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Special Chapter
In
the night when it snowed heavily, Alexander caught me leaving without a word.
He asked me not to leave the Duchy until he become an adult. Maybe if it wasn't
for the tears he shed, I would have left this place already.
Duke
Arpad's Manor is still a place that makes me feel uneasy. But, I made a promise
to Alexander, and for some reason, I don't want to break that promise.
'I
am lonely. Sister. This is scary.'
That
night.
Alexander's
tearful appearance like a child didn't match his cold image, so it was
imprinted deep in my heart. And because of that, I have taken on the role of
Mistress of this Duke's Manor. Besides that, I also think about Alexander
sometimes.
“……In
other words, Honored Guest Miss Ophelia would like to replace all the curtains
in the Hall with sapphire blue curtains. But, is that the right choice? These
dark green curtains are still fine.”
I
stood up holding the Manor's Book of Accounts and looked out the window for a
while, then looked back at the Head Butler who was dissatisfied with my
decision. He asked me with an unhappy face.
The
Head Butler, Philip is an old man who was in charge of the management of the
Duke's Manor, he had been the one who had taken on the role of Mistress of this
Manor which had been vacant for a long time. Even after my Mother married my
Stepfather, my Mother never focused on the role of Mistress of the Manor, and
Philip did not like me and my Mother's presence, he felt we didn't fit in with
the Arpad Family which was a Royal Family, he felt that his 'territory' was
disturbed.
However,
my Mother died about 1 month after she married my Stepfather. The Manor of Duke
Arpad, who had suddenly lost their Master, was now in a series of chaos.
Suddenly,
I thought of the red-haired old woman who was by Catherine's side. They are
disappeared as if they were kicked out while trying to plan to live in this
Manor.
If
they were still here, would they clash with the Head Butler, Philip as I am
right now?
“……The
dark green color is so outdated. The sapphire blue color has been very popular
in Napiliya, the Imperial Capital since last fall. Isn't the Arpad Family not
lacking in economic power, so why not change it?”
"But
as I just said, this curtain is still fine."
“I
heard that my Father often holds a Ball gathering the Northern Nobles in the
dead of winter. Since there was no Mistress here until now, then no one would
complain if the Duke's Manor has an old-fashioned interior. Of course, now the
Mistress is standing in front of you."
This
old man, Philip frowned slightly when I addressed the late Duke Arpad as
'Father'. I was keenly aware of the fact that he was displeased by my presence
as he still called me 'Honored Guest, Miss Ophelia' as if it was a matter of
course.
But
now, at the request of Alexander, I officially become the Mistress of this
Manor.
To
Philip, my existence was nothing but a thorn in the eye. I bit my lip briefly,
feeling as if some new fact had stabbed sharply into my body. I don't want to
back down.
"If
the previous Duchess were still alive, these dark green curtains that were
popular 10 years ago would no longer exist. If you go against my opinion again,
I will summon Alexander and let him make the decision."
"……I'll
order it right away. What else do you need?"
"I
want to change the floor covering."
The
gray-haired old man's white eyebrows twitched. I saw him, but I pretended not
to see him. Always beautifully decorating the venue for Banquets and Ceremonies
is the role of the Mistress of the Manor.
I
had learned that from Baroness Blancier. Renovating the Hall was not just a
luxury. If my Mother was alive, she would have done this too.
Even
so, Philip's erratic attitude was so unreasonable. I don't like him either, but
I don't want to have any further conflict with him. Consuming emotions is a
tiring thing. After I finished my conversation with Philip, I left immediately.
"I
want to drink Cybril Tea. Add a spoonful of honey."
With
Henrietta waiting for me in a corner of the Hall, I sat down in the Living Room
and buried my head. Cybril is a type of herbal tea supplied only in the South
and has a calming effect on the mind and body.
Henrietta
rolled her green eyes and saw my condition, then nodded awkwardly. Recently,
Henrietta has been paying more and more attention to me. I also pretended not
to know about it. Sometimes I always pretend to be indifferent because it's
good for my life.
"Yes,
Miss. Please wait a moment."
"The
quill I used is out of ink."
"I'll
take it. You can rest, Miss."
I
turned my head to look at Henrietta's hair with an envious gaze. The weather in
the North is very changeable, and the snow that had fallen until yesterday has
now stopped.
