Chapter 39
Knowing the Confession
January 16, 2021
Seeing the resentful look in his eyes, my past misdeeds dominated my thoughts once again.
âI think I made a lot of mistakes yesterday⊠Iâm sorry.â
After I used the word âmistake,â his expression visibly stiffened. Holding hands, sharing a kiss⊠Honestly, it wasnât a mistake. If I couldnât remember everything, that would have been a lie. Even in the intoxicated haze, the moist warmth of his lips made me intermittently aware that it was Macaron. Even knowing everything, I held him deeply. Macaron accepted me like someone who had been parched for a long time. The problem was that it ended there. We had lost ourselves without doing everything we could⊠That was the true crime. I knew better than anyone what it meant for adult men and womenâcontracted spouses who had never truly desired each otherâto spend the night in the same room. From Macaronâs perspective, such a bewildered expression was understandable. After all, I had brushed it off as a âmistake.â Yet, instead of scolding me, he asked gently:
âDo you remember what happened yesterday?â
I had pretended ignorance all night, and I couldnât confess now. I forced the most innocent expression I could, pretending I remembered nothing.
âIâm sorry. I⊠donât remember.â
After saying that, I felt my face heat up with shamelessness. Macaron looked at me with resignation. An indescribable emotion flickered in his eyes and disappeared. He then turned his gaze to the distant horizon, a hint of melancholy lingering, yet still considerate of me until the end.
âYou donât have to apologize, nothing happened.â
As I looked at Macaronâs nose, sharp and sculpted, my gaze naturally drifted to his lips. Those lips, so alluring and passionate, rekindled the memory of yesterdayâs heat. I wanted to touch them again, yet fear and desire battled within me. That such a mere thing as lips could stir my entire body with heat felt absurd. Each word of his confession had transferred from my brain to my heart. Macaron liked me. He wanted to be with meânot just for a year, but forever. I had vaguely known, but hearing it directly for the first time was different. His first confession laid the invisible before my eyes. The words about wanting to hold me, asking me to show him how, struck my heart hard.
âCan I really stay by his side for a long time?â
âWill my status, my very existence, become an obstacle to his future?â
I could understand this strong heartbeat, this feeling, even though it was my first time experiencing it. In fact, first experiences struck more strongly and entwined me so I couldnât escape. I knew Calypseâs low social rank made a true âmarriageâ with him absurd, not a mere âcontract.â Especially considering the children. Entangling with Macaron wasnât the best choice. Yet, could I not desire to stay by the side of Macaron, who would live as a duke rather than an emperor? His broad back still looked sorrowful, so I silently gazed at it. At that moment, he turned and our eyes met. Feeling as if my thoughts had been discovered, I quickly shifted the topic.
âWhere are the children?â
The question, aimed at changing the subject, sounded surprisingly natural. But perhaps Macaron could see my intentions, because he smiled.
âThey wanted to ride, so I prepared it.â
Following his pointed finger, I saw Kai and Coral on horseback. Watching the children laughing freely, all strange thoughts vanished, and a smile bloomed naturally on my face. Peace settled over my heart like a spring breeze. I let Macaronâs subtle hand-holding slide by unnoticed.
After several laps around the rose garden, Coral, riding a horse for the first time, gradually found her balance. Kai carefully guided his horse, and below, Sir Momont firmly held the reins, contributing greatly. The horseâs slow pace was even slower than walking. Then Coralâs small voice reached Kaiâs back.
âOppa, you got a present from Lea unnie, didnât you?â
âHow did you know?â
Kai looked a little flustered, but thankfully, Coral didnât notice.
âEveryone at the academy knows Lea unnie likes you.â
Sir Momont glanced at Kai, who paused for a moment. With a serious expression, Kai finally spoke:
âAre you jealous now?â
âWhy would I be?â
âDonât worry. Oppa is loyal like a sunflower.â
âOppa, what are you talking about!â
Kaiâs playful smile made Coral pout. Watching the children, Momont thought it was incredible that kids so young could say such things. It was clear the young lady and young master had learned strange things from the prince. Still, Momont couldnât help smiling. After a brief silence, Coral spoke first.
âSo, whatâs the present?â
âI donât know.â
âWhy donât you know?â
âI returned it.â
âWhy would you return a present?â
âIâm not interested in Lea.â
A hush fell. Coral broke the silence.
âThen who are you interested in?â
Kai hesitated, his pupils wandering aimlessly.
âThatâs⊠a secret.â
âOppa, you must be really devoted.â
âWhatâs that?â
âIt means you only like one girl, according to Mom.â
âThen thatâs exactly me, devoted.â
His dreamy gaze into the distance resembled Macaronâs look at Calypse. Momont once had doubts himself:
âCould the young master I brought from the battlefield not be the princeâs son?â
Yet seeing this scene, how could he ever doubt it? Watching Kai grow more and more like Macaron, Momont concluded that young master Kai must be the princeâs son.
After several rounds around the garden, the rich scent of phytoncides filling the air, the childrenâs stomachs reminded me it was time for food. Even with a detailed plan considering the aftermath of yesterday, the household staff-free mansion meant Macaronâs knife skills rang through the kitchen. Though he said he wanted to cook himself, it turned out he was quite skilled. His familiar knife techniques and wrist movements showed mastery even with simple dishes. Seeing his skill brought a strange mix of pride and curiosity.
âWhere would he have learned this?â
With so many chefs in the mansion, he rarely had a chance to cook. Yet he clearly wanted to do it himself. Perhaps⊠it was for his late wife, someone still precious in his memories.
The freshly made toast, with sizzling eggs, ham, and vegetables, looked delicious. I shook off strange thoughts and smiled.
âIâll bring the children.â
Leaving Macaron, who nodded silently, I went down the floor. The cool breeze refreshed me. Outside, the children were dismounting, looking hungry. Sir Momont lifted Coral and set her down gently, while Kai jumped after. Coral, clearly enjoying riding, laughed brightly, and Kaiâs face flushed as he watched her. She noticed me and ran toward me, shouting:
âMom!â
Lately, Coral loved running.
âBe careful, Coral.â
But the words didnât seem to reach her. She ran, arms outstretched, losing her balance.
âCoral!â
She stumbled over a stone and fell. Getting up, she tried to smile, but a faint grimace of pain was visible. Blood seeped from her knee. I ran toward her, but Kai reached her first. Entrusting her to Kai, I quickly went to fetch the first-aid kit. Though a common childhood injury, I worried about scarring.
Yet all the while, Kaiâs hand rested on Coralâs injured knee.
âWouldnât that hurt moreâŠ?â
I approached quickly, and Kai removed his hand as if guilty. ThenâŠ
âWhat?â
The red wound on Coralâs knee had vanished. Kai looked at me stiffly, as if hiding the truth, and Coral proudly said:
âMom, Oppa healed me.â
Her knee looked completely fine. I was stunned. Could I have imagined it? No, I clearly saw the bright red blood. How could it vanish, especially after scraping against the hard sandy ground?
âWhat on earthâŠâ
It was unbelievable.
âOppa, youâre amazing!â
ââŠ.â
âI touched it and then let go, and it was fine, right, Oppa?â
Watching Coral imitate the earlier scene, I became even more stunned.
âCould it be⊠Kai has healing abilities?â
Divine power was a rare talent, found only in the Holy Kingdom of Halatis, passed down through royalty or special nobility.
âThen Kaiâs motherâŠâ
Since he had been moved to the Holy Kingdom, it made sense. My suspicions were confirmed, leaving me uneasy.
âWhat kind of person is Kaiâs mother?â
The question lingered in my mind, unanswered.






