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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1. Kill The Empress
  • 2. Chapter 2. Tanatos’s Cripple Empress
  • 3. Chapter 3. She's Really Here
  • 4. Chapter 4. The Empress Is Going To Die
  • 5. Chapter 5. How Did This Happen?
  • 6. Chapter 6. Swallowing Eyes
  • 7. Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti
  • 8. Chapter 8. The Crying Sound
  • 9. Chapter 9. Are You Throwing Yourself Away?
  • 10. Chapter 10. Why Did This Woman...?
  • 11. Chapter 11. Then Bite If Off And Kill Me
  • 12. Chapter 12. Ability To Save
  • 13. Chapter 13. The Shadow She Left Behind
  • 14. Chapter 14. Into His Realm
  • 15. Chapter 15. Tamon's Purpose
  • 16. Chapter 16. This Damn Woman!
  • 17. Chapter 17. I've Never Hated You
  • 18. Chapter 18. How About Love?
  • 19. Chapter 19. A Night Walk
  • 20. Chapter 20. How Do You Want To Die
  • 21. Chapter 21. Ronasso's Anxiety
  • 22. Chapter 22. How To Let Go Of Sadness
  • 23. Chapter 23. Lersha Resha
  • 24. Chapter 24. It’s Not Ugly
  • 25. Chapter 25. Where Is The Empress's Treasure?
  • 26. Chapter 26. The Reason For Death
  • 27. Chapter 27. The Consolation Of The Unashamed
  • 28. Chapter 28. A New Name
  • 29. Chapter 29. A Small Change
  • 30. Chapter 30. Out Of Control
  • 31. Chapter 31. There's Always Trouble
  • 32. Chapter 32. Dazzling Silver Hair And Purple Crystal Eyes
  • 33. Chapter 33. My Silver Fox
  • 34. Chapter 34. Is It Okay To Eat This Poisonous Plant?
  • 35. Chapter 35. Don't Be Weak
  • 36. Chapter 36. Don’t Leave Me
  • 37. Chapter 37. An Unfamiliar Peace
  • 38. Chapter 38. Warmth Of The Palm
  • 39. Chapter 39. Give Me Your Right Foot
  • 40. Chapter 40. That’s Right
  • 41. Chapter 41. The Bride's Scream
  • 42. Chapter 42. You Are Like A Gift
  • 43. Chapter 43. Ensemble Drink
  • 44. Chapter 44. I Think It’s Her
  • 45. Chapter 45. Exactly One Month
  • 46. Chapter 46. I’m Disappointed
  • 47. Chapter 47. She Doesn’t Know
  • 48. Chapter 48. To The Lady Of The Pink Rose Forest
  • 49. Chapter 49. Red Stigma On The Chest
  • 50. Chapter 50. That Person Will Come
  • 51. Chapter 51. Smile Next Time
  • 52. Chapter 52. I’m The Owner Of That Leg
  • 53. Chapter 53. The Twins’ Dream
  • 54. Chapter 54. Karen Turasia
  • 55. Chapter 55. Red Passion In The Desert
  • 56. Chapter 56. Cassion Krasis
  • 57. Chapter 57. Brothers
  • 58. Chapter 58. He Did Not Know How To Be Patient
  • 59. Chapter 59. An Unpleasant Visitor
  • 60. Chapter 60. My Brother's Mistress
  • 61. Chapter 61. Tomorrow, Lunch, Together
  • 62. Chapter 62. Roselyn's Anger
  • 63. Chapter 63. Red-eyed Savior
  • 64. Chapter 64. He’s Back
  • 65. Chapter 65. Bloody Master
  • 66. Chapter 66. Welcome Back
