Chapter 117.1

Yurina wrapped her hands around his cheeks, when her eyebrows were furrowed.

“I can’t see your face well. Come closer.”

As soon as that word was finished, the candle that had been placed on the table slowly flew to his side.

“Can you see me now?”

Yurina couldn’t give an answer right away, mesmerized by his eyes.

Is it because of the burning candle? It was as if his red eyes were on fire now. Indeed, his eyes were now flickering with all sorts of mixed emotions.

Jealousy, anxiety and desire for Yurina. It seemed that his heart was breaking in all directions.

“What are you thinking about?”

“About what I heard from Karion and Dave earlier.”

As soon as Karion’s name was mentioned, Raynard swallowed nervously. He looked into Yurina’s face as if he could read her thoughts like that.

Yurina was the first to open her mouth so as not to hurt him further.

“I heard the story and found out something.”

She told him all the assumptions she had been thinking about a moment ago.

Karion had dreams about what he would go through in the past version of the future. And that Marquis De Flon, who tried to kill Yurina to make Lydia a princess, ended up turning back time with black magic. And that’s why he hated Yurina and her whole house.

It was just as surprising as her story about the book and the fact that she had transmigrated into Yurina’s body, but Raynard listened silently without a hint of surprise.

“It really worries me that the Marquis had contact with the second prince, and not with the Crown Prince. It’s not just about you and me. They seem to be up to something really big…”

Despite Yurina’s calm explanation, Reynard’s stern face showed no signs of relaxing. Yurina looked into his eyes and smiled as naturally as possible.

“Ray… I’m not the’ Yurina’ who sponsored Karion.”

He swallowed again at the name ‘Karion’.

“I don’t even know exactly what Karion knows about Yurina. He said that I like ice cream cakes the best, but as you know, I don’t like chocolate. My favorite dessert is scones, like you said. Warm scones with jam and cream.”

“…”

“You are the only one I sponsored. So you don’t have to worry about what you just heard.”

“I know.”

He clenched his jaw tightly and squeezed out.

“I know, but I still don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“Ray…”

Before Yurina could speak, Reynard buried his face into her neck. His warm breath and lips touched her neck, and she felt a tingle.

Raynard leaned down a little more and slowly kissed her neck. Wherever his lips went, there was a red mark with a tingling sensation.

Yurina wiggled her fingers at the feeling that her face and body were getting hot, so she grabbed his shirt tightly.

She tried to push him in the chest, but his strong body didn’t move. On the contrary, whenever Yurina twirled in the dark, his hard muscles trembled as if in anger.

Raynard traced the red marks left on Yurina’s white neck with his fingertips. Although there was nothing special about their closeness right now, Yurina took a deep breath from the tension and bit her lip.

He looked at her without saying a word, then lowered himself and left another red mark. It was an act that did not hide its desire.

Yurina closed her eyes and tightly grabbed his shoulders, but he sank even lower, and as if cleaning her, covered her with kisses.

Raynard bit one end of the ribbon around Yurina’s waist and slipped his hand under her robe. One move and Yurina was immediately naked.

He buried his face between her neck and shoulders, drawing curved lines on her body.

“Ray…”

“I don’t want other men to look at you.”

The tip of his tongue this time ran over the hollow above her collarbone.

“I can’t stand that bastard Karion who’s always staring at you.”

He stood up and bit Yurina around her collarbone until it slightly hurt. He bit her snugly, moving his lips over her collarbone as if he were devouring her, chewing her from her head to her toes. Yurina pressed her lips with the back of her hand to hold back her scream.

“I need only you. All I want, all I have is you.”

Raynard grabbed Yurina by the shoulders and laid her on the couch. He climbed over her body as if he wanted to cover her whole.

“You just need me too, right?”

His eyes, looking down at her, seemed more pitiful than stained with jealousy and possessiveness. Yurina nodded slowly.

“Hm.”

Then, as if in relief, he leaned over Yurina. His weight was considerable, but Yurina only rubbed him on the back without showing any displeasure.

“So, Yurina, don’t worry.”

“Huh.”

“Because I will never let anyone hurt you.”

…Be it Karion or Marquis De Flon.

He held back the last words and tightly closed his lips.

Marquis De Flon gazed at a portrait of a girl placed on his desk, relying on the faint light of a candle. It was a girl with a pale face painted on a rectangular canvas.

She had pinkish blonde hair and clear blue eyes like glass when she was about ten years old.

He glared at the portrait, focusing on the eyes of the girl named Yurina in the painting, and thumped the desk with his fist.

“Yurina Carthia…”

It was this fox-like woman who ruined all the plans he thought were perfect. He recalled the day he first met Yurina and gritted his teeth.

Seven years ago, he saw Yurina for the first time with Raynard in a bustling area while he was with Lydia. But that was the first encounter in this life.

He had to go back ten years from now, which was two years before Lydia became an adult. Yurina would have been sixteen at the time. At that time, Marquis De Flon had no special feelings for her.

Until Lydia fell in love with Yurina’s lover, the Crown Prince.

Lovely daughter Lydia deserved to be beside the Crown Prince more than anyone else. He couldn’t imagine Yurina being beside the Crown Prince instead of Lydia.

So he tried to match Lydia and the Crown Prince Curtis. However, the relationship between Yurina and Curtis was stronger than he thought, and an engagement was even proposed when she officially debuted at the age of eighteen in society.

If only Yurina wasn’t there, if only she didn’t exist…

Filled with anger, he tried to get rid of her, but his plan was foiled by Blessed, whom she brought when she was young. If only he wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have failed!

Therefore, Marquis De Flon used a spell to turn back time that was handed down from black magicians in the dark prison under the palace just before he was executed. Honestly, he didn’t think that the spell would really turn back time.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he had actually gone back to the past. Before Yurina went to find Blessed.

‘That Blessed is the problem.’

But on the other hand, it meant that everything would be more favorable to him if he could get Blessed before Yurina did. So he decided to find him before Yurina did.

While he was out in the downtown area to buy a birthday present for Lydia, something strange happened. He saw Yurina, who he knew had been searching for Blesed during winter, with a boy with red eyes. But how was she already with him in autumn?

Lost in thought, unexpectedly, the boy gave him a clue.

“My apologies for not recognizing you earlier, sir. As you may have already heard, I am Raynard, and I am receiving the favor of the Carthia family.”

It was a name he had never heard before. The Blessed he knew in the past was definitely not named ‘Raynard’.

Moreover, Yurina, who had never learned magic, gave the boy a name that meant ‘hope’ in an ancient language?

Only a brief moment passed, but Marquis De Flon noticed something decisive in Yurina’s trembling figure as she looked at him.

‘She’s a fake.’

This child was not the original ‘Yurina’ he knew. He didn’t know how it happened, but in the process of turning back time, the original ‘Yurina’ seemed to have been replaced by someone else.

‘Moreover, she knows something.’

Beside