Looks
like the sun will be quite warm today. In the afternoon, I will take a walk in
the park. If I stay indoors, I'll feel pressured.
While
waiting for Henrietta, I picked up a dark blue pillow lying nearby. I put the
pillow with gold tassels on all four sides under my head, then I closed my eyes
to rest a bit.
The
unexpected feud with Philip made my head hurt. I had to go through all this
just because of changing the interior a bit, I don't know if I can manage the
Duke's Manor properly in the future.
I
am not sure. Why did Alexander entrust me with such a heavy responsibility?
Suddenly there was hatred toward him. Even so, I've only known him for a short
time, about 1 month. What is wrong with him……
"……Ah."
It's
like I fell asleep in a sea of continuous thoughts. As soon as I lifted my
tired eyelids, I found a great coat covering my body.
……It's
warm. And comfortable. Slowly, I raised my upper body and held the black coat.
"You
slept very well, Sis."
"Alexander."
"I
drank the tea that Henrietta brought. As soon as she got here, I felt thirsty,
and I thought you wouldn't wake up until the tea got cold."
His
voice sounded low and smooth. Alexander sat on the end of the long sofa,
watching the fireplace. His big white hand was supporting his chin. Come to
think of it, I heard that today he left early in the morning. Ever since my
Mother and the late Duke Arpad passed away, I've been wondering what happened
to him to the extent that he's obsessed with watching me every moment.
"……You
don't really like sweets, do you?"
"Yeah.
I drank it for no reason."
Alexander
smiled a little with his pale lips. His silver-gray eyes were fixed on the
fire, looking quite serious. But, when he answered my question, he looked back
at me, and I can't feel his seriousness when he looked at me.
Casually,
Alexander touched my legs which were wrapped in stockings with his fingertips.
I, who gasped in surprise, immediately bent my knees and hid my feet behind my
dress.
"Your
feet are cold. I want to warm them."
"You
don't have to."
"I
didn't mean to do anything."
“……Whatever
it is, no thanks.”
I
looked at Alexander carefully. Gently, Alexander shrugged his shoulders and
leaned his upper body against the sofa. Large body that does not match his age.
And his firm, smooth muscles were hidden under a dark shirt.
I've
seen his naked upper body, and for a moment I didn't know where to put my gaze.
I don't want him to realize that. But, why should I be like that?
"Please
don't go, Sis. Right now, the only one I can rely on is you."
"Don't
talk like that. You've chased away all your relatives who tried to take care of
you……"
And,
again like this. Alexander looked at me with an unreasonable look.
At
a time like this, even if I want to keep playing dumb, I can't. At some point,
I realized I was making eye contact with him.
I
was acutely aware that he was touching the instep of my leg. Is it possible for
Alexander to continue confronting me like this, even when he knows all the
truths I'm hiding?
Having
an eccentric Mother doesn't mean I don't have a moral heart. I have to pay the
full price for what I have done.
Even
so, I faced Alexander who did not take his eyes off me. How can you be so
selfish? In the end, I averted my eyes first, pretending to be natural. In the
corner of my eye, I could see Alexander clenching his fist tightly.
He
clenched his fists so tightly I could see his veins. I chose to close my eyes
to block my view of him.
"Sister."
"Are
you deliberately distancing yourself from me? Are you still going to leave
here?"
"……It
is not like that."
"Don't
say no. Every time I try to take a step to get to know you, you always draw the
line and build walls like this."
Alexander's
voice was very low. A warm feeling ran down my ankles. When I opened my eyes I
saw his hand gripping my ankle. I tried hard to get out of his strong grip by
twisting my leg. But it is in vain.
"Today,
what happened to you?"
Then,
I finally gave up on trying to escape from his grip, and I asked him
helplessly. Since he had been gone since morning, for some reason Alexander
seemed to be in a strange state. What happened when he left?
Usually,
he was the type who knew how to keep to a certain extent.
"Why
should I tell you? Besides you, you always act as if you're going to leave here
at any moment."
"You
sulk. Sorry, I'm wrong."
"Words
that are not even from the heart."
His
silver-gray eyes were slightly distorted. With his body half turned towards me,
he held my ankles and slightly bent his upper body. His head was down, and
without hesitation, Alexander buried his face into the hem of my dress.
