Chapter 78 – 78
After a quick wash and grooming, Euro took a deep breath and exhaled while looking in the mirror. Fortunately, he had woken up perfectly fine the day after collapsing and coughing up blood at the lighthouse.
His body felt a bit sticky from the cold sweats he’d broken during sleep, but other than that, nothing hurt. In fact, it was strange how much lighter his body felt compared to before he collapsed.
“Would you consider having your meal in your room? I am concerned you might collapse again.”
“Don’t I look a bit better?”
Euro turned his head to stare at Dent, who responded by squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them again. He simply didn’t know where to even begin correcting him.
“……What kind of answer are you looking for?”
“No, I’m not joking—don’t I actually look more lively? It’s weird. Why is my condition so good?”
“…….”
“I mean, it’s strange to just bounce back in a single night. Like it was all some kind of show.”
“My lord.”
“Ugh, alright. I coughed up blood yesterday and hovered on the brink of death. But that was all yesterday, and I’m fine now, stolen contentso it doesn’t matter. Right?”
Euro waved his hand as if it were nothing. Of course, that was only Euro’s perspective. He was simply a bit disappointed that he had collapsed in a fit of hematemesis just as the atmosphere had been reaching its peak.
The timing was poor, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected. He knew his body was gradually deteriorating, which was why he had insisted so stubbornly on going to the festival.
Things were turning out a bit badly, but was there anyone here who didn’t know he was sick? It wasn’t exactly a novelty.
Of course, it wasn’t a good thing for his health to fluctuate so suddenly between worsening and improving. However, worrying incessantly wouldn’t solve anything.
For now, the problem was soothing Melione, who must have been very shocked. He had insisted so much that Melione agreed to take him to the festival, only for him to cough up blood while dancing happily.
“I don’t even hurt that much, so it’s better to move around as usual than to keep lying down. Won’t His Excellency feel more relieved if he sees me eating and doing well with his own eyes?”
“If it were me, I would recommend plenty of rest even if you aren’t in pain, but…….”
“Enough. By the way, did anyone come to my bedroom yesterday?”
There was one thing weighing on Euro’s mind. It was likely a dream, but strangely, he felt as though he had seen Larry in the early hours of the morning. He felt like Larry had told him something, but he couldn’t remember the words at all.
It could have been a meaningless dream. Since it was true that he had been ill, he might have simply wished that Larry would come and take the pain away. That subconscious desire might have manifested as a dream.
However, considering how surprisingly light his body felt and the fact that Larry was a dragon, not a normal human, it was possible that he had actually visited during the night.
Hadn’t Larry visited him before using the pseudonym Kashtun when he suffered from [unauthorized copy]a fever? He [visit our site]likely knew [visit our site]that Euro had collapsed this time as well.
“Kisha remained by your side the entire time. His Excellency also stayed with you until late at night.”
“His Excellency did?”
“Yes, he was extremely worried. That is why it would be better to just stay in bed…….”
“Enough, let’s go quickly.”
Ignoring Dent’s repeated advice to rest, Euro left the bedroom. Hearing that Melione had stayed by his side until late at night was welcome news.
If so, was seeing Larry just a dream? No, he couldn’t be sure of that either. If Larry had visited even briefly during the dawn, it was certainly a good sign.
‘Maybe he’ll grant my request to break the curse.’
If Larry had truly visited him, there was only one reason. It must have been because he was worried Euro would die. Surely he hadn’t come just to watch him die, unlike Melione.
‘He’s probably down in the dining hall, right? I wonder how I should soothe him.’
Melione would have heard the news that he had woken up. Even if he hadn’t come to the dining hall yet, someone would notify him the moment Euro arrived. Euro figured that Melione would come out of curiosity about his condition.
If he had stayed by his side until late, it was certainly possible. The remaining problem was the conversation they would have.
Telling him not to worry because he wouldn’t die despite collapsing in a fit of hematemesis would be [stolen content]nothing but a lie unauthorized copyat this [unauthorized copy]point. Yet, he couldn’t tell him the whole truth as it was.
He wasn’t in a position to guarantee that the curse could be broken yet. In his heart, he wanted to let him know how much he was struggling, but the time wasn’t right.
He could show him the healing ability right now, and he could tell him who the dragon that could break the curse was and where he was, but that was all.
The truth would be told after the curse was broken. Euro had realized his feelings for Melione, but he didn’t want to stay by his side as a reward for breaking the curse.
He still didn’t know how Melione felt about him. Even if Melione had feelings for him, he couldn’t stay. While that would be wonderful if possible, that place did not belong to him.
For now, it was enough that Melione worried about his health and spent time with him. He and Melione gained more when they were apart than when they were together.
