<Episode 115>
Rue was so hard to understand.
Even though he’s usually mature enough for me to grasp the age difference between him and ordinary people, sometimes he’s more childish than Andert. But what could I do? I had to adapt to his whim as well.
I reached out both of my hands politely and made a request.
“Mr. Rue, you’re a demi-god, so could you please help me?”
“Make it a little cuter.”
Sigh. What was this obsession of his with cuteness?
I recalled the terrible situations in which Rue called me cute.
In those situations, I would roughly…
“Just go and get it.”
“……”
“Shut up and give it to me?”
“…..”
“…If you don’t want to die, bring it with you?”
When I looked at him with eyes that said ‘Is this not it? Rue replied with a sullen expression.
“It’s impossible.”
What did he say? This brat. If he couldn’t do it, he should have said it beforehand.
Rue let out a wicked laugh and reached out to gently brush my right cheek.
“Look at your sullen face.”
Caught off guard by the sudden physical contact, I missed the timing to get angry. So, I blurted out whatever came to mind.
“Don’t keep calling me cute. It annoys me.”
“That’s part of the point, actually.”
This old man is really…
I quickly turned my head and slapped his hand away.
Then, I asked Rue who still had a mean expression on his face.
“Fine, I understand that it’s hard for you to come forward yourself. But why is it impossible? Is it because it’s more rewarding for me to do it alone?”
“I feel like there’s no need to go through such trouble. Suffering and hardwork is something you don’t need to buy.”
Rue, who blinked his eyes as if contemplating, opened his mouth after a long silence.
“…Before Dian Cecht, who became a God, left the human realm, he and I made some agreements.”
Before leaving the human realm?
‘I guess that means he ascended and went up to space.’
Dian Cecht became a God.
I stared at Rue with strange feelings. Did he want to become a God, too?
“I told you to focus on my words when I speak.”
“…I was focused.”
Rue blatantly snickered at my words.
“Do you think I don’t know you? Unless I’ve spent the past 14 years watching you in vain, there’s no one in this world who knows you as well as I do.”
I pretended not to hear anything. Fortunately, Rue let it slide when I pretended not to hear.
“One promise Dian Cecht and I made was to not lay a hand on Mephisto.”
What? Who did he just say he couldn’t touch?
Of course, I had indeed had doubts for a while. With such immense power, I had wondered why he hadn’t dealt with the traitorous Mephisto himself…
“Second, not to take away his relics from their owners.”
Unbelievable.
I wondered if there could be a more useless promise than the first one. And there was.
“Why on earth did you make such promises? Can’t you just pretend they never happened?”
“Are you telling me to break my promise with God? What a cute request. The reason I listened to Dian Cecht’s request is simple. He had never asked me for such a favor before. Perhaps Dian Cecht hadn’t expected things to go the way they did.”
In the end, it was an unbreakable promise.
Both Rue and Dian Cecht. It seems that being a demigod didn’t necessarily grant perfect insight to anyone.
“So, does that mean you can’t lay a hand on the relics? But you stole Dian Cecht’s diary from me, didn’t you?”
“It’s a psychological difference. I didn’t take it away, I kept it. Petty tricks won’t work. You can’t deceive the eyes of a god.”
Ah, so that’s why…
“I’ll make sure to protect you no matter what, so just focus on getting the relic.”
It meant that he would indirectly assist since he couldn’t act directly.
“So… you’ll continue to stay with me then?”
“Indeed.”
“With Morian’s appearance?”
“Why? Do you like this face more? Daisy is more sneaky than she looks.”
“Sneaky? Who is the most insidious person here again?”
Rue pointed to himself with a very natural expression.
“Well, me?”
After staring at each other as if in a staring contest (of course, Rue ended up laughing mirthlessly) Rue eventually raised his hand in defeat first.
I slipped into bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin, and turned my back to Rue.
“I must go to bed now. You go to the other room. I need time alone.”
“Do you want me to tuck you in?”
“If you come up to my bed, I’ll scream.”
“Really?”
When there was no answer, he laughed lowly.
“Good night, Stubborn Daisy.”
Maybe he’d returned to Morian’s body, since the hand that lightly brushed my cheek and pulled away was as soft as dough.
The cheerful sound of his heels clacking on the ground gradually faded away.
It wasn’t until Rue’s presence completely disappeared that I could breathe a sigh of relief and relax.
* * *
The next day.
The doctor came early in the morning.
The doctor, who was told I’d lost a considerable amount of blood, had a serious expression. He then rearranged his medical bag with an increasingly puzzled expression on his face.