The
back of his long, stiff neck showed that he was really nervous right now. Since
he prevented me from leaving the Duke's Manor, sometimes Alexander would try to
narrow the gap with me this way.
"I'm
sorry. I'm feeling irritated, but I can't tell you what happened today… Haa,
sorry. Just let me be like this, just for a moment. I'm sorry."
"……Alexander,
if someone saw you do this."
"In
this Living Room, there are only the two of us, and I don't care even if anyone
sees."
Now
I can't do anything because he's being so stubborn. Actually, I could have let
him go by force, but deep inside, I don't hate being close to Alexander like
this.
I
don't know if Alexander's tension has transferred to me. I looked at him gently
with tensed shoulders. His matted black hair clung to the hem of my dress.
His
hair looks soft. Would he hate me if I touched his hair?
I'm
still wary of Alexander. He had been friendly to me since our parents' funeral,
but he was still not to be trusted. My eyes filled with tears then I creased
the hem of my dress with my fingers. Then, after a few moments of silence, I
asked.
"You
really won't tell me?"
“……Are
you curious?”
"Of
course."
“……Actually,
it's not that big of a deal. I was just going out to have a look around the
Duchy. Thinking that now I'm the one who has to rule over this vast territory
as a Duke, my shoulders feel heavy.”
"Aahhh.
You seem to be feeling some pressure."
If
that was the case, then Alexander's strange state of affairs could be
understood. I nodded quietly and listened to the gentle voice.
He
was still 17 years old, but now he had to leave his world because he had to
replace the previous Duke. But I guess, he's old enough to struggle.
Slowly,
I raised my eyes and met his gaze. It was hard to resist the urge to wipe his
slightly reddened eyes.
***
To
be honest, Alexander lied. But he didn't feel the slightest regret. In fact, he
did go out to do a territory inspection.
However,
unlike what he had told Ophelia, he didn't feel the burden of having to become
the next Duke. That was because Alexander had already fully realized that he
was born into this world to inherit the honorable title of Duke Arpad.
Therefore,
the reason he went out today was to clear the complicated thoughts in his head.
Testimony from investigators which investigating the previous Duke and Duchess'
accident, and an unspecified syringe found after the funeral.
What
is she hiding? Alexander is very suspicious of Ophelia. No matter how hard I
thought about it, she was the only suspicious person.
But
in this world, what kind of cruel person would kill the Mother who gave birth
to her? Besides, how could there be a woman who looks so thin and fragile like
her?
Alexander's
daily life is filled with chaos after Ophelia is not allowed to leave the
Duke's Mansion. Amidst all that, what confused him the most was Ophelia's
attitude toward him.
For
example, when our eyes met like just now, I showed her my bright smile but she
pretended not to notice it.
"……Yes,
that's true. So please don't keep saying that you will leave here one day. I
can only rely on you."
Don't
leave me. Maybe you are a ruthless killer who has killed your own Mother.
However, my eyes always follow those sapphire blue eyes. In other words, I've
always been watching her.
She
wasn't sure if I approached her with good intentions or not. However, I felt
embarrassed because I kept getting close to her, but I couldn't get rid of this
feeling and in the end, it became both cute and annoying……
Damn
it. Alexander gulped.
As
I stood in front of her, I felt like the thoughts that had been organized all
along surfaced. I have to reveal my suspicions to Ophelia.
Alexander
didn't think of himself as a fool who only looked at appearances. Of course,
Ophelia had an objectively beautiful appearance, but those factors did not make
her shine.
When
my Father was alive, we would often gather in the Living Room after dinner to
play cards or talk. Every time that happened, Ophelia looked into my eyes or my
Father's eyes, was this kind of atmosphere foreign to her? She looked at her
mother too, with that dark gaze as dark as the abyss —as if she was yearning
for something.
'……Is
that really normal?'
Alexander
was always blinded by her unpredictable behavior. Now that I think about it,
maybe the reason why I started paying close attention to Ophelia was because of
something trivial like this.
'Why
does she look so uncomfortable?'
At
first, Alexander had a bad opinion of Ophelia. He was dissatisfied with the
fact that he had to regard a woman who age not far from him as his Big Sister.
Because
of that, I became harsh and outspoken with her. And Ophelia acted carefully
like a very weak herbivorous animal as if she had recognized my intentions.
