Chapter 47 – 47
“Um… Your Excellency.”
Euro turned his head away and held his breath, trying desperately to escape the situation. He feared that the scent of blood would linger around him.
It had already been far too obvious that he had bled. Thus, holding his breath or stepping backward was utterly useless.
It wasn’t his fault that he had coughed up blood, yet he couldn’t understand why he was so flustered. Melione, who had pressed close enough to push Euro back, set the candlestick he was holding down on the desk.
Euro stared at the flickering candlelight with his head turned, swallowing hard. His mouth tasted intensely of iron and bitterness.
Then, Melione abruptly reached out and gripped Euro’s chin. His head was turned effortlessly, forcing him to face Melione head-on.
Euro felt as if his mind were going blank. He couldn’t offer even the slightest resistance. Melione was looking at him with a very unfamiliar expression.
His face was stiff and rigid. The muscles of his lower jaw stood out beneath his pale skin, as if he were clenching his teeth tightly. His eyes, which seemed to be suppressing anger, flickered with the reflection of the candlelight.
With his mouth shut tight, Euro said nothing. Not Read on Read BL Novelsonly [stolen content]could he think of no suitable excuse, but he felt that no amount of acting would work in this situation.
While holding Euro’s chin and glaring at him in silence, Melione pushed his thumb up to press firmly against Euro’s lower lip.
“Open your mouth.”
As if he would force it open if Euro didn’t comply, Melione wedged his thumb between Euro’s lips. When the finger touched his hard teeth, Euro had no choice but to open his mouth as told.
Melione’s face closed in an instant. Euro was so startled that he couldn’t even blink. Melione leaned in until their lips were almost touching and whispered in a low voice.
“You said it was a nosebleed.”
“…….”
“But the smell of blood is coming from your mouth.”
Euro squeezed his eyes shut under Melione’s gaze, which continued as if relentlessly interrogating him. Melione released Euro’s chin and straightened his bent upper body.
Euro leaned precariously against the desk and shut his mouth tight again. His heart was racing wildly. For some reason, the strength left his legs, and he felt as if he might collapse at any moment.
“Is it hematemesis?”
“…….”
“Answer me.”
Euro was overcome by the illusion that if he lied again, Melione would tear his throat out. He knew exactly what this feeling was.
It was the same feeling he had when he first saw Kisha. The fear felt from a beast; the instinctive, paralyzing terror one feels when encountering a being capable of harming them at any moment.
In the end, Euro had no choice but to answer honestly.
“……It did come from my mouth.”
“…….”
“It’s hematemesis.”
Melione remained silent even after Euro’s answer. He simply stared at Euro for a long time. Then, after a short while, he stepped away from Euro and left the office without a word.
Euro, who had been struggling to stay standing, [Read on Read BL Novels]slid down to the floor stolen contentthe moment Melione’s footsteps faded.
He felt as if all the blood had drained from his body. It wasn’t simply because he had coughed up blood. Cold sweat ran down his spine, and he shivered, feeling a chill from the cool night breeze that had previously felt pleasant.
Even so, Euro’s eyes continued to stare through the gap of the open door where no one remained.
‘Why on earth did he ask?’
His mind was a mess. If Melione was going to leave so indifferently, Euro couldn’t understand why he had pushed him with such an expression and interrogated him so fiercely.
He could have shown concern, or at the very least asked if he was alright. Instead, Melione had done nothing but glare at him—even in a situation where one could only suspect the influence of the curse.
Euro felt strangely hollow. His trembling body was unnaturally cold, and he curled up, burying his face between his legs.
He didn’t need to feel this way; everything was something he had brought upon himself to survive. He didn’t need anyone’s support or comfort; it was simply a task he had to perform.
“……Still, it’s disappointing.”
Euro muttered to himself with his head bowed. It was then that he heard the sound of someone running toward him, and Euro slowly lifted his head.
“Master!”
With hair wildly disheveled as if he had just woken up and glasses not even properly perched on his nose, Dent gasped the moment he saw Euro.
“……Didn’t you go home?”
At Euro’s question, Dent straightened his glasses and hurriedly brought a blanket from somewhere, draping it over Euro’s shoulders.
“What does that matter? My god, what is all this blood?”
“…….”
“Are you alright?”
“It’s nothing.”
