After putting Kian to sleep and returning to my room, I found myself unable to sleep. Tears flowed from my eyes as I thought of the weight of guilt that the young child must have carried.
In the middle of my sobs, Sicar, dressed in his pajamas, entered the room with a tired face.
“Stop crying. Bika can’t sleep at all because of you.”
“Well, you could just put a soundproof spell in my room then. Sob…”
“Why on earth are you crying like that?”
“I’m crying because young Kian is so pitiful. Sob.”
“Just because of that, you’re crying a river?”
“Just…just?! Can’t you imagine how much that young child must have hurt for it to manifest physically. He has no blood, no tears…”
Ah, right. He doesn’t have blood or tears, does he?
“You really do shed tears unnecessarily.”
“This is not unnecessary crying… Wait… what are you doing…?”
As Sicar’s face appeared strange as he slowly approached me, I instinctively backed away.
And then, his face, which was so unlike him, seemed slightly flushed, and he appeared embarrassed.
In the moment I wondered why he was approaching me with such an expression, Sicar buried my face in his chest.
That is, he was hugging me. Then he began to pat my back.
Though his movement was mechanical, he was doing something he usually didn’t do.
So, I was taken aback, and my tears abruptly stopped.
“What, what are you doing?”
“Every time the kids cry, you hold them like this and they stop crying. I just tried to mimic that. It seems to be quite effective.”
Sicar stood up, disentangling me from his embrace, and straightened his ruffled clothes.
“I’ll have to stop your crying like this next time. This method is simple and good.”
‘Is he applying what I use to console the children?’
Such thoughts gave me the chills.
According to my memory, after I consoled the children and their crying stopped, I used to give them a kiss on their forehead.
‘Surely, he’s not going to kiss my forehead?’
I covered my forehead with my hand as a precaution against any possible situation.
Thankfully, Sicar stood up as if he had finished everything, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I took my hand off my forehead.
‘Right. He’s not simply mimicking everything. Sicar’s goal isn’t to console me, but to simply stop the crying.’
But then, Sicar, who was about to leave, turned back.
“Right. I forgot one thing.”
Suddenly my heart dropped.
Could it be? As I had that thought, he kissed my forehead with an expressionless face.
“It seems like the kids stop crying if I kiss their forehead as a final act. That way they don’t cry again, right?”
Then he stood up as if nothing had happened.
“Feel honored. Even our Happy hasn’t received my kiss. Of course, Happy didn’t cry like you. I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight.”
As Sicar was about to leave the room with a satisfied look on his face, I grabbed his arm.
“Wait a moment.”
“Why?”
“Are you okay… from earlier…?”
Sicar pinched my cheek a few times as I spoke with disbelief.
“What are you doing…?”
“In your memory, when humans find something cute, they pinch their cheeks. You worry about me even now, so I’m finding you cute.”
“Let go of this.”
Sicar shrugged his shoulders with a smirk, showing that he was fine.
“Don’t worry. This kind of injury is nothing. More importantly, I won’t make you cry for something like this in the future. So, go to sleep.”
Without looking back, Sicar waved his hand and left the room.
I’m crying out of surprise, not because I’m worried. How many times do I have to tell him?
But, hearing him say it repeatedly, I started to get confused. Was I crying because I was surprised, or because I was worried about Sicar?
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]A few days later, as the snow melted significantly, Leydocks came to the mansion.
Duryon once again asked if he should behead Leydocks since he visited the mansion, and Sicar told him to bring him back alive.
I muttered, ‘Since the Duke said not to kill him, I suppose I’ll have to drag him around just enough that he doesn’t die, then bring him back.’ Following Duryon, I stopped him on his way out.
“Madam. Why are you doing this?”
“I have a favor to ask of Sir Duryon.”
“If it’s a favor from Madam, I’ll do anything. What’s the favor?”
“I’d like you to show courtesy to the Duke.”
“I’ve been very courteous lately. Madam.”
Huh? So he thinks being polite means not killing? Now that I think about it, he seems to think like Sicar.
“Duryeon, please don’t drag the Count like you did last time. Treat him as politely as you do me.”
Duryeon looked at me as if to say how he could do that. It was a very normal reaction, as the two were almost enemies.
However, as we would become allies in the future, I could not leave things as they were.
“The Count will be a great help to us. He’s especially going to be a mentor to our young knight.”
“What, that buttery guy is going to be our young master’s mentor?!”
Duryeon had often referred to Reydocks as a buttery guy because of his soft and gentle character. Duryeon spoke with a stubborn face he had not shown before.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