However,
it could be a problem if my attitude attracted her attention.
On
the day, when I lay sick with a terrible cold caused by diving into icy water
practice in the cold winter.
Ophelia
came to meet me with a stiff face and slightly trembling eyes. Late at night,
in a deserted corridor with no one around, our eyes meet.
Ophelia
focused her attention as if she was frightened, and I, who was standing before
her, felt strange.
That's
why, unintentionally, I said arrogant words to her.
I
sighed as I closed the door, unable to contain the emotions that I couldn't
even understand. Not long after, when I opened the door again, I saw Ophelia
moving away with her head down.
And
from that day on, as soon as I came to my senses, my eyes fixed on her with a
new look —a look that I didn't understand.
And
I could feel that she noticed my gaze.
Ophelia
looked at her Mother who was smiling at my Father then I saw Ophelia's gaze
getting deeper and darker as she stared at my Father. She was like a daughter
who was jealous because she couldn't get happiness from her mother.
Therefore,
Alexander suspects Ophelia because he has strong instincts, not physical
evidence. And it was at that moment, he slowly realized that something inside
him was quite twisted.
“……Em,
I understand. I will be more careful with my words from now on.”
Breaking
the silence that had lasted for a few moments, Ophelia answered in a low voice.
Alexander who was looking at her with a sharp gaze blinked slowly. The light
wasn't the only reason why that pale tinge appeared on her cheeks which had
been pale from the start.
Alexander
doubted it a lot, but as soon as he saw Ophelia like that, he couldn't
understand why his heart started beating fast. At first, I just wanted to find
out about this thing that was bothering me.
"……I
think it's really, really late. I have to finish the rest of my work."
Alexander
resisted the urge to touch Ophelia's pink cheeks with his fingertips. I stood
up, struggling to ignore the woman's gaze.
Ophelia
didn't try to stop me. Annoyed by that, Alexander sharpened his eyes again to
look at Ophelia.
"Um,
yes. That's right, you must be very busy."
Ophelia
stretched out the black coat she was holding. She slung the black coat she was
holding onto my tensed shoulders. In the middle of winter, the Duke's Mansion
was almost isolated from the outside world, in this Mansion lived a beautiful
woman who was not much different from me in age.
In
the end, I became clueless. If all this was according to my expectations,
Ophelia had killed the Duke and Duchess, then what would I do? I went out early
in the morning to organize my thoughts, but I still haven't gotten an answer
for that.
After
leaving Ophelia, Alexander left the Living Room and stood leaning against the
corridor, tilting his head back. The woman's scent wafted weakly in the hem of
the still-warm coat.
I
don't know why my heart is pounding just because of something like this.
Alexander
couldn't resist the urge any longer, finally, Alexander buried his nose in the
coat. His hands trembled slightly as he took a deep breath.
***
Why
was Henrietta so late?
After
Alexander left, I looked at the books I had compiled, and I suddenly realized
that a long time had passed. So, I raised my head.
The
back of my neck is quite stiff. The clock with gold trim hanging on the wall
was already pointing at 6 pm.
Usually,
after about 1 hour, Alexander would send someone to ask me out for dinner, but
I don't think that will happen today. I bit my lip, remembering the strange
tension I felt with Alexander.
Recently,
when I think about it, I spend a lot of time blankly staring outside. I
remember Alexander's big, strong hands, I remember the feeling that I felt when
he squeezed my ankle. I know very well that it is meaningless and futile to
repeat these things over and over again.
What
if it turns out that I really fell in love with him? I was born with my
Mother's blood. The blood of the one who had killed all the men who loved her
with her own hands, even I, her only daughter, couldn't understand what she was
thinking.
But
I never thought of killing Alexander.
……That's
why, I killed my Mother. Subconsciously, I had decided that one day I would
have to stop my Mother's strange behavior with my own hands.
And
the trigger was when I realized that my Mother was after Alexander.
But,
do I really have feelings for Alexander, even if I turn my back on my mother
whom I love? No matter how much I think about it, I can never find the answer.
Now
I don't know anything. The more I think about it, the more I fall into the
abyss. I wrestled with a deep sense of guilt and tried hard not to show it. I
groaned softly and lowered my head. My long silver hair obscured my vision.
'This
hurts, I want to leave right now.'
