How to Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

“For some reason, I had a feeling that would be the case.”

 

“…”

 

Was it a feeling or an instinct? Lasilia recalled Lescal sniffing Pipi from her own hands. When it comes to companionship, he sure had frighteningly sensitive senses.

 

“I confirmed that you came back today.”

 

“Right.”

 

Suddenly, the sound of stroking the closed door was heard.

 

“I missed you.”

 

“…”

 

Lasilia swallowed dry saliva instead of answering. When she heard those words just now, she somehow felt warm in the area where the mark was.

 

“But I’m not asking you to show me. I know it’s not easy to see.”

 

“That… you’re right.”

 

“If you see it, you’ll want to touch it. When you touch it, you’ll want to kiss it… So no.”

 

It wasn’t just a feeling, the area around the mark really got hot. Lasilia covered her heated cheeks with both hands, her face very embarrassed. It was her first time experiencing such an embarrassing sensation.

 

“But I really wanted to see you… desperately.”

 

She thought it would be a good idea to change the subject.

 

Lasilia splashed water on her face and chose her words.

 

“Ah… A shaman from Trinidad visited today.”

 

“What?”

 

It seemed like he had no idea, as his voice became sharper.

 

“Why? How? Why didn’t you call me?”

 

“There is nothing for your Majesty to worry about. He came as a guest, so I welcomed him as a guest.”

 

“A suspicious person is trustworthy? If he had come as a guest, he should have gone through Deccan or me, not secretly looking for you.”

 

“I think that’s why he came directly. Knowing that Sir Horsed was tailing him. He showed up on his own and asked me to stop tailing him.”

 

“I guess you agreed to do that. Because you are a very generous person… I don’t like it.”

 

Lescal’s voice sounded more like a complaint than an unpleasant one. It wasn’t that he didn’t like what the shaman had done, but he seemed to be saying that he didn’t like the fact that Lasilia had done someone else’s favor.

 

“Instead, he cast a spell for the answer on me.”

 

“If it’s the answer spell…”

 

“He said he would lead me to the answer I wanted to know.”

 

“I see.”

 

Sreuk.

 

The bathroom door shook slightly.

 

“Do you remember what you said? You said that if you find the answer, you’ll feel like me.”

 

It was similar, but the tone was different. Lasilia chuckled.

 

“I would have said that if I find the answer, from then on I will be able to have the same feelings as your Majesty. It’s a little different.”

 

“What’s different? To my ears, it’s exactly the same.”

 

“It means that once you find the answer, it starts from there.”

 

“Why?”

 

Lescal grumbled.

 

“I knew from the beginning that you were my companion. Why is it different for you?”

 

“Well… There must be a reason.”

 

“I feel like I’m just waiting every day.”

 

Unfortunately, she didn’t know if that was true. Because there was a huge time difference between his and her feelings. But Lasilia knew that her feelings were changing every moment. She just hoped that the emperor didn’t know about that fact yet.

 

‘I think he’ll become even more reckless if he discovers that.’

 

The lines you worked so hard to draw will be erased without a trace. It was already becoming a little blurry with each passing moment.

 

“Do I look good today too?”

 

Lescal asked a somewhat unexpected question.

 

“…Why are you asking that?”

 

“Just to check. Ryan told me that it was another measure of emotion. If I look good in your eyes, the waiting time might be a little shorter.”

 

“…”

 

Did the emperor look handsome today? The answer felt a little vague.

 

‘I guess I’ll have to see the face to know.’

 

That meant something had changed. If it had been like before, she would have just given a vague answer, wondering what kind of question he was asking. But now she wanted to check his face and give him an answer.

 

‘You look very nice in my eyes. So it’s okay. Don’t worry. Your wait will be very short.’

 

“I guess we’ll just have to see.”

 

“Then see.”

 

“But that’s because I’m taking a bath.”

 

“…so?”

 

“How about you close your eyes?”

 

“Ah… I’ll do that. I’ve wrapped it now.”

 

“Please stay like that.”

 

Grumble.

 

Lasilia stood up from the bathtub. The towel wrapped around her body was wet with soapy water. Lasilia, pressing her hands to her hem to dry it, walked to the bathroom door.

 

‘…I can’t believe it. That I am doing this.’

 

Why did he want to listen to such nonsense? Why did she even think it’s somewhat enjoyable?

 

“I’m going to open the door now… If you open your eyes, I will close it again.”

 

“I get it. It won’t open them. No way.”

 

“Then I will open it.”

 

Sigh.

 

The bathroom door opened with a shy sound. The emperor was sitting at the door. He tilted his head slightly in this direction and closed his eyes tightly.

 

‘You listen very well now.’

 

Lasilia began to scan her distinct features. When she closed her eyes, the emperor’s face was like a painting. Let’s say he was a breathing, living person, and he felt like something didn’t make sense.

 

“Are you watching?”

 

“Yes. I’d like to think about it.”

 

The tips of the eyebrows drooped slightly.

 

“…Is it worth worrying about?”

 

She had to appreciate it, not worry about it.

 

“Well.”

 

Lasilia deliberately chose her vague answer. She didn’t even know why. She just thought she was enjoying this time and wished it could stay like this a little longer. She didn’t know if Ryan was right. The emperor with his eyes closed looked very handsome, so it was fun to look at him like this. The word “handsome” was a true measure of emotion.

