âName.â
âItâz Zecha!â
Chesha added quickly.
âZecha Basilian.â
Hilon, who sat down across the table, said coldly.
âIf there is compulsion, say it.â
â⌠Puppy?â
âI am talking about attending the Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting. I can help you.â
âAm fine!â
As she pretended not to understand, he was silent for a moment.
Instead, he carefully looked into Cheshaâs eyes.
It was the gaze looking for traces of hidden magic.
Their eyes met for a long time.
Is it because she hasnât seen him in a long time?
It tickled her stomach to see that she was receiving straight eyes.
Chesha struggled to maintain her innocent baby expression.
She was nervous because she didnât know what else Hilon would ask.
Of course, on the outside, she was only making a calm, wide-eyed expression.
Hilon, who had been looking at Chesha for a while, suddenly asked a question.
âDo you know the witch fairy Richesia?â
âI do, donzât know.â
It felt like a dagger stabbing her heart.
A cold sweat broke out.
Her nervous heart made her already short tongue even shorter.
âI waznât bonn long ago. I donâz knuw anyfing.â
Chesha shook her hands wildly and desperately emphasized that she was a two-year-old baby.
After speaking, it sounded like the words were not from a 2 year old, but from a person with a second life, but fortunately, Cheshaâs argument was accepted.
It was also thanks to Hilon, who realized that there would be no use in trying to earnestly press against a young baby.
Hilon let out a low breath and covered his eyes with his hand.
After a while, he wiped his face as if he was tired.
A thin crack like a spiderâs web was drawn on his cold, expressionless face, as if he wouldnât bleed even if he was stabbed.
Why?
Hilon looked distressed.
It was a man she had known for a long time.
When Chesha ran out of the orphanage, Hilon entered the temple and became an apprentice knight.
The relationship that started at a time when each otherâs lives were turbulent has continued to this day.
It was a relationship that canât be said to be good even with empty words, howeverâŚ.
There was something about Hilon and Chesha that was hard to put into words.
Chesha didnât want him to die.
If Hilon was to die, she assumed that he should at least die by her own hand.
She thought it would be the same for Hilon.
âAre you lonely without me?â
Chesha watched him from time to time.
A hand clad in a leather glove slowly caressed the bracelet on his wrist.
It seemed as if white chains would sprout from all directions at any moment.
The hallucination of chains snapping faintly lingered in her ears.
Suddenly, memories from the past came to mind.
âName.â
She was interrogated by him while being bound by a pure white chain and floating in the air like a stuffed butterfly.
âTell me your name, witch fairy.â
Hilon, who ordered strictly, was mean, so she smiled brightly on purpose.
âYou already know, my name.â
âAnswer only the questions.â
The blue eyes did not cause even the slightest agitation.
An emotionless voice repeated the same words dryly.
âName.â
Maybe that was it.
That caused Chesha to be grumpy.
Chesha, who had escaped the Chain of Doom, paid him back in the same way.
She dug a trap to lure him in, and succeeded in tying Hilon with thorn bushes and floating him in the air.
She burst into laughter because he liked the look of the Holy Knight entangled in flowers and thornsâŚ.
âKill me.â
As soon as he was caught, without a momentâs hesitation he told her to kill him, she hated that, so she decided to torture him.
âHow can I? You saved me.â
ââŚ.â
Hilonâs eyes narrowed slightly when she mentioned the beginning of the tangled relationship.
It was as if he was regretting his actions.
She didnât care if he regretted his past or not.
The only thing that matters is the present.
Chesha said, removing the butterflies flying around her with a graceful gesture.
âIâll also save you once. But you should know too.â
She stared at the prey who was captured with red eyes full of light.
âOur lives are more expensive than then.â
She gently placed her hand on Hilonâs cheek.
As she lightly scratched his skin with her fingernails, his well-groomed eyes twisted even more.
âItâs more of a loss for me to save you now than when you saved me in the past.â
Hilon looked down at her hand for a moment, then raised his gaze again and met Cheshaâs eyes.
