Chapter 71 – 71
Sitting on the office sofa and stroking Kisha’s head, Euro muttered with a vacant expression.
“Why did he laugh?”
At those words, Kisha, who had been enjoying Euro’s touch with eyes closed, slowly rose and climbed down from the sofa, nudging his head repeatedly against Euro’s knee.
“Kisha?”
Euro, who had been half out of it, stared at Kisha. Kisha then sat in front of Euro and let out a huff of air through his nose.
“Ah, right. It sounds like a lie that that man actually laughed, doesn’t it?”
Euro nodded as if understanding and toyed with Kisha’s cheeks with both hands.
“But surprisingly, it’s true. After Kisha left earlier, His Excellency arrived. He asked me to practice dancing with him, and while we were dancing, I saw that unbelievable sight.”
Melione’s smile had lasted only a fleeting moment, but the image [visit our site]remained in Euro’s mind like a photograph. It [visit our site]was so [stolen content]vivid that it still flickered before his eyes.
“He told me to look into his eyes, and when I did, he was laughing. It makes no sense; suddenly laughing while looking at me. It’s not like I told any funny stories. He always listened to my attempts at humor with a sullen expression.”
Huff.
“No, it wasn’t a wasted trip. I may have been lacking in energy lately, but I was completely lucid earlier. I was just so nervous…”
Kisha said nothing, but Euro, feeling guilty and rambling on, suddenly shut his mouth. Looking into Kisha’s golden eyes staring intently at him, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
“…Why was I nervous?”
Simply because they were too close? Or because he had suddenly taken his hand? It was utterly incomprehensible. When he thought of Melione laughing at him, his fingertips strangely tingled.
Naturally, the feeling and temperature of that firm grip on his hand came back vividly, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his chest were being tightly pressed.
In that moment, an absurd thought entered Euro’s mind. Unable to believe it, he kept his mouth shut and simply blinked. Then, suddenly, Euro covered his face with both hands and bowed his head deeply.
“I must be crazy.”
Everything went dark. However, he had reached a Read on Read BL Novelspoint where he could no longer Read on Read BL Novelsdeny it. Unbelievable as it was, this was reality.
Kisha rubbed his head atop Euro’s, who was groaning alone with his head bowed. After suffering for a long while, Euro finally lowered the hands covering his face, lifted his head, and looked at Kisha.
“What should I do, Kisha?”
As always, Kisha’s eyes were inscrutable. Staring quietly into those eyes that seemed to see right through him, Euro closed his eyes tightly, looking as if he were about to cry.
“I think I’ve come to like him…”
In despair, Euro curled his body up with a sigh. Kisha was the only one who witnessed Euro’s ears turning bright red.
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After that day, Euro was bedridden for three consecutive days. He could suppress the physical pain with painkillers, but they were insufficient to stop the surging fever.
It was not actually surprising for someone married into the Spioren Family to collapse from a fever. Though the timing was a bit early, it wasn’t strange. Everything had been predicted; in a way, it was inevitable.
However, because Euro remained bedridden and unable to get up for nearly three days, not only the servants of the mansion but even Kisha became restless. It was because Euro had seemed far too healthy up until then.
“The fever has completely subsided. Please refrain from going [visit our site]out for the time being unauthorized copyand eat easily digestible foods.”
Having barely regained consciousness a day before the spring festival, Euro nodded at the physician’s advice. There was only one reason why he had suffered from a sudden high fever and body aches.
Judging that frequent intimacy was impossible due to his poor health, Euro had used his healing ability too often under the pretext of singing lullabies. Since it was the only method available, he had no choice.
The painkillers Larry gave him were certainly effective. He had been able to walk around without even realizing he was in pain. Furthermore, moving all day for festival preparations and dance practice had likely contributed greatly to the body aches.
However, no matter how much he thought about it, the cause was clearly that he had sung too often. The pain from the curse could be blocked with painkillers.
Even if lowering a high fever was impossible, the chills and body aches were things Larry’s medicine could resolve. But neither Larry’s medicine nor the physician’s prescription had worked.
In the end, it was neither a simple cold nor pain from the curse. Therefore, there was only one conclusion. Everything was simply because of his singing.