  • 67. Chapter 67. I Missed You
  • 68. Chapter 68. Thank You For Staying Alive
  • 69. Chapter 69. It's All Coming Together
  • 70. Chapter 70. Hope That Shine At The End Of Despair
  • 71. Chapter 71. A Mean Woman
  • 72. Chapter 72. Ronasso's Adversity
  • 73. Chapter 73. Preparation To Go Out
  • 74. Chapter 74. Each Person's Heart Flows Differently
  • 75. Chapter 75. Smile, Rosie
  • 76. Chapter 76. Do You Want Me To Show You My Specialty?
  • 77. Chapter 77. Aim And Shoot
  • 78. Chapter 78. The Gap
  • 79. Chapter 79. Arrows That Burn Flesh
  • 80. Chapter 80. I’ll Bring You The Proof
  • 81. Chapter 81. Even If I Die Like This
  • 82. Chapter 82. The Reason She Was Confident In Winning
  • 83. Chapter 83. An Unexpected Guest
  • 84. Chapter 84. Love That Couldn't Overcome Hatred
  • 85. Chapter 85. Aranrosia
  • 86. Chapter 86. The Rightful Owner
  • 87. Chapter 87. Can I Trust You?
  • 88. Chapter 88. A Blind Man
  • 89. Chapter 89. The Wind Lantern Ceremony
  • 90. Chapter 90. If You're There, Come Out
  • 91. Chapter 91. Similar
  • 92. Chapter 92. Ignorance Is Bravery
  • 93. Chapter 93. I Can Tell You
  • 94. Chapter 94. Hartz’s Conditions
  • 95. Chapter 95. If You Kiss Me
  • 96. Chapter 96. Change
  • 97. Chapter 97. Anna
  • 98. Chapter 98. I’ll Have To Remove It
  • 99. Chapter 99. The Prophet's Gamble
  • 100. Chapter 100. Because He's So Good At It
  • 101. Chapter 101. A Mysterious Trend
  • 102. Chapter 102. The Conditions Of The Gift
  • 103. Chapter 103. The Tips Of His Ears
  • 104. Chapter 104. The Meaning Of Yellow Lily
  • 105. Chapter 105. God, Please Take Care Of Them
  • 106. Chapter 106. I'd Like To Meet Him
  • 107. Chapter 107. It’s Beautiful
  • 108. Chapter 108. What Do You Want Me To Do?
  • 109. Chapter 109. There's Only Two Of Us
  • 110. Chapter 110. Even If It Hurts A Little, It Will Last A Long Time
  • 111. Chapter 111. Does This Make Sense?
  • 112. Chapter 112. With Both Feet
  • 113. Chapter 113. Instinct
  • 114. Chapter 114. Did It Happen?
  • 115. Chapter 115. One Step, Two Steps
  • 116. Chapter 116. A Familiar Voice
  • 117. Chapter 117. I See The Glory Of Winter
  • 118. Chapter 118. That's Why It's Not Me
  • 119. Chapter 119. . It Was A Flash
  • 120. Chapter 120. When The Revenge Is Over
  • 121. Chapter 121. What Will He Get?
  • 122. Chapter 122. What Is Your Name?
  • 123. Chapter 123. Sweet
  • 124. Chapter 124. Black Canyon (1)
  • 125. Chapter 125. Black Canyon (2)
  • 126. Chapter 126. A Twisted Doubt
  • 127. Chapter 127. You Have To Save It
  • 128. Chapter 128. The Secret Of The Silver Horned Deer
  • 129. Chapter 129. His Sincerity
  • 130. Chapter 130. Into The Black Fog
  • 131. Chapter 131. Breaking In
  • 132. Chapter 132. Tell Me, Asha
  • 133. Chapter 133. Warmth