“Hmm. It’s strange. Your complexion, heart rate, breathing, and all other aspects are normal. If you spit out that much blood, there’s no way you could be in such good condition…”
Be even more amazed, doctor. Because it’s magic.
Desherro, who had brought the doctor, didn’t harbor any doubts about my seemingly fine condition.
His suspicion was solely directed at Morian, who was sitting next to the bed, busy knitting.
However, soon he must have recalled the relationship between Count Serenier and me (as observant as Desherro was, he couldn’t possibly overlook the fact that Count Serenier, who even owned a photography studio of Andert, had a definite connection with me), he naturally treated her as non-existent.
“Viscount Weatherwoods, the doctor will examine you three times a day regularly while you stay here.”
“What? Are you just going to proceed with something I didn’t agree to? Can’t you stop being a nuisance?”
“Please be a bit more careful with your harsh words when it’s just the two of us.”
No, I could see Jean standing over there with wide eyes looking at my moves. I had to fulfill my role.
“The point is, I don’t like it. Do you understand?”
“It’s His Excellency’s order. If it’s bothersome, please go directly to him and prove your health.”
That’s even more bothersome.
“…But, are you really okay?”
“Yeah.”
Desherro’s tired eyes glanced at Rue for a moment. Then, he cautiously opened his mouth.
“The other day. You mentioned that you have about ten years left to live. Could it be because of that…”
“Viscount Desherro.”
Desherro’s words were interrupted by a sudden intrusion.
His black eyes turned to Morian Serenier, whose long, delicate fingers were fiddling.
“It seems your stay in the bedroom has stretched for too long.”
“…..”
“Unmarried men and women shouldn’t spend too much time alone together. Or perhaps, could it be that Viscount Desherro is interested in our Daisy?”
Desherro clenched his teeth. From the tip of his nose to his furrowed brows, he looked visibly displeased.
Hey, no one else is happy to hear something like that either, okay? Control your expression.
“The Duke will visit you personally in an hour. Rest well until then.”
After Desherro bluntly uttered those words and left the room, I scolded Rue for his unnecessary comment.
“Why are you picking on that kid?”
Regardless of my words, Rue continued his knitting without making eye contact with me.
“Desherro Contana seems to know who you are.”
I sniffled awkwardly.
He knew, but it’s not like I revealed it to myself. I was caught, so it was a little difficult to confidently affirm…
“Well, you’re free to tell it or not. I have no intention of telling you what to do. However, it’s true that he lingered for too long. He was in need of a warning.”
“Desherro is my colleague and friend. He doesn’t have an ant’s eyes’ size of such embarrassing feelings.”
“Feelings can arise even when they weren’t there before. It’s better to handle it well. That way, those annoying men won’t hinder Daisy’s chances of getting married, right, Jean?”
“…Yes.”
What? Chances of getting married?
I stared at Jean as she awkwardly stood by the door.
‘Did you say something?’
Jean quickly averted her gaze. So she did say something. It seemed like she’d meticulously informed Rue of everything that happened in the Weatherwoods while he was away.
There’s nothing wrong with what Rue said, but…
‘To be honest, any interest I had in the task was abruptly cut off as of yesterday.’
To be precise, there hadn’t been any lack of excitement since I reunited with Rue.
This was a kind of insight.
It was already challenging enough to handle Rue alone, and now adding a husband? Even if it was just for a facade, I wasn’t pleased with the idea of just being assigned a husband like in the military.
It was difficult for me to take on new responsibilities while still keeping my body healthy.
I walked towards the door, holding a bonnet and an umbrella, the symbols of a noblewoman in autumn.
“Where are you going, Viscount?”
“My mind feels suffocated. I need to move my body a bit.”
“Duke Zenail is scheduled to visit you, though.”
“If he’s in a hurry, he can come find her himself.”
I could hear Rue’s freshly sarcastic voice flowing from behind my back.
“Oh, are you going to meet a potential husband as soon as you recover?”
“In the current situation, who has the time to worry about potential husbands? Stop misunderstanding. Remember, Morian. From today on, my lifelong aspiration is to extend my life.”
“Really? That’s amazing, my Viscount. I’ll cheer you on.”
I thought things had improved since last night, but why did it feel so tense again? It seemed like Rue was more suited for the self-important and prickly role of Viscount Weatherwoods than me.
As I stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door, a flash of realization pierced my mind.
“No way, is it jealousy?”
Jean, who heard my musings, stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape.
lmao Jean told him everything
Thank you for the chapter!
I did think it was odd that Rue didn’t fight against Mephisto but assumed it was because Rue had enemies outside of North continent and decided to let Mephisto lower their numbers.