Chapter 43 – ​43

“I ​wonder ​what ​kind ​of ​drug ​he’s actually on…”

“Pardon?”

Dent, ​who ​was ​helping ​him ​prepare to go out, ​asked ​back at the ​mumbling Euro.

“Nothing, it’s ​nothing.”

Euro ​waved ​his ​hand ​as ​if it were ​no ​big ​deal. If we’re ​talking about drugs, he ​was the ​one feeding ​them to ​Melione. But ​that ​couldn’t ​be the problem.

Would ​Larry be ​crazy enough to give ​Melione, the Duke of ​Spioren, a drug that ​makes him ​docile? ​It would make more sense if ​he had given him ​a ​drug ​that ​caused ​his limbs to ​tremble and ​led ​to a sudden ​death.

“Pack ​some effective sleeping pills or ​painkillers. There ​might ​be an issue ​on ​the ​way, ​or ​he might ​experience ​pain during ​the performance.”

“There aren’t many drugs that work ​particularly well. Perhaps ​singing a song ​for him would be ​better…”

“I wish ​I could do ​that ​too.”

Rather than worrying ​about Melione being ​in pain, ​the ​bigger problem ​was ​that [Read on Read BL Novels]Read on Read BL Novelsif ​he ​were suddenly ​seized ​by ​a [unauthorized copy]fit of ​pain, ​they would ​have ​to ​stop ​watching the opera and leave midway.

Lady Molton had told him to bring Melione along if he could. Euro had asked if he wanted to come out of politeness, feeling uneasy about sneaking off alone without even asking, but he hadn’t expected Melione to actually agree.

It would have been better if he had just gone alone and enjoyed himself. If Melione were suddenly seized by pain, he would have to leave the opera house with him.

He couldn’t just leave a dying man behind and be the only one to finish the play. That would be the very definition of human trash.

‘Of course, the fact that I’m even thinking this isn’t particularly humane either.’

Euro let out a deep sigh. He wondered, ‘Should I secretly give him the sleeping pills I got from Larry and just keep him asleep throughout the show?’ but that, too, was not something a decent human would do.

If a man who is, after all, a ‘Duke’ were to be found snoring in his seat even after the opera ended, that would be just as problematic.

It was a problem either way. All he could do was hope for no unexpected situations, but that was asking for a miracle.

It was true that Melione’s condition had improved significantly thanks to the song Euro sang on their first night, but that was only relative.

Because his condition had been so poor, even a slight improvement felt like a massive surge in health. However, the curse was still progressing, and since a few days had passed, he wouldn’t be in the same state as the day he received the healing.

“It would be a bit weird if I just suddenly started singing.”

Dent nodded at Euro’s words. Even Euro thought it would Read on Read BL Novelsbe strange if his partner suddenly started singing [visit our site]with [stolen content]all his heart on the way to an opera.

“Wouldn’t just humming be okay? Would that be ineffective?”

“Probably not. I’ve never heard that the effect doubles if you sing loudly or properly.”

Euro only knew how the healing ability manifested and that the effect doubled when cast while in contact.

Therefore, he didn’t yet know how to control that ability, or if it could even be controlled. It was because it hadn’t been described separately in the novel.

“Still, there has to be contact. Just listening to the song isn’t enough… I wish there were some way.”

Euro left the room with Dent, deep in thought. But no matter how much he thought about it, no suitable method came to mind.

He couldn’t exactly grab Melione’s hand out of nowhere in the carriage and start singing. As he stepped out of the mansion, mumbling about whether he should just act crazy, grab the hand, and belt out a verse, he saw the prepared carriage and Melione.

To think that even just watching an opera required this much hardship; Euro, who had been wearing an annoyed expression hidden from others, quickly put on a smile and approached Melione.

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“Are you really alright?”

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Euro forced a smile, his face pale. In his excitement about seeing the opera, he had forgotten one fact: he suffered from severe motion sickness.

‘I was fine when I went out with Courtney last time.’

It wasn’t his first time taking a carriage since arriving in Silon. He was fine during the outing with Courtney, and there had been no problems in the carriage on the way to meet Larry.

He had no idea why he suddenly felt so nauseous and why his vision was spinning. He wondered if it was simple motion sickness, but that didn’t seem right either, as his body had been perfectly fine until right before boarding the carriage.

