand.

“What is it?”

“Originally, men from the Southern Continent look rough, like savages. Their personalities are also quite rough.”
He confidently described the appearance features of men from the Southern Continent.

I recalled the appearance of Prince Norton, whom I met in the banquet hall last night.

Really?

The prince was tall, but his appearance was quite refined.

It didn’t match Lionel’s description at all.

“Not all men from the Southern Continent… would be like that, right?”

I cautiously objected to his opinion.

“You haven’t seen men from the Southern Continent.”

What about yesterday?

“Well, that’s true.”

“I’ve seen them enough on the battlefield. Most men from the Southern Continent look rugged enough to tear apart and eat raw meat.”

Oh.

The man from the Southern Continent I saw looked elegantly savoring spaghetti, didn’t he?

“So, don’t be too surprised. It’s impolite to show that you’re scared when you see their faces directly, so I’m telling you in advance.”

“Yes, that’s really not courteous.”

I pretended to agree with his words.
“Sure, even if their appearance is rough and strange, let’s give some compliments. Anyway, they’re our first guest.”

“Yes, don’t worry.”

I responded solemnly, promising Lionel as if making a resolution.

He sent a trustworthy gaze and smiled slightly.

“But come to think of it, it seems better for me.”