Moreover, he and Melione had not started on good terms. Driven by the single greed to save Melione, Euro had acted arbitrarily too many times.
If he revealed too many truths before breaking the curse, it could actually have the opposite effect. He didn’t want to drift apart now that they had finally grown close.
As expected, it was impossible to speak “moderately.” If he revealed one thing, another would be questioned, and he couldn’t convey two things while keeping a third hidden.
The unspeakable secrets and everything he had done thus far had piled up one by one, snowballing into a mass.
‘The director told me once. Lies are like snowballs; the more you tell them, the larger they grow.’
The relationship built on lies collapsed in an instant and buried him. Euro was flapping piteously, caught in a trap of his own making.
He had fallen for Melione [unauthorized copy]while in a state where he dared not [visit our site]convey any truth. It was a complete disaster.
Euro’s pace slowed as he headed toward the dining hall, and his expression grew stiff. Noticing the change, Dent asked cautiously.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“No, I’m just wondering if it would have been better to eat in my room. I should have organized my thoughts a bit more…….”
The moment he looked up, thinking it had been a hasty decision, Euro locked eyes with Melione, who had already arrived at the dining hall.
For some reason, the doors to the dining hall, which were usually closed, were wide open. Euro stopped dead in his tracks the moment he spotted Melione, and his face instantly contorted.
Since it was too late to turn back, Euro eventually trudged into the dining hall, sat in the chair Raymond pulled out for him, and gauged Melione’s reaction.
For some reason, Melione remained silent with a frown, and Euro, fidgeting aimlessly with his cutlery, spoke first.
“I’m sorry.”
“…….”
“For stubbornly insisting on going to the festival.”
As Euro apologized in a shrinking voice, he forced the corners of his mouth up and smiled at the man who remained tight-lipped.
“Were you very worried?”
It was a smile intended to lighten the mood, but it only made Melione’s expression more grim. He looked absolutely furious.
It was an expression he hadn’t even worn when Euro had arbitrarily taken the marriage proposal and requested a meeting abruptly at dawn. Sensing that the situation was turning strange, Euro grew restless and hurriedly made excuses.
“I’m fine. It was just a bout of hematemesis like last time, and it won’t happen again, so you can rest assured…….”
Melione, who had been listening in silence, calmly raised his hand, and upon that signal, Raymond escorted all the other servants out of the dining hall.
Once everyone except Raymond had left, Melione spoke with a hardened expression.
“How can you guarantee that it won’t happen again?”
“…….”
“Do you believe that such a thing won’t happen as long as you don’t overexert yourself?”
Melione spoke as if he had read Euro’s mind, and having nothing left to say, Euro shut his mouth. Whatever he said would be nothing more than an excuse.
What persuasion could words like “I’ll be fine from now on” or “this won’t happen again” have for someone who didn’t know the truth?
“Why did you come?”
“What?”
“Did you not know I would be here?”
“It’s not that, but…… we’ve always had lunch together.”
“Even after reaching that state, you still wish to face me and eat a meal?”
“…….”
“Do you truly not know who caused that to happen, or are you pretending not to know?”
“Melione.”
“Do not call me that.”
Euro froze at the cold, sharp tone. Contrary to his expectation that Melione would worry, he was treating him far more sternly and coldly than when they first met.
Furthermore, to be told not to call him by his name. Euro felt a tightness in his chest and a stinging sensation that brought tears to his eyes. Even as he choked up with a sense of sorrow, Euro managed to pull himself together and spoke.
“I-I won’t be stubborn again. I’ll make sure not to overdo it and won’t do anything to worry you.”
“How can I not worry when you coughed up blood and collapsed right in front of me!”
Melione raised his voice, his face flushed with agitation. Startled, Euro flinched and curled his body Read on Read BL Novelsinward. Radiating [unauthorized copy]a menacing aura, Melione could not easily suppress his anger.
It was strange. Euro had thought this could be resolved with a bit of nagging and worry, but he was completely wrong. He had reached that vague conclusion simply because he’d heard Melione stayed by his side until late.
He must have been very shocked. It wasn’t that Euro didn’t know that. But Melione was acting as if he had no idea Euro would end up like this. Euro was confused and, at the same time, heartbroken.
“What is your objective?”
“……What?”
Euro wore a blank expression at Melione’s question. It was not a question he expected to hear at this point.
“I am asking what on earth your objective is, stubbornly standing before me and forcing a smile even after becoming such a wreck.”
“F-forcing a smile? I just wanted you to feel relieved…… because I was more worried about you, who must have been more shocked than I was.”
“Your acting is impressive enough to evoke admiration. So stop with the useless lies and tell me the truth instead.”
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