Chapter 73 – 73
Euro spent another day and a half in bed. This was for fear that Melione might come up with all sorts of excuses—claiming he looked tired or that his complexion wasn’t good—to stop him from going to the festival.
Of course, that wouldn’t have been entirely bad. He would have been happy enough, considering it a form of concern. However, Euro couldn’t miss a massive event like the festival.
He felt that if he looked back on the past later and the only moments he shared with Melione were within the walls of the mansion, it would be a bit regrettable.
Even before the possession, he had never experienced a proper romance. Ridiculously, Euro hadn’t even had a common first love. Every day had been like a war, leaving him without the luxury to even harbor feelings for someone.
So, strictly speaking, Melione was Euro’s first love. Isn’t there a saying that first loves never work out? Thinking of it that way, it was better to have a clean ending.
‘But that’s that, and this is this.’
Just because it doesn’t work out doesn’t mean one shouldn’t [unauthorized copy]build memories. Though there was no clear catalyst for his love, Euro cherished the feelings he held now.
He wondered how he had ever sung love songs without knowing these feelings. The expressions—that the ground felt like clouds and that his heart felt so swollen he might float away—were actually true.
Euro didn’t despair over the fact that he was with someone he couldn’t truly possess. For now, this was enough. Perhaps it was because he was intentionally trying not to let his feelings deepen.
It was likely because Melione was someone he could touch and reach if he wanted. He was satisfied that no one thought it strange even if he poured out his heart without reserve.
“As I thought, the clothes are a bit loose.”
As Dent muttered while assisting him with dressing, Euro replied while lightly pulling at the waistband of his trousers.
“This much is fine; it’s just a bit roomy.”
Euro looked indifferent. It wasn’t as if he had grown significantly larger; honestly, it wasn’t even at a point where it was uncomfortable or obvious.
“I’m glad I bought new ones. If I’d worn the ones [unauthorized copy]tailored previously, they definitely would have been too big.”
“It’s a problem that you keep losing weight.”
“It’s not that big of a problem. I’ll gain it back once I eat.”
Since there was no scale, it was frustrating not to be able to gauge exactly how much weight he had lost.
When looking in the mirror, nothing seemed significantly different other than his face looking a bit thinner, but it became obvious once he put on clothes. It seemed to be more so because they were custom-made rather than off-the-rack.
“Do I look sick?”
Dressed in white clothes for the spring festival, Euro asked Dent. Dent narrowed his eyes and paused for a moment.
“Hmm?”
“You don’t look sick, but…”
“But?”
“It seems like you’re someone who was sick.”
“Is it because I lack color…?”
Euro approached the mirror and leaned in close to check. To him, it just seemed like he looked a bit tired, but it appeared different to others.
“Ah, I really want to go to the festival.”
“…”
“If he says no, help me prepare in secret.”
“Pardon?”
“So I can go alone. Originally, I planned to go out together somehow, but thinking about it, I’ll be too bored if I stay home.”
“Master…”
“I can’t take it. I feel like I’ll jump out of bed in the middle of the night. Do you know how hard I practiced dancing? I did it to the point of falling ill.”
Euro practically threw a tantrum, and Dent let out a secret sigh while watching him. Dent also wanted to tell him to rest at home, but seeing how excited Euro looked, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
To Dent, who was born and raised in Silon, the spring festival wasn’t particularly special. At most, it was nothing more than a small party where concerts were held in the square during the day and people drank and danced at night.
Of course, since it was a festival held in a large territory like Silon, it couldn’t be objectively called small, but compared to the parties other nobles threw, it wasn’t anything grand in various aspects.
Seeing him be so stubborn just to dance once at such a festival was both fascinating and somewhat pitiful.
‘He probably thinks this is the last festival he’ll ever see, whether he lives or dies.’
Looking at it that way, it was too heartbreaking to firmly tell him not to go. Dent presumed that Melione likely felt the same.
On the other hand, Euro—who until a few minutes ago had been thrilled at the thought of sightseeing at the festival with Melione as a date or a fond memory—had completely changed his mind in a matter of minutes.
Going together was best, but he hated the idea of staying home if he couldn’t. Although the spring festival’s dance party wasn’t a formal performance, he felt it would be unfair if he couldn’t perform the dance he had practiced so hard.
It wasn’t exactly the same, but it felt like the sensation of practicing for several sleepless nights only to be cut from the ranking announcement and have to go home, leaving his part behind.
Since the possession, he hadn’t been able to dance or sing properly. He couldn’t even sing unless he was using his supernatural ability, and even then, it wasn’t proper singing.