However, there was no way the other servants of the mansion or Melione would know this. Assuming that the feared event was unfolding, they moved more cautiously and quietly than usual.
Regardless of Euro’s original personality, they didn’t know how sharp his nerves would become once he began to be consumed by the curse.
Watching the servants move minimally while cautiously gauging the situation, Euro wanted to tell them not to do that because of him, but he couldn’t.
To be honest, he himself no longer knew how he might change. He would try to keep his composure, but his current state was definitely problematic.
As the physician left the bedroom, Dent entered. Standing before Euro with a stiff expression, he looked quite haggard, as if he hadn’t slept properly.
“Anyone would think you were the one who was sick, Dent.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay. What about His Excellency?”
“He is in the office.”
At Dent’s words, Euro nodded. For some reason, while his consciousness drifted in and out due to the fever, he felt as if he had seen Melione.
He couldn’t tell now that he was awake whether it was an afterimage left by the realization that he had come to like Melione, or if it had actually happened.
But while he had realized his own feelings, he had no way of knowing how Melione felt about him. Perhaps it was an illusion created by a very small glimmer of hope.
What reason would Melione have to stay by the side of a sick Euro? He would probably think it was a self-inflicted result. After all, he had warned him several times before the marriage.
“While you were bedridden, someone visited the mansion.”
“Who? Lady Molton?”
“No, a man named Kashtun came. I believe he’s the one who bought the… statue. I don’t know how he knew the Madam to come here, though.”
“Ah…”
“Is he an acquaintance?”
“Yes. So, what did you do?”
At Euro’s question, Dent shook his head.
“I refused him entry. Since the Madam was unconscious, I didn’t know what might happen.”
“You did well.”
It was somewhat unexpected that Larry had visited the mansion. He had already given Euro a generous amount of painkillers when they met previously.
‘It seems he came because he knew I was sick.’
Though he didn’t know how it was possible, it was clear that Larry knew the situation inside the mansion to some extent. There didn’t seem to be any servants colluding with him, making Euro wonder if that, too, was a dragon’s ability.
Furthermore, Dent knew Larry’s face because Euro had previously asked him to bring Larry to Diena’s salon. Seeing that Dent still didn’t recognize him, it seemed Larry had used some other means.
‘Surely he didn’t come with the face he had while acting like a clown.’
“Did word of my illness leak outside? Did anyone ask about me?”
“No, the final preparations for the festival are being handled by the Viscount Molton’s family, and the minor assistance is being managed by myself and Head Butler Raymond, so no one specifically sought the Madam.”
“Is that so?”
“Ah, Madam Diena might have noticed. She contacted me saying the clothes were finished, and I told her to wait a moment due to the circumstances. However, she is not the type of person to carelessly leak such information.”
“Wait a moment? What do you mean by that?”
At Euro’s words, Dent sighed.
“Because I think the clothes won’t fit.”
“…”
“You’ve become too gaunt. It’s only been three days…”
At Dent’s words, Euro bowed his head and examined his body. Indeed, his exposed wrists seemed to have become somewhat thinner.
He wondered how much weight he could have possibly lost in just three days, but since the person who saw him every day said so, he must have looked like a patient.
“It’s not to the extent that they need alterations. It just looks that way; I’ll gain it back quickly once I eat.”
It was then. The closed bedroom door opened, and Melione entered. Dent quickly bowed his head and stepped back, and Melione strode forward and sat in the chair where the physician had been.
“Your Excellency.”
A surprised Euro called out to Melione, but instead of answering, he reached out and touched Euro’s forehead.
“The fever has completely subsided.”
“…”
“I must have been too immersed in dance practice because it was fun. Is there anywhere Your Excellency feels pain…”
“Who is worrying about whom?”
The voice flowing from Melione’s lips was extremely cold. At this, Euro shut his mouth, gauging his reaction.
“Do you know how high your fever got? It almost became a disaster.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Leave.”
Melione spoke in a sharp tone without even turning his head toward Dent. As Dent was about to leave the bedroom immediately, Euro looked at him and spoke.
“Go get the clothes from Diena. The festival is tomorrow, so I should at least try them on.”
Dent nodded at Euro’s words, but Melione immediately frowned while looking at Euro.
“You intend to go see the festival? In this state?”
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