  • 134. Chapter 134. Evidence Of Longing
  • 135. Chapter 135. Under The Wheels
  • 136. Chapter 136. Natasha's Crime
  • 137. Chapter 137. Who Left The Flowers?
  • 138. Chapter 138. He Who Sees The Will Of God
  • 139. Chapter 139. Winter Can't Beat The Pines
  • 140. Chapter 140. Let’s Go There Together
  • 141. Chapter 141. Betrayal
  • 142. Chapter 142. A Vanished Home
  • 143. Chapter 143. Finally, At The Imperial Palace
  • 144. Chapter 144. Remove It
  • 145. Chapter 145. Your Worst Nightmare
  • 146. Chapter 146. July 16th
  • 147. Chapter 147. Pretend You Don’t See It. Pretend You Don’t Know It
  • 148. Chapter 148. Take The Child To His Mother
  • 149. Chapter 149. A Crack
  • 150. Chapter 150. Song Of The Fall
  • 151. Chapter 151. Anna’s Situation
  • 152. Chapter 152. Perso’s Anguish
  • 153. Chapter 153. A Suspicious Maid
  • 154. Chapter 154. Whose Baby Is It?
  • 155. Chapter 155. This Is My Answer
  • 156. Chapter 156. The Wild Dog Outside The Fence
  • 157. Chapter 157. The Main Characters
  • 158. Chapter 158. That Day
  • 159. Chapter 159. Let Me Tell You A Secret
  • 160. Chapter 160. Run Away
  • 161. Chapter 161. The Hunt Begins
  • 162. Chapter 162. To The Hell I Got Out Of
  • 163. Chapter 163. Let's Watch
  • 164. Chapter 164. The Crazy Emperor
  • 165. Chapter 165. Rampage
  • 166. Chapter 166. Clash Of Life And Death
  • 167. Chapter 167. Collect
  • 168. Chapter 168. The Banquet Is Over
  • 169. Chapter 169. A World Without The Power Of God
  • 170. Chapter 170. Thorny Hedge
  • 171. Chapter 171. It Was The Night When Winter Ended
  • 172. Chapter 172. Side Story 1 - The World Has Been Turned Upside Down
  • 173. Chapter 173. Side Story 2 - Death In The Dark
  • 174. Chapter 174. Side Story 3 - Monstein
  • 175. Chapter 175. Side Story 4. Tamon's Happiness
  • 176. Chapter 176. Side Story 5. Very Sweet And Tender
  • 177. Chapter 177. Side Story 6. Methods Of Persuasion
  • 178. Chapter 178. Side Story 7. A Night Full Of Peach Scent
  • 179. Chapter 179. Side Story 8. Desired Asha
  • 180. Chapter 180. Side Story 9. Unexpected Fit
  • 181. Chapter 181. Side Story 10. Return
  • 182. Chapter 182. Side Story 11. All Is Well
  • 183. Chapter 183. Side Story 12. Amazing News
  • 184. Chapter 184. Side Story 13. A Very Cute Dream
  • 185. Chapter 185. Side Story 14. What Kind Of Bullsh*t Is This?
  • 186. Chapter 186. Side Story 15. What Will Turn The World Upside Down
  • 187. Chapter 187. Side Story 16. Suspicious Meeting
  • 188. Chapter 188. Side Story 17. Find Me
  • 189. Chapter 189. Side Story 18. You Just Have To Enjoy It
  • 190. Chapter 190. Side Story 19. Time To Become A Family
  • 191. Chapter 191. Side Story 20. Omen
  • 192. Chapter 192. Side Story 21. Became A Family (End)