I
have committed a grave sin. I must atone for it with my death. Those dark
thoughts kept gnawing at me. To keep my promise to Alexander I had to live in
this misery for 3 years.
I
put down the Manor's Financial Book, then rubbed my hand over the area around
my chest where it hurt. Whenever I'm alone, a terrible feeling of depression
and boredom seems to overtake me.
Unable
to endure this whirl of emotions any longer, I left the Living Room as if I was
running away. Then, I headed to the former Duke Arpad's Study Room. If I read a
book, if I enter another world, I feel like I can escape this confusing
feeling.
"You
bit#h. Who do you think you are? You're just an orphan."
Then
I found it. Henrietta who was of more than average height, was surrounded by
maids wearing the same maid uniform, and I looked at her from a distance with a
face that was cold, or rather, expressionless.
"Just
because the previous Duke took care of you, you think everything is still the
same as before? What a shame. You should be grateful that the previous Duke
accepted you. But now you're hanging out in a place like this while everyone
else is busy working!? "
"An
insolent and arrogant person like you, you should be the one to die instead of
the Duke!"
Henrietta
who always pretended to be expressionless, now her green eyes flickered. As her
gaze drifted downwards, the maid who spoke those absurd words flinched.
The
maid, who was some distance away from Henrietta, pointed at Henrietta with her
finger.
"W-What!
I didn't say anything! Why did you get mad at me and break my arm?"
"Who
doesn't know herself?"
Hearing
Henrietta's voice, I stepped into the room after sensing the gloomy aura she
harbored. Henrietta was trying to cast a spell on a short, grumpy-looking maid.
"......Here
you are. I've been looking for you for a long time."
I
summoned Henrietta to awaken the magic power that was in me. The world of
wizards is divided into a strict hierarchy. A weak wizard must bow her head
before a wizard of higher talent than herself.
"...??"
Henrietta
who belatedly noticed my energy took a quick breath and looked at me. It was an
expression of fear. She rolled her eyes and stepped back as if she was a
criminal who had been caught committing a crime.
Oh
my god, she didn't have to do any of that. I came here to support you,
Henrietta.
"Alexander
was in the Living Room. I came here because you didn't come back —even when I
rang the bell you didn't come."
"Miss
Ophelia. I think you look very tired……"
"I
know. But I didn't expect you to be relaxing here with the other maids. What
are you guys doing here?"
I
smiled gently and asked if they were playing a fun game. The maids looked at
each other with pale and confused faces.
In
fact, all this time, they had been acting as though they were ignoring me. They
hated my Mother and me who had entered an aristocratic society and become
members of the Arpad Family, even though we were just ordinary people without
any pretensions.
However,
after the funeral, when Alexander acted as if he was taking good care of me,
the attitude of the servants changed. Even now, the maids feel burdened because
I happen to have become Alexander's closest person.
I
waved my hand in annoyance.
"I
bet you guys haven't finished your shift either, have you."
"Yes,
Miss… We came here to clean up the Study Room. We saw Henrietta hanging around
and playing around here."
"That
is a big problem. But, next time, if it happens again, just call me."
Alexander
gave me the role of managing the servants. Of course, when there's a minor
disturbance like this, I can simply leave it to the Head Butler to mediate for
them.
However,
just like them, the Head Butler Philip also doesn't like me…… Even he thinks
that I have crossed my limits. Instead, I see this as an opportunity.
I
want to emphasize that, even a Head Butler whose position is higher than you
are one who is beneath me. Without hesitation, I approached them and grabbed
the hand of the maid who had engaged Henrietta in a fight.
"Your
name?"
"I-I'm
Cynthia, Miss."
"Don't
say harsh words. Maybe after this, starting tomorrow you will be bedridden for
3 days because of your grumpy nature."
"……Yes?
Miss, what do you mean?"
"Your
body feels hot, you will definitely feel dizzy from the fever. But after 3
days, you will be fine."
"Mi-Mi-Miss!
What are you talking about? Why are you saying such unpleasant things……!"
Cynthia
screamed at me and twisted her arm away from me. Right after that, I rubbed my
arm in confusion —as if in shock. I had breathed a little bit of magic into
her, and little by little, she would notice that there was a heat sinking into
her body.
