The Tragedy of The Villainess

you see how I feel?” (Lesche)

“…….”

“…Seria, stop crying.” (Lesche)

Seria couldn't stop her tears and Lesche panicked.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
The soft surface with body heat clinging to it reached her skin.
She couldn't understand why her body was so warm when it should have been her face that was hot because of the fever.

“…I'm always anxious.” (Seria)

Lesche’s hand, which was wiping Seria’s cheek, came to a halt.

“So…
If I were in your shoes, I would have been nervous too.” (Seria)

“…….”

There was no reply from Lesche.
The slow pace with which he wiped her cheek didn't last long.
Lesche dropped the handkerchief on the floor.
Then he hugged Seria tightly.
He hugged her tightly, as if it didn't matter at all that his clothes got wet.

“There is an end to the prophecy, isn't there, Seria?” (Lesche)

“…There is.” (Seria)

The ending was Lina and Lesche’s wedding.

“It’s a relief if there is an end.”(Lesche)

Lesche sighed lowly.

“When it passes, you won't be so anxious.” (Lesche)

When Seria couldn't answer, Lesche frowned and added.

“Let's correct it, Seria.
It's no use being anxious.
Because I have no intention of breaking my marriage pledge.”

“…….”

Of course, Seria knew well that Lesche was very conservative in marriage pledges.
She knew it well….

After saying it in a tone that even sounded coercive, the hand that stroked down her back was cautious.
A soothing touch.
Seria felt strange.
She wanted to ask something.
After getting out of Lesche’s arms, Seria looked at him and asked.

“Lesche.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

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“……?”

Lesche looked at Seria with a wonder in his eyes.

“Because I like you.” (Lesche)

Seria’s heart skipped a beat at that moment.
Her chest was throbbing fast.
She looked up at Lesche in a daze, then lowered her gaze.

‘When I hold my emotions in check, they bloom on the other side, and when I hurriedly push that side, they teasingly bloom again on all sides.
….’

‘The reason my cheeks are hot is probably because I'm still flushed with fever.’

“I like you too.” (Seria)

Lesche blinked slowly.
Seria didn't have time to figure out what expression he had on his face, because he suddenly covered Seria’s eyes.
Seria rushed to grab Lesche’s hand and tried to pull it down.
But he didn't move a muscle, as if he had steel on his hands.

“Lesche? What's wrong? What is it?”

“…Let's just stay like this for a while.”

“What?”

Eventually Seria sat still, dumbfounded.
She could hear Lesche mumbling to himself, but she really didn’t know why.
What was the reason for the sudden blindfold? Was there a dead body here?

But this was a bedroom, and behind was a wall, so there couldn’t be a dead body in the bed….
‘What is it?’

Just in case, Seria slightly moved her knee to Lesche’s solid thigh.
Right away, Lesche asked in a surprise voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Just….”

Seria cleared her throat and said.

“I thought you were…”

Lesche, who was staring at Seria dumbfoundedly, chuckled.

“Then why are you covering my eyes?” (Seria)

“…Just.” (Lesche)

As Seria talked, she started to feel embarrassed.
She was disgusted with herself for suddenly checking Lesche’s manhood with tears streaming down her face.
It was a perfect example of what happens when you get carried away by the heat.
‘Has my brain been immersed in divine power? How could I act without thinking?’

“Even if I am hurt because of the divine power.
I still have a fever.
A person does things in vain….”

“Seria.”

“……
yes?”

‘This is the man who notices me like a ghost when I'm shy or embarrassed.’

“Seria, I have no intention of covering your eyes.
It’s because your eyes were on the bed.”

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“Ah!”

Seria screamed out and covered her mouth.
‘How in the world can a man named Grand Duke Berg speak ill of me whenever he has time? Do you think I'm staying still because I'm bad at it?’

Then she suddenly noticed that Lesche’s cheeks were warmer than usual.
That was strange.
Her hands were probably hot from the fever right now…
but if she felt the warmth from him, it meant Lesche was in a desired state.

“…Lesche, are you…? (Seria)

“It’s your fever.” (Lesche)

“Your face is warm.” (Seria)

Lesche chuckled and finally dropped the hand that was covering Seria’s eyes.
Finally finding the light, Seria looked at Lesche’s face and tilted her chin slightly.

“Your face seems to be red.” (Seria)

“It's hot in the bedroom.
You must be in pain.” (Lesche)

Lesche answered simply and stood up with Seria in his arms.
It was amazing.
Seria wondered how tightly knit his muscles were, how he could get up so lightly, holding her in such a position.

“You must sleep, Seria.”

“You should sleep with me.”

“Shall we?”

Lesche gently set Seria down on the bed and then stepped over to change.
The gown was always new and up on the table near the bed every day, so Lesche changed it right then and there, without leaving the room.
His shirt fell to the ground.
His muscular back moved as he put on his gown.

“I've been waiting for a few days, so I'll have to put up with it for another day.” (Lesche)

“'…It’s not that long.” (Seria)

“No?” (Lesche)

“No.” (Seria)

Lesche turned to Seria and smiled softly.

“I hope you get a good night's sleep today.” (Lesche)

‘Does that mean he won't let me sleep tomorrow?’

Seria asked because she was curious while trying to cover herself with the blanket.

“How long have you been awake?” (Seria)

“The whole time you were unconscious.” (Lesche)

“…How long have I been unconscious?” (Seria)

Lesche didn’t answer the question.
Whether he knew she was her curious mind or not, he changed completely into his gown and lay down beside her.
Lesche hugged Seria and whispered,

“Ask your knight tomorrow.
Now, go to sleep.”