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

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Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 3. She's really here

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

***

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

***

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

***

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 8. The crying sound

***

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

***

Sponsored by RoxyPeony 💖 (4/4)

****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 12. Ability to save

***

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****

 

Tamon stared at him, his face scrunched up.

 

While he was gone, he heard that Cassion had broken into Asha’s   room.

 

Dark hair, pale skin, at first glance he looked just like him….

 

Although Cassion was smaller, anyone could tell that Tamon and Cassion were brothers.

 

But how could a brother who claimed to share blood with each other deceive him with such an innocent face?

 

Was it an ulterior motive to claim that the woman Tamon had risked his life to bring here was also in the mansion, and that she might have been his?

 

Tamon felt a surge of anger, but he held back once. 

 

He was a weak and clumsy Cassion.

 

He was the legitimate son of Krasis who was loved by everyone.

 

Fortunately, Roselyn handled him properly, so Tamon let it go.

 

It was not enough to tremble with anger because he knew that Cassion did not break in with a wild mind to do something about Roselyn.

 

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to see more of Cassion.

 

Tamon looked at his half-brother, who stood in front of him with deliberately calm eyes.

 

“Don’t you understand why you’re not leaving, Cassion?”

 

Cassion’s face flushed red from the obvious order for him to leave.

 

“….. This is my mansion as well!”

 

“But you are not the master. And you have been rude to your host.” 

 

“Brother!”

 

Cassion exclaimed with an expression of being unfair.

 

“Krasis was mine to begin with, and shouldn’t what brother enjoys have been mine to begin with as well? But how can you say that to me?”

 

Cassion shouted in frustration.

 

Like a child, his eyes shook with tears.

 

‘I’m sick of this.’

 

“This is originally mine!”

 

With that word, Cassion pressed Tamon every time.

 

But that didn’t mean that Cassion wanted Krasis back.

 

It was just that this family was originally his, so he pushed through his infantile idea of giving him a better treatment for his concessions. 

 

Tamon pointed to the luxury shoes that Cassion was wearing.

 

“I’ll ask, Cassion. Who is the original owner of the shoes you are wearing?”

 

“They are originally mine……..”

 

“No, according to your logic, the original owner of that shoe belongs to the shoemaker who made it. The same goes for the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

 

“…!”

 

“I ask again. “Do you think this Krasis originally belonged to your parents?”

 

“….”

 

“Father said that his uncle died and he had no choice but to inherit the family line. Did this family originally belong to the uncle?”

 

“Oh, that’s too much!”

 

“That’s right. You’re right, it is impossible. You’re forcing me to do it now.”

 

Tamon stared at Cassion with cold eyes. His face, without a smile, was like a cold stone statue.

 

“Cassion. I am not generous to those who originally wanted what was mine. But since you are my only blood brother, I have shown you mercy once.”

 

His voice was as gentle and calm as it had always been.

 

“If you were not my father’s son, perhaps I would have pulled out your eyes, cut your tongue, cut off your ankles and left you somewhere by the sea.”

 

But the words he spat out became a sharp sword, gouging at Cassion’s chest.

 

“…It won’t happen again, Cassion. Your mother and father have asked me to take care of you, and I will do so until today.”

 

Tamon walked past Cassion and got into the carriage.

 

Asrell, who had been watching them in the distance, tugged on Cassion’s wrist, who was shivering with a pale, weary face.

 

“I’ll give you some warm cocoa. Come this way, young master.” 

 

“Asrell…”

 

Cassion’s lips were tightly pressed together and his bright red eyes shook as he didn’t know what to do.

 

Asrell tugged on Cassion’s hand again without saying a word.

 

As a lowly servant, how could she be involved in the quarrel of the owners?

 

However, it was Cassion’s desire for anything that belonged to his brother.

 

Tamon’s heart couldn’t abandon him even though he ignored him.

 

Asrell, who has been watching over them since they were born, was sad because she knew what they were thinking.

 

 

“We’re brothers, but why don’t I have anything? I want to be just like my brother.” (Cassion)

 

“There’s nothing really mine in this mansion, Asrell. So someday….I’d like to have at least one that’s completely mine.”

 

Each of the brothers’ voices grazed Asrell’s ears.

 

Their hearts were similar to each other in a way, hating but not hating, craving but not craving.

 

“Let’s go, Master Cassion. Come on.”

 

Cassion stared in the direction of Tamon’s disappearance in the carriage for a long time and trudged his feet as Asrell led him with his big shoulders drooping.

 

****

 

Roselyn rode out in the carriage with the twins.

 

Then, on the way, they changed once more to another carriage before entering the inner castle square where the festival was being held.

 

“Wow!”

 

It was a spectacular sight to behold.

 

People of all nationalities and races had gathered there. The large square was full of energy and vitality.

 

The streets were cleared for the festival, and all the merchants who had been waiting for this one day of the year jumped out to show off their wares.