I
looked at Henrietta with a gentle smile. It was very easy for a truly skilled
magician to control even a small amount of magic power. The fact that Henrietta
couldn't hold back her anger and break someone's arm like this meant that her
skills were still lacking.
"Let's
go, Henrietta."
"……Yes,
Miss. Sorry, I'm late."
Henrietta
who was sandwiched between these maids now lowered her head. As my eyes fell
down, she hastily hid a book behind her back. Henrietta's plan was obvious
without me having to check what book it was.
I
smiled a little and held out my hand to her. Shrugging, she avoided my touch.
"What
are you afraid of?"
“I-It's
fine……”
Henrietta
hurriedly shook her head and lowered her eyes. Come to think of it, I heard
that she has a strange relationship with Alexander. For a moment, an unpleasant
feeling pierced me, but I tried to ignore it.
For
the time being, I should stop doing useless things. No one is on my side here.
Even Alexander who approached me kindly, who knows what will happen after he
finds out everything about me.
I
straightened the stiff corners of my mouth and exited the Study Room first. I
could feel Henrietta's presence following hastily.
"You
were the daughter of a landlord. So you are noble."
Judging
from her status from birth, Henrietta was a person of high rank. I didn't know
anything about her, but now she has become my personal maid. And I, who was an
ordinary girl, have now become a Daughter of the Duke.
What
did Henrietta think about this inevitable reality? What was she thinking as she
read the magic book? I know the look in the eyes of someone in love. I know it.
And the look in her eyes when she saw Alexander……
"Yes,
Miss. But my family collapsed long ago. If the previous Duke had not accepted
me, I would have been living the life of a commoner on the streets."
"……Your
life is hard, huh."
I
muttered while listening to her explanation with great interest. I discovered
that Henrietta was looking down on me subconsciously. Yes, I don't think that's
wrong. Even so, she wouldn't say anything to me that would have resolved the
conflict she had with the maids just now.
Suddenly,
I seem to understand why Alexander is annoyed by her presence. While lowering
herself with words, she subtly emphasized that she was on a different level
from ordinary people.
But
that's still not enough to make you hang out with Alexander, right? Alexander
probably won't be happy with you. I recently realized that what the maid named
Cynthia said wasn't completely wrong, I closed my eyes and opened them.
What
else am I talking about? I started speculating and guessing about Henrietta and
Alexander's past that I didn't know about, and I started to get caught up in
that bad feeling.
"It's
getting late. I want to rest, so you can come back. You have to study hard,
right? To beat me…?"
"Mi-Mi-Mi,
Miss! It's…… I."
"I'm
just kidding, so make your expression a bit more relaxed."
"Mi-Miss……!"
The
contemplative Henrietta licked her own lips. Perhaps it was the same as Mother
who was bothered by Baroness Blancier's existence. The thoughts got jumbled and
stretched at will. I walked away from Henrietta who was standing in the hallway
and I walked forward gently.
The
sun was already setting outside, that was because the North had such short
daylight hours. I walked around the corner, looked up at the setting sun, and
walked towards the stairs, and at that moment, it was like fate.
"……Sister?"
When
I saw Alexander emerging from behind his office door, his shocked expression
showed deep awe, and I had to try to calm my racing heart.
I
still don't know how I feel about Alexander. And why, when I saw him, did I
have hope for him?
“……Looks
like, the job is done.”
I
muttered a bit and tried to climb up the stairs. Then, Alexander's face looked
happy when he saw me, and now his face darkened in an instant. What is
Alexander thinking right now?
I
stopped moving because of the pain in my chest. I'm confused. He also looks
confused. We were both confused. We still don't know how we feel about each
other. Even so, we were too aware of each other.
Once
again, I felt the stiff tension running down the back of my neck. I swallowed
my saliva and bit my lip. Alexander's silver-gray eyes sank upon seeing my
lips, I felt an inexplicable tremor, and carefully, I began to climb the stairs
step by step.
Alexander
was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I wonder if we're going to spend
the evening in the Living Room doing nothing?
'I
don't know. But, I want to be near him.'
Hence,
I pretended that I couldn't ignore Alexander's request, and chose to stay here.
Finally, I must confess my greed. I feel a very serious thirst.
Then,
I stuck out my tongue and wet my lower lip. In the end, I will enjoy the
silver-gray eyes that keep looking at me.
——THE
END
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