A cold voice opened.
âWhat do you wantâŚ.â
Hilonâs words stopped suddenly.
Chesha lowered her eyes slightly and brought her face closer to him.
ââŚ!â
He opened his eyes
Soon, tightly bound hands gripped the thorn bush.
Even as the blood flowed, she did not loosen his hands.
His clenched fist trembled.
At the end of a short but deep contact, the skin they had been touching fell off.
Blue eyes mingled with anger and shame glared at Chesha.
It was very pleasant to see the shattered and shaken eyes.
He was so angry that even his eyes were red, and she watched him happily, licking her lips.
âSo, itâs okay to kiss for the price of your life, right?â
At that time, she was almost destroyed by Hilon, who was angry to the end.
After grabbing a thorn bush with incredible strength, he chased Chesha for three days and nights.
It was a fun memory.
âBut now itâs no funâŚ.â
Chesha sighed, regretting the atrocities she had committed in the past.
If she had bothered Hilon a little less, she wouldnât have been this nervous.
She was worried that she might get caught along with the County of Basillian.
âNo, if you think about it, that place was a mess too.â
They werenât getting caught up in it, they were already plotting something that would turn the eyes of the Heresy IInquisitors.
Because Kiern wants to bring the dead back to life.
It was when Chesha was thinking about this and that.
Hilon made a sound that turned Cheshaâs inside.
âDo you remember the mother who gave birth to you?â
âHuh?â
âDidnât your birth mother have dazzling golden hair and red eyes?â
ââŚHuuh?â
Hilon made a crazy noise with serious eyes.
âHave you ever seen a butterfly or a flower, or you smelled the scent of a flower on your body, or whatever you like about your birth mother, so tell me what comes to mind.â
Wa, wait a minute. Wait.
This is now, no way, Hilon.
I, that witch fairy RichesiaâŚ.
Do you think I gave birth to a child and left it in an orphanage?
âYou think Iâm Richesiaâs daughter!â
It was a truly terrifying imagination.
In all honesty, the witch fairy Richesia didnât even have time to get pregnant.
While taking care of Hata, she is busy running away from time to time. When will she have the time to love someone comfortably?
But now Hilon seemed to be imagining that nonsense.
She got very little understanding.
Richesiaâs whereabouts are unclear, but a baby that looks just like her suddenly appears in front of his eyes.
âNo! I donât understand!â
Chesha hoped Hilon would stop having crazy fantasies.
It was a time when she was tormented by the urge to pull out his silver hair.
âIf not.â
A hand in a black glove unbuttoned the stiff neck collar.
Chesha opened her mouth.
Hilon pulled the buttons on his uniform one after another.
The small flap buttons on the black jacket underneath were also undone without hesitation.
Chesa slowly pulled her body back.
Clinging to the back of the sofa, âWhatâs wrong with that brat? Is he crazy?â with eyes that say so, Hilon didnât care.
Then the flesh hidden under the uniform, showed.
Unbuttoning the buttons to reveal half of his chest, he grabbed the collar and pulled it aside.
A straight collar bone was exposed.
âHuaah!â
Chesha covered her eyes with both hands.
Of course, it wasnât completely covered, the fingers were spaced apart.
The red flower pattern painted on the collarbone was clear under the midday sunlight.
Even while committing crazy things in broad daylight, Hilon asked in a calm voice.
âHave you seen this pattern?â
Of course she has seen it.
Because itâs a mark Chesha carved on him.
She couldnât decide for a moment how to react.
It was a time when she was surprised and only moved her lips like a fish.
With a click, the door opened without knocking.
â⌠This.â
A man in a sleek suit said with a laughing voice.
âI donât know how to react.â
Chesha and Hilon looked back toward the door at the same time.
Crunch, Kiern pulled out the candlestick from the wall.
He swung the candlestick and laughed.
âDo you want to die, Sir Hilon?â






