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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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Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

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Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 3. She's really here

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

 

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Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

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Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 8. The crying sound

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

 

***

Sponsored by Mar 💖 (¼)

***

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage Roselyn and Tamon were riding in smoothly crossed the royal gardens.

 

The rest of the evening passed like a storm before their shaky vision.

 

The festival was full of excitement, the monsters poured out from the gap, the burning square and the meeting with King Amor.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this chaotic.’

 

Roselyn swallowed a sigh and looked out the window.

 

The morning sun rays streamed smoothly in through the carriage window. 

 

The marvelous blue recording that was always visible in her tired eyes swayed as it reflected the sunlight.

 

The green seemed to have a mystical power. Her tired mind softened even more when she looked at the scenery.

 

The gardeners, who had come out to sort out the weeds and leaves that had grown so quickly overnight, politely took off their hats to greet the carriage as it passed.

 

Their appearance reminded Roselyn of Tanatos one day.

 

Most people didn’t have gardens there because of the snow and wind, but the garden was renovated for a short time during the months of June and July.

 

It was a vivid reminder of the Imperial Palace garden that she had grown tired of seeing over the years, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

 

It even felt alien, as if someone else’s memories had been planted in it.

 

It was as if Roselyn had really died in Tanatos.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Tamon tapped briefly on the window, calling her to him as she was deep in thoughts.

 

She stared at him as if to ask why, and a large, firm hand was held out to her.

 

“Your hand, give it to me.” (Tamon)

 

The large, strong hand held out toward her.

 

Now it seemed that Tamon always reached out to her like this. First she refused, then she hesitated, but now….

 

‘From now on, I won’t hesitate to catch it.’

 

Staring at Tamon’s hand, Roselyn placed her hand on his big hand.

 

Tamon, who was gazing at Roselyn’s hand for a while, mumbled something that sounded like a sigh.

 

“It’s awful.” (Tamon)

 

He grabbed her ruined hand with both of his hands.

 

“Didn’t it hurt?”  (Tamon)

 

“…… It hurt.” (Roselyn)

 

“But why didn’t you let me know that it hurt?” (Tamon)

 

He frowned and kissed her fingers gently.

 

Her hand was stained with blood, burn, and ash.

 

He did not hesitate to take such a hand, which was not very clean or pretty, to his lips.

 

The dampness and softness tickled her sensitive fingertips.

 

All the while, a dull ache spiked in front of her lips, probably because of the tension.

 

It was painful.

 

‘Why didn’t I feel it earlier?’

 

“Nothing will change even if I make it obvious.” (Roselyn)

 

“Why not? I would have known sooner.” (Tamon)

 

His saliva soaked into her red fingers.

 

Her hand, which was recovering slowly, healed in an instant at the time his saliva touched.

 

It was always a strange and marvelous sight.

 

“Come to think of it, it seems that even if I am your engraver, I will never have the ability to fully recover like you do.”  (Roselyn)

 

“Well, that’s right. But I can pour my life force infinitely only into you. If your heart doesn’t stop, you will be saved.” (Tamon)

 

‘That is if my heart doesn’t stop……..’

 

‘Then when I run away from him, it seems like I have to find a way to quickly and completely stop my heart.’ 

 

(*don’t think it like that, Roselyn)

 

Throb.

 

Throb.

 

Also, thinking of death, his name engraved near her heart provoked a sharp pain.

 

Roselyn glanced at Tamon, then quickly dropped her gaze.

 

‘I can’t make it obvious.’

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and stilled the pain.

 

In hindsight, she thought she understood the reason for this pain.

 

The engraving was to deny her ‘death’.

 

Roselyn cynically ignored the pain.

 

One life was enough that even her death could not be done at will.

 

Even if it was a divine ability, she didn’t want to let him wield it.

 

‘I will not forget. Never.’

 

‘I will never forget how I survived and how I let all those people die.’

 

Her chest tightened, burning like a chain tied to her heart.

 

The guilt she felt for them only grew heavier by the day, even the landscape of Tanatos blurred.

 

“Again, that face.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon glanced at Roselyn, who was looking down, and clicked his tongue.

 

He had kissed all ten of her fingers, not just the five that had been burned, and swept the corners of her eyes.

 

“You’ve got eyes that look elsewhere.” (Tamon)

 

“I’m just a little dazed.” (Roselyn)

 

Pulling out her soft fingers, she turned her face away.

 

His fingers touched the tip of his tongue were tickled.

 

‘By the way, didn’t he also get hurt?’

 

Roselyn turned back to look at Tamon. She couldn’t assess his injury because of the new shirt he changed into.

 

“Didn’t you get hurt too?” (Roselyn)

 

It was then that Tamon finally remembered and glanced down at his chest.