“……Pardon?”
“……I just had a bit of a nosebleed.”
Dent fell silent at the sight of Euro insisting Read on Read BL Novelsit was a Read on Read BL Novelsnosebleed while faint traces of blood still remained at the corners of his mouth. He simply didn’t know what words to offer.
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The person standing in Euro’s empty office was Melione. He reached for a few books neatly arranged on Euro’s desk.
They were all meaningless novels. Melione picked up the book on top, and as he opened it, a piece of memo paper behind the cover fell to the floor.
To Dent
Make sure to get the next volume!
It seemed this was the novel Euro had read, forgetting to sleep and even bleeding from the nose. Melione wondered if he truly thought such an absurd excuse would work. He flipped through the pages a few times before setting the book back on the desk.
The content was trivial. Much like the story Euro had told him in the carriage on the way back from the opera.
A tragic love story of a man and a woman struck by arrows. The content of this book was also such a pointless love story. To Melione, love was something of no value.
He didn’t even believe such a thing existed. That was likely why it appeared so frequently in these fictional tales. If true love existed plainly before one’s eyes, who would care about love in a book?
Having the time to spend on such nonsensical stories was a blessing in itself. For Melione, for [Read on Read BL Novels]whom it would be no visit our sitesurprise to die tomorrow, every single day was hell and a disaster.
A hollow life filled with death, where nothing could intrude—that was all Melione was allotted. To him, all the emotions in the world were nothing more than a luxury.
And yet, seeing Euro vomit blood last night, he had momentarily lost his reason. Thinking back, it was nothing. From the moment Euro married him, Euro was destined to die like that.
It was a life Euro had walked into and claimed for himself, without anyone forcing him. No matter how many times Melione asked the reason, Euro Leches had never once told him the truth.
He must have thought shallowly. He had likely never seen someone dying from the contagion of the curse. There was a world of difference between hearing rumors and seeing it with one’s own eyes.
Euro Leches had made a complacent choice, failing to realize that gap. Therefore, Melione had no reason to interrogate Euro for claiming it was a nosebleed rather than hematemesis.
As always, he could have just left him be. He should have ignored the obvious lie. Since the two were married, whether the blood Euro shed was from his nose or his lungs, knowing the fact would change nothing.
However, Melione had interrogated Euro relentlessly. Because he desperately wanted to know if it was a simple nosebleed or hematemesis.
But even after the truth came from Euro’s mouth, Melione could not settle his turbulent heart. Rather, the moment he faced the truth, he felt as if something inside him had suddenly plummeted.
Euro had told him in the carriage that he knew a story similar to the opera, but in Melione’s opinion, that opera resembled his own life more.
Throughout the opera, Melione [visit our site]thought Daphne resembled Euro. Because the more Apollo unauthorized copytried stolen contentto reach Daphne, the more miserable her life became.
Thus, it was absurd to see Euro shedding tears for such a Daphne. What was so sad about such a fictional story, when he was living a life more wretched than that?
When would Euro become completely like Daphne? Right now, there was only one difference between Euro and Daphne. It was that he did not run away from him.
“He’ll be dying to escape eventually.”
The image of Euro’s face from last night, looking at him while vomiting blood, flashed before Melione’s eyes. He couldn’t erase the image that kept surfacing, as if someone had forcibly carved it into his mind.
Just then, Kisha entered the office slowly. Melione turned to look at Kisha, but the tiger didn’t even spare him a glance, climbing onto the sofa to settle down and lie down.
This office was a space Kisha had never once entered until Euro arrived. But what was this? Kisha looked incredibly comfortable, as if it were his own room.
At this, Melione spoke to Kisha.
“Euro Leches says he can communicate with you.”
At Melione’s words, Kisha turned his head and stared at him, as if he actually understood.
“Then why don’t you tell me.”
“…….”
“What on earth is Euro Leches thinking.”
Kisha stared at Melione, blinking slowly, then suddenly let out a huff of air through his nose and turned his head away. Then, as if to show off, he rested his head on his paw and closed his eyes.
Melione frowned at the sight. But soon, he let out a short, dry laugh.
“I was the one who was crazy.”
He had criticized Raymond, saying that both Kisha and Raymond were clearly insane, but he was in no position to do so.
“I’m the one who’s truly gone mad.”
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