“That’s something you say before holding hands. But why are you suddenly holding hands now?”

“Well, because I have to be with you when you enter the closet.”

“If that’s the case, it’s fine. I haven’t had nightmares and have been sleeping well alone.”

“Probably because in the Duke’s residence, Vika took care of all the nightmare spirits. Though she’s been complaining lately, she seems to be handling it quite well.”

“So, if there are no nightmare spirits, you won’t have nightmares?”

“If someone like Vika takes care of it, it’s possible. But since there’s no one here to handle it, don’t let go of my hand.”

Anyway, I can’t let go even if I try.

At this point, I felt a bit puzzled. If I was freed from nightmares thanks to Vika, does that mean he intended to sleep with me once he got out of the Duke’s residence?

“Just in case, I’m asking, but did you ask for a room just for me?”

Sicar flinched for a moment, then turned his head abruptly.

“I’m sleeping.”

“What? You’re not answering my question and just going to sleep?”

I didn’t think he would say that…

Even though I could have prepared another room, did he ask for only one room on purpose to sleep together?

Perhaps Kian didn’t intentionally ask Grandma for that… No, that’s going too far. Let’s not make too many assumptions.

“By the way, you control the minds of spirits. In that case, can’t you control and manage the nightmare spirits?”

As if wondering when Sicar said he was going to sleep, he turned his head to look at me and said,

“I control the minds of spirits, but I can’t absorb them like Vika. Of course, if I see something wandering around you, I can move it somewhere. However, since there’s no other person next to you, there’s nowhere to move.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“Answering questions worth listening to is common sense.”

“Then, is the question about deliberately asking for only one room because of me not worth listening to?”

“I’m sleeping.”

He skillfully evades answering when he doesn’t want to.

“Then, can the nightmare spirits not invade your dreams?”

It would be a contradiction for me, who controls the minds of spirits, to be invaded by them. So I’ve never had a nightmare.”

Sicar, who returned as a corpse overnight, witnessed his parents’ miserable and tragic death due to the betrayal of the King. At that time, Sicar was even younger than the current Kian. If he had experienced such a dreadful incident and had nightmares, he might have become even more mentally shattered than he is now.

“From tomorrow, we have to make those damn festival clothes, so go to sleep quickly. And don’t let go of my hand.”

Already unable to take a nap and feeling drowsy, I blurted out what I was thinking.

“Am I that good to you… to the point where you don’t want to let go even while sleeping…”
Hmm. This kind of talk is something Sicar would say. Why is it coming out of my mouth?

I shouldn’t be saying such things…

In the vague moments before falling asleep, Sicar’s voice could be heard.

“I’m talking nonsense because I’m sleepy.”

Did I have a nightmare? In the dream, Sicar appeared.

Entering the small closet with his large body, holding me tightly, and kissing me in such a dream…

Upon waking up, I realized that Sicar had entered my dream again.

I don’t know if I had such a dream because I haven’t been dreaming about closets lately due to Vika. However, considering that I occasionally dreamt of it and dreamed of it again here, there might be something related to closets in my memories.

In this dream too, Sicar kissed me, saying, ‘I’ll leave a good memory for you.’

The thought that my dream would be a good memory if he kissed me must come from the misconception that he likes me.

While I was washing and drying my hair with such thoughts, Sicar had already brought breakfast and post-meal milk tea for the day when I couldn’t eat in the dining hall.

“Grandma said to meet at the workshop after the worship service. Since you can’t attend the service, you should stay in the room alone until I come back from the worship service. Be in the workshop first, and I’ll take you there.”

He doesn’t say it, but he takes care of everything, making it comfortable.

“Thank you.”

I just said thank you with a single word, but Sicar looked at me as if surprised, then turned his head slightly.

But Sicar, who turned his head, had slightly reddened earlobes.

‘A blush from a thank you…? From the cold-blooded Sicar?’

Sicar spoke with his head turned.

“You really thank me whenever you get a chance.”

I didn’t thank him at every opportunity. Well, even if I did, it’s not a big deal. I didn’t say I loved him; I just thanked him. Why is he blushing?

I shouldn’t let this pass.

“Your ears seem to be turning red right now.”

“It must be because spring is coming, it’s a bit hot.”

It’s common sense for ears to turn red when it’s hot.

“Did you, by any chance, misunderstand my thank you as something else?”

Like, do you like me, or something similar?

“Sicar? Is your ears turning red because it’s hot?”