 

“Well….I’m almost healed.” (Tamon)

 

That couldn’t have happened.

 

The Jagma’s claws had a powerful poison in them. It was a poison that could not even be detoxified by common antidote herbs.

 

Roselyn also remembered his slow recovery from the herpes poisoning he had come across when Tamon went to save Arsene.

 

Roselyn approached him a little closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” (Tamon)

 

“I thought you had to engrave in order to heal wounds like this.”(Roselyn)

 

 

“…”

 

“Let me see your wound.” (Roselyn)

 

Tap tap tap.

 

Whenever the button was undone, the strange silence subsided.

 

The reddish-black claw marks of the monster were clearly visible through the slowly opening shirt.

 

Thick, deep scratches with bubbles on top.

 

It was in such an unusual state that it made her eyes narrow.

 

“Liar.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon laughed soundlessly at her scold.

 

“Sometimes there are necessary lies.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon grabbed Roselyn’s hand, which had loosened all of his buttons.

 

“But now that I’ve been exposed, I have no choice.” (Tamon)

 

He whispered in a covert voice as he once again meticulously kissed Roselyn’s fleshy pink fingertips.

 

“Heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Could the voice of a child begging for candies be this sweet?

 

His long arms hugged her waist tightly.

 

He quietly lowered his eyes as if to ask her to hurry up and heal him.

 

Roselyn reached out and gently brushed his open lips.

 

“I thought you were going to be beheaded because of me…” (Roselyn)

 

“Well, no matter how hard the king tries, she won’t cut off my neck. I’m still useful.” (Tamon)

 

“You’re so calm.” (Roselyn)

 

“If she decides to cut my head, I can’t help it, but my heart..………” (Tamon)

 

As if Tamon couldn’t wait, he rubbed his lips against hers, which were breathing quietly in front of him.

 

They were soft and plump like cotton wool, and it felt as if all of his senses were revolting.

 

“Even if I die like this, I don’t think I’ll regret it.” (Tamon)

 

Rattle.

 

The carriage shook once more. The two overlapping bodies became even closer together.

 

He pushed his face closer.

 

Roselyn’s lips were being engulfed by him like crazy.

 

His skin, his temperature, his gentle eyes became a world that drew her in. 

 

Oh, to think that a mere kiss with her could mask the regret of death! 

 

His lust and obsession came violently as if mocking her hardened heart.

 

Confusion and hope danced and shook her on their own accord.

 

She wanted to finish all these tasks and die without regrets, but Tamon was constantly trying to break her heart and leave her unfulfilled.

 

She hated herself for being so shaken.

 

She reached out and pulled his neck with all her might.

 

The situation quickly reversed, and her tongue that had been hiding moved into Tamon’s mouth.

 

The sound of friction between the two lips resonated harshly in the narrow, rattling carriage.

 

Pulling his thick shoulders and neck toward her, Roselyn dug her fingers into Tamon’s hair.

 

He grabbed his hair just enough to keep it from hurting and he looked up at her.

 

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke.

 

“This is nothing.” (Roselyn)

 

Her lips covered his lips.

 

Gently she dug deep into Tamon’s lips, mixing her breath with the sweet flesh.

 

Tamon’s arms hugged her body tightly with a desire to trap her in his body if he could.

 

Her kisses were never skillful.

 

Despite the momentum of her attack, the force of her tongue rolling was weak, and she was panting even louder than when she was suffering.

 

Still, it was so sweet, Tamon couldn’t come to his senses.

 

What she said was wrong.

 

How can this be nothing?

 

This clumsy, hot, cruel kiss was so good and good to him.

 

It was so good that her next words felt cruel.

 

“It’s nothing. I don’t have any feelings whatsoever.” (Roselyn)

 

For some reason, a corner of Tamon’s chest collapsed.

 

He smiled bitterly.

 

He thought it was amazing to see himself smiling even in this situation.

 

“Yes, I know. You said I should never love you.” (Tamon)

 

The words came out of his mouth, but he had no way of knowing why his heart kept pounding.

 

‘Damn you Roselyn, no, damn you Aranrosia.’

 

‘Why did I like it when you smile?’

 

‘Why did this fate give me room?’

 

‘Why did they abandon you in the snow, whom I thought could never be mine, and make me go to reap you like a madman?’

 

“So please be quiet now and continue to heal me.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon didn’t want to continue the cruel conversation any longer. 

 

It was only necessary to cover her mouth which always spoke cruel words and exchange sweet saliva.

 

Rattle.

 

It was about an hour from the Royal Palace to Tamon’s mansion….

 

It was far enough to have a lovely time under the guise of treatment.

 

Chapter 12. Ability to save