The same went for dancing. He had only been able to practice occasionally with Anne using the spring festival as an excuse. Therefore, this spring festival’s dance party was an opportunity that would not come again as long as he was in Silon.
“So, are you saying you’ll run away from home if His Grace the Duke doesn’t accompany you?”
“What do you mean run away? It’s just going out.”
“If you leave without permission, it’s running away.”
“Am I a child?”
“…Adults do not go out to play even when they are sick.”
“I’m not sick. If I were, I wouldn’t even be able to get up.”
“Master, you don’t have to be bedridden to be sick. Even if you can get up, walk, eat, and go to the bathroom, being sick is still being sick. You aren’t in a healthy state.”
Dent tried to soothe Euro as calmly as possible, but Euro acted as if he hadn’t heard a word.
“Even when you got out of the carriage recently, you stumbled because of dizziness. You’ve been taking painkillers often, too. So…”
“You’ve been taking painkillers often?”
At the familiar voice, Euro turned his head like a broken robot. Dent, who had been pouring out nagging, also froze halfway, blinking his eyes.
“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“…”
“Is this true?”
Melione, who had stepped up in front of Euro, was wearing white clothes for the spring festival. It seemed he had intended to go with him, but it appeared he had walked into a bad situation.
“…I felt this when you wore your wedding attire too, but Your Grace, white really suits you!”
“My spouse, answer the question I asked.”
“Today, as always, you are very cool, handsome, and everything…”
“Euro.”
“…”
“I asked what it means that you’ve been taking painkillers often.”
“Why would I take painkillers? Nothing hurts.”
“You must not lie.”
“How about me? Does the outfit suit me?”
Euro tried to divert the conversation to his spring festival attire, but it didn’t work at all. Melione’s gaze, demanding an answer, was persistent, and he showed no sign of backing down until a proper answer was given.
Consequently, Euro continued to play dumb before finally staring at him with a troubled face. Compared to the time when Melione simply ignored him whether unauthorized copyhe coughed [Read on Read BL Novels]up blood or not, this was better, but the timing was somehow poor.
He wanted to go to the festival, but he liked being worried about. Euro’s heart was conflicted. He felt a strange and amusing sensation that the feeling of liking someone could torment a person in this way.
“I-it’s not painkillers.”
“…”
“It’s sleeping pills.”
In an instant, Euro disguised the painkillers Larry had given him as sleeping pills.
“Dent got confused. Why, I told you before. That I always drink kurn tea before bed… it’s because I’ve had some insomnia since I was in Norden. So I can’t sleep well.”
“…”
“It’s absolutely not something that happened after coming here; I’ve always been like this. You know, there was that time I read books in [visit our site]the office until dawn. You remember, right? Back then, [stolen content]the hematemesis… no, never mind. Leave that out.”
While adding explanations in case Melione had forgotten, Euro accidentally mentioned the hematemesis. Quickly shutting his mouth, Euro carefully gauged Melione’s expression.
“From yesterday until just now, I’ve been lying in bed without moving. I’ve also eaten every meal without leaving anything behind.”
“…You left some of your dinner.”
Dent, who had been silently listening to Euro’s excuses from behind, added softly. At this, Euro glared at Dent openly, forgetting to manage his expression.
“Dent, what is wrong with you?”
Is this bastard joking? Euro was swearing with his eyes. Because of his own slip of the tongue, the spring festival and everything else were about to be ruined, yet instead of reading the room, Dent was tattling about him leaving a bit of food.
Glaring at Dent with a forced smile and clenched teeth, Euro felt like running out and grabbing him by the collar to shake him.
“Euro.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
At Melione’s call, Euro quickly regained a soft expression and gave a bright smile. However, Melione’s expression remained stiff.
“Why is it ‘Your Grace’ again?”
“Pardon?”
“I call you by your name.”
“Ah, that… I was flustered.”
“You must be flustered because you did something wrong.”
“No, I am innocent.”
Euro answered nonchalantly and spoke toward Dent.
“Go down and prepare the carriage. I’ll be down shortly.”
“…”
“Dent, leave while I’m still being nice.”
“…”
“Hurry.”
As Dent hesitated, glancing at Melione, Euro stepped forward slightly and spoke only to Dent, covering his mouth with one hand.
‘Do you want to die?’
At the semi-threat, Dent didn’t hold out any longer and left the bedroom. As soon as he left, Euro quickly turned around and grabbed Melione’s wrist.
Then, Melione pulled down Euro’s hand that was gripping his wrist and lightly held it in return.
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