 

It was hard to find someone who wasn’t smiling, and the scene was very busy.

 

“On the first day, there was a torch ceremony hosted by the temple, followed by two days of square parties. Then on the fourth day, they show a play or opera, but I don’t know what they will do this year yet. The wind lanterns will be on last night.”

 

The twins gave her a detailed schedule of the festival.

 

It was a great schedule, but Roselyn was not sure she could enjoy the festival for all five days.

 

She glanced at the sky.

 

It was not yet dark, but in a few moments the sunset would turn red.

 

What would the scene be like then?

 

It shouldn’t, but it was somewhat relaxing to see the peaceful festive scene.

 

She had to move as soon as possible to go help the Prophet…. 

 

But it was okay to enjoy this unfamiliar festival for at least one day.

 

Roselyn smiled softly as she felt the refreshing Amor breeze coming in through the carriage window, and then the carriage stopped.

 

Knock knock. The door opened with the sound of knocking.

 

As if he had been waiting for her, Tamon smiled as soon as he saw Roselyn.

 

Tamon’s red eyes, known as the “devil’s eyes,” blazed gently at her, just like the setting sun at dusk.

 

“Just in time.”

 

Roselyn stared at Tamon as he held the carriage door open and offered his hand to her.

 

He stood there, too, dressed in a strange outfit as she did.

 

His hand stuck out like a petal dancing in the wind.

 

She didn’t know why, but the air at this moment was strangely itchy as she tried to hold his hand.

 

“Lady Asha?”

 

Tasha called her softly, as if wondering why she wasn’t getting off the carriage.

 

Roselyn stopped hesitating and placed her hand on Tamon’s, which was still waiting for her in the air.

 

The warmth of his overlapping hands didn’t feel as strange as it did before.

 

****

 

Boom!

 

When the drums sounded, a dance troupe of a dozen or so people came flying out.

 

It didn’t matter if they were male or female, they wore similar clothes, but strangely enough, the clothes couldn’t compartmentalize gender. Amor’s costume, which was very revealing due to the heat. The thin fabric was transparent, but they even showed their arms and legs.

 

Boom!

 

The drums sounded again, and this time the sound of flutes spread.

 

Then, one tempo slower, the melody of the harp gently enveloped the air.

 

Thump-thump-thump…

 

Before she knew it, the number of dancers had grown to more than twenty, and they danced in groups to the music. The exotic costumes spread like flower petals as the dancers moved, and then repeated again and again.

 

Each time the dancers did this, the people who were watching them shouted in admiration.

 

The dance is called ‘flower radish’,  and every year there is a different flower of the year in Amor, and they often make the costumes to match the different flowers each year. 

 

Tamon explained in a low voice.

 

The low-pitched voice ringing in her ears was itchy, so she shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

 

As if he had noticed the small movement, Tamon laughed.

 

She glanced at him and saw that Tamon was looking right at her with an expressionless face, as if to say, “When did I ever do that?”

 

‘I hate him.’

 

Roselyn shook her head and couldn’t help but look at him again.

 

He was unfamiliar to her in his exotic formal attire.

 

And it was strange to see herself dressed as unfamiliar as Tamon.

 

Standing side by side like this, it was as if neither of them were Amor’s Tamon, nor Roselyn of Tanatos.

 

They looked like a couple of tourists who had come from afar looking for an unfamiliar and exciting place to travel, unaware of what was going on and just enjoying the moment.

 

Clothing had such a strange power.

 

Wearing it like that made her feel like she really was one of those people.

 

The unfamiliar air, the mood and the scenery brought her a step closer to the ground.

 

It was strange to feel completely different without doing anything.

 

Roselyn inhaled deeply until her chest full. She wanted to keep the air of this moment deep in her soul. 

 

At that moment, a large, strong force intertwined her fingers that hung without effort.

 

 “…Because I can’t lose my precious engraver.”

 

Tamon murmured in an indifferent voice, keeping his gaze fixed on the front.

Chapter 13. The shadow she left behind