 

 

“You still don’t know?”

 

“Hmm… I guess so. You might not recognize this face because you see it every day.”

 

“I am not.”

 

Lescale made a straight face.

 

“I know that you are beautiful every day I see you. Every moment, every time I see you.”

 

“…”

 

It was half a joke, but it couldn’t be a joke any more. Because Lescal was too serious.

 

“And I know what it means to be beautiful. I wonder what that emotion means to you.”

 

Lasilia hesitated and asked. For some reason, she felt like if she asked, she would get an answer that would be difficult to hear, but she couldn’t bear not to ask.

 

“Which… What does it mean to Your Majesty?”

 

“It means that everything you do to me is pleasing to me without any choice. Whether it’s waiting or pain.”

 

There were times when it felt like Lescal was the only one using the continent’s official language in a completely different way. Until he said it, Lasilia didn’t even know there was such a thing.

 

“Am I causing your Majesty pain?”

 

“Sometimes… often.”

 

“Do you like that?”

 

“Anything. If you give it to me. Because, like I said, I have no choice.”

 

The inside of his closed eyelids twitched.

 

“I miss you so much now. I want to smell the new soap scent from you up close. Desires that are not fulfilled right now are similar to pain. But the pain also makes me happy.”

 

“…”

 

The process by which pain becomes joy was difficult to clearly understand. But Lasilia understood his desire to do something to the person in front of him. Because she wanted to touch the area around his eye that was twitching painfully just now.

 

“Then surely my feelings and yours will be very different.”

 

“I guess so.”

 

Lasilia extended her thumb and brushed the corner of Lescal’s eyes. Lescal’s shoulders jumped up.

 

“Why…”

 

“I just want to do that… How different are these from your Majesty’s feelings?”

 

Lescal narrowed his eyes and laughed painfully.

 

“Well… It might not be any different. It’s just that it’s very small. If our position were reversed, I wouldn’t just be touching your eyes.”

 

“It’s both big and small. Then I think I can understand.”

 

Lasilia tilted her head slightly. Lescal moved the tip of his nose as if the scent of soap was in the air. She could clearly see the eyes changing in an instant. Did he know? That he smelled good too. He said that sometimes he wanted to stick his face close and smell it. So it was no different. It was just big and small.

 

‘Wouldn’t it become the same someday?’

 

It will be so. Even now, her emotions were growing suddenly every moment.

 

“Is there anything else you want to do…? Don’t touch your eyes.”

 

Lescal asked softly, like a sigh.

 

“Well.”

 

“There might be. Think about it carefully.”

 

Lasilia laughed quietly at the words that were just like Lescal’s. Lescal smiled along with Lasilia, even though she couldn’t see it because her eyes were tightly closed. When she saw his lips parted in laughter, she suddenly felt like kissing him. Her impulse was not at all embarrassing.

 

‘Actually, I guess that’s what I wanted to do from the moment I touched the snow.’

 

Lescal had his eyes closed as hard as he could until now. So he wanted to kiss.

 

“I remembered one thing.”

 

“What?”

 

“I’m going to do this now, so don’t move.”

 

“…As you wish.”

 

Lescal placed both hands on the floor. Big veins appeared on his wrists. Lasilia lifted her knees so she could get closer to him. She held his head with both hands. His silky blonde hair grazed her fingers. It felt surprisingly good to her.

 

“What… That’s what I want to do.” asked Leskal, swallowing dry saliva.

 

“I will find out soon enough.”

 

“No… please tell me. Maybe a kiss… Are you trying to do it? It’s because I thought it would be very painful if I didn’t expect it.”

 

“Like I said, you’ll find out soon enough.”

 

“Ha…”

 

Lasilia slowly rubbed Lescal’s hair while listening to the heated sigh.

 

“What should I do? I think it’s a kiss.”

 

Lescal muttered softly, and Lasilia leaned in. It was the moment when she lowered her head and captured his lips.

 

-He will bring you the end. The day when the bonds you created are broken.

 

As if she was cursing this moment, the voice from the whirlpool echoed in her head. Then her body stiffened. She couldn’t move anymore.

 

-He will bring the end to you.

 

A pain arose in her chest. She hit the floor when she was told not to move. Will he, who holds on with his hands so strong as if he were going to pierce them, really stick a knife in her chest? Were all the emotions he was sending her now just illusions created by witchcraft? Was it a lie? So would it fall apart? That thought bound Lasilia tightly. The hand that was stroking Lescal’s head slowly fell down. So, Lescal broke the sad silence that was created.

 

“…no.”

 

“…? What?”

 

“We must not stop now.”

 

Lescal, who said he would never move, broke his promise. He stretched out his arms and wrapped Lasilia around him. Just before they touched, their lips overlapped and he swallowed hers into his mouth.

 

“…Huh,”

 

Sensations that were frighteningly unfamiliar and vivid, that she had never known before, began. The wet towel wrapped around his naked body made a wet sound as it was rubbed against the robe he was wearing. A similar sound rose from the lips that touched each other.

 

‘Ah…’

 

The intense heat that started from him and spread to her skin began to melt her thoughts.

 

‘The end… my God.’

 

Finally, the thought that mentioned the end melted away.

 

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