Euro was appalled and bewildered. He felt far more wronged now than when he first realized he had possessed Euro Leches. How far was the distance from the mansion to the downtown area for his stomach to be turning this much?

Until a moment ago, he had suspected Melione might be on some kind of drug, but it was actually he who needed a drug.

He decided he should ask Larry for some motion sickness medicine the next time he visited. With that thought, Euro opened the carriage window and stared as far into the distance as possible.

Melione’s expression as he watched Euro was somewhat subtle. He was quite surprised to see Euro’s condition deteriorate so rapidly shortly after departure.

‘What is so special about an opera that…’

Seeing Euro’s complexion worsen in real-time shortly after they started, Melione suggested postponing the opera and returning to the mansion.

However, Euro stubbornly refused. He insisted as if today was the only day it could happen. Melione couldn’t understand [Read on Read BL Novels]him, but since the man himself insisted on [unauthorized copy]enduring it, there was nothing he could do.

Even though he knew there was nothing he could do, Melione somehow couldn’t take his eyes off Euro. He was curious about what on earth was going through the mind of the man who was staring off into the distance, pressing his hand firmly against his mouth.

Had he ever been this curious about another person’s intentions in his life? To Melione, who lived a terminal life, there was nothing to covet and nothing to regret. Because everything would be meaningless once he died.

Even if Euro Leches desired his death, it was bound to happen eventually, so it didn’t matter. Everything he possessed was nothing more than useless junk.

Perhaps that was why he was even more curious. This man before him had married him despite the risk of death and acted as if he wanted nothing for now.

He claimed the only thing he wanted was love, but Melione knew that was a convenient facade. That was why it was amusing.

That Euro, who stayed by his side demanding something as formless and insubstantial as love, was stubbornly insisting on nothing more than going to see an opera with him.

Euro continued to look out the window, ignoring Melione’s persistent gaze. It was an effort to reduce his motion sickness, and at the same time, a way to avoid talking to Melione.

‘Ugh, I feel like I’m going to throw up.’

His stomach churned, and nausea surged frequently. This was all because of Melione. If only this bastard hadn’t been in the carriage, he would have stopped the carriage immediately and vomited everything out, but he simply couldn’t do that.

It was a matter of pride. He didn’t want to show Melione the kind of passion that would lead him to vomit just to see an opera.

Since he was in a position where he had to win the man’s favor, he couldn’t show himself visit our sitevomiting anywhere. Not [stolen content]only would it be unsightly, but he didn’t know how Melione, who was likely grumbling internally, would condemn him.

Motion sickness was a problem that would be solved once he stepped out of the carriage, so all that remained was Melione’s condition. Thus, Euro asked him with the brightest face and voice possible.

“How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

“…I don’t get motion sickness.”

“No, I didn’t mean that, I just meant your general physical condition…”

The corners of Euro’s forced smile twitched. Did he really think he was asking about motion sickness? Every single word that came out of that man’s mouth was irritating.

“I am fine.”

“….”

“Why don’t you close your eyes for a bit? We will arrive soon.”

At Melione’s words, a great idea suddenly occurred to Euro. If they were arriving at the theater soon, now was the only chance.

“You’re really alright?”

“That is my line. Anyone can see that you are the one in bad condition…”

“Then please help me out a bit.”

Saying that, Euro carefully stood up and plopped down in the seat next to Melione. Surprised by the unexpected action, Melione frowned one eyebrow and stared at Euro.

“It’s too bumpy when I lean against the carriage wall, so it’s hard. Could you lend me your shoulder?”

“….”

Melione was speechless at the brazen request. As if the silence were an affirmation, Euro leaned his head on Melione’s shoulder without hesitation and closed his eyes.

Their bodies were pressed close together. Though their bare skin wasn’t touching, this wasn’t too bad. At this point, even if the efficiency was lower than skin-to-skin contact, it was better to use the healing ability somehow.

Melione remained stiff and silent. For some reason, a faint and pleasant scent emanated from Euro. Instinctively, Melione turned his head and stared out the window, just as Euro had done.

‘He didn’t say no.’

Euro mumbled internally with his eyes closed. He had expected Melione to shrug his shoulder and push him away, but Melione was unexpectedly docile.