Translator: Yui

Leaving behind the banquet hall where peace took over, I was dragged by Izek and got my foot treated.

 

Neither of us said a word while the maids worked hard, applied medicine to my toes and bandaged it.

 

I hated the elongated silence. It just brought me anxiety.

 

Until all the maids finally left, Izek stood on one side and fiddled with my shoes.

 

I was scared all of a sudden. He was not going to hit me with that, was he?

 

“Hey…”

 

“Your feet are so small.”

 

My feet are the perfect size for my height. It was just his hands that were big.

 

“You didn’t see who did it?”

 

“I really didn’t see it. There were so many people earlier, I’m not lying…”

 

“I didn’t say you were lying to me.”

 

He put my shoes down on the table and came close to the sofa I was seated on.

 

He looked incredibly calm, compared to before, so I felt even more anxious.

 

“Now that your feet are in good shape, the banquet is over.”

 

Yes, and my first night plan is done for. Damn it! Again!

 

“Are you upset?”

 

“I’m sorry… you held a banquet for me for the first time and I…”

 

He danced with me in that half-naked assassin costume.

 

My lord! My face flushed again, swallowing the urge to hit the ground and sob.

 

“Are you mad? Are you angry?”

 

“……No.”

 

No, I was sure he just became angry.

 

Well, if there was nothing else I could do, I should just move on.

 

I was lifted up again. I was starting to get used to being treated as a chick.

 

“You must be disappointed, by the look on your face.”

“My expression is….”

 

“What?”

 

“I’m just so happy to be with you.”

 

I almost made a slip of the tongue. I grinned at the face of my husband staring at me with unbelieving eyes.

 

Hi, I’m the leader of your fan club.

 

I’d be really happy if I got to be with you

 

“…….”

 

of course it won’t happen. Because you’re a busy man. I’m sure a lot of

 

to walk out on my own if he goes back to the banquet

 

rather get some

 

“With me?”

 

let’s take a walk

 

about something important

 

nothing

 

Since we’re together a little longer, I should

 

I couldn’t build a castle, I’d at least make

(T/N: Idiom.)

 

 

* * *

 

was almost finished, with the hard work

 

time coming here since I saw it briefly on the

 

was fantastic to see the glass walls shining silver in the moonlight at night. I felt it’d be

 

“Wow.”

 

them to build a fountain too, but I don’t

 

cool sound of water

 

colourful cascading waterfalls, artificial statues of various shapes, sparkling

 

“It’s so beautiful.”

 

what it’ll be like

 

better during the day. It’s fantastic. Like the hanging

 

“What’s that again?”

 

It’s normal for

 

by the king of

 

Why was Nebuchadnezzar

 

it was really cool. Not as good as the hanging gardens, but

 

say anything while I was looking around

 

much money and

 

arm around his thick neck and kissed his smooth

 

course, I thought about

 

statue, turned his head slowly and looked at me. Sure enough. He looked exactly the

 

you

 

“…….”

 

like this to a kiss. But it’s needed for me to

 

stared at

 

he suddenly seemed exhausted again. He was really weird. So

 

keep looking at me like

 

glad you

 

that rang after a long time was hoarse. Izek returned to his original haughty face, dropped me on a bench nearby and sat next to

 

roses shining under

 

their sweet scent. I didn’t want to be

 

she likes lilies best, what’s your

 

“Sistina’s Lark.”

 

at a loss

 

surprising because it was one of the most famous nicknames for me, but I was stunned as soon as Izek let those words out of his

 

call you Sistina’s

 

the bench with one arm hanging behind my back, Izek seemed particularly handsome,

 

was because of the clothes. He was like an assassin of God who came to deal with the fallen

 

for my oldest brother’s birthday and got the name… It’s a

 

lark or angel or something like that

 

damn nicknames. I didn’t know what

 

must be good

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