Chapter 34 (1/2)

The female lead woke up. It’s something I’ve been waiting for for 5 years with the sole intention of going back, so I couldn’t be happy even though it was a situation I should have been happy. My feelings were strange.

“…… see.”

I was at a loss for words for a moment, then barely spoke.

“I told you it wasn’t me. You didn’t believe it.”

“I apologize for that.”

It is my mistake. The Dark Lord, who added in a dignified tone, shut his mouth again. Having nothing to say about the quick apology, I was also silent.

“……… ”

Dark Lord, who had his chin clenched and was immersed in thought, was like a real stone statue due to his pure white skin. For some reason, he was not wearing a robe, so I was able to fully appreciate his bare face, which appeared only once in the original story.

He’s so handsome. Without realizing it, I blanked out and looked at him. With wavy black hair running down his cheeks, the pale skin typical of a vampire stands out. Assand and Abel were rarely described in appearance, but he looked like a handsome man with his own decadent beauty.

Come to think of it, Saint Lucia was born with some kind of good blessing, so she has Assand, Abel, and Dark Lord… Rather than being envious, her ability to manage the male interests is great. I can’t handle a single Abel at all. Forgetting my worries and admiring her over and over again, I immediately came to my senses.

“Hey, can we leave as we promised?”

“Yes.”

“Ask Caesar to release his powers. That hourglass.”

“Already told him.”

He was originally a silent person, but today he is unusually short-answered. Assand wakes up and is he uncomfortable with that? The moment I glanced at him up and down in amazement, I found his arm with red threads tangled in a mess.

“…… Is that a burn?”

He hid it with long sleeves, but I’ve already seen it all. Burns were evident on the forearm, which was red. I struggled as I looked at the dizzying red thread that was not covered by clothes. Just pretend you don’t know. After all, Saint Lucia will come and treat him soon.

However, if it is the original, a few days remain. Burns get worse over time…there’s a 99.9% chance of getting ill in a low sanitary environment and management condition. The healer ego and the safety first ego collided with each other.

“Can I take a look?”

‘You do whatever you want.’

I couldn’t figure out why Karein’s words passed by at this time. When I hesitated and asked, neither affirmatively nor negated at all. All I could do was stare at him with an indifferent face, until I slyly approached him and he stretched out his hand.

The Dark Lord’s body was colder than that of Abel. I felt as if I was touching a statue placed outside in winter. When I put my hand on his forearm, as expected, the burning pain is transmitted. Ugh, I wrinkled my brows and endured the burning sensation.

“How did this happen?”

“…… I did as you suggested.”

What advice? Advice to go outside? I still looked up at the expressionless face in amazement. He cursed and hated sunlight so much that I thought he would hear it with one ear, but he heard me and went outside? Outside? The Dark Lord whose name is dark from the start? It was not surprising even if the sky turned upside down.

“Well, did it have any effect?”

“at all. As you can see, only scars remain.”

…… Thanks to you, I missed the chance to hit Assand. It’s a dull tone, but it sounds like he’s reprimanding me. No, I’m just worried. I thought it might be because of the lack of sunlight that causes his gloomy personality. It was a pity that he had his head bowed and pretended to be immersed in the treatment.

*

When I came out of the Dark Lord’s room, raindrops that were quite thick were falling outside. Even so, when it starts to rain on the dark field, it’s terrifying.

Why is it raining like this? Standing at the entrance of the castle, staring at the raindrops, I was startled by the sudden voice.

“It’s strange. My intuition cannot be wrong.”

“Aack!”

What are you so surprised about? When I jumped back, he slowly smiled and tilted his head. God!

“Give me a second!”

The atmosphere is already gloomy! Whether or not I was buzzing, Caesar shrugged his shoulders and raised the corners of his mouth, keeping his hair neatly curled even in the humid and wet weather.

“I heard from the Dark Lord. I’m sorry you’re not a saint.”

“I said I wasn’t in the first place.”

Caesar was among the people who brought me here while insisting that I was the saint. I was dragged in recklessly. I wrinkled my brows and stared at him, and with a sad expression on his face, he flipped over the deck of cards.

“No matter what you think about it, it’s strange. I don’t put my stake on a board I’m likely to lose.”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about, but rather, please destroy the hourglass you put on Abel. We’re leaving now.”

“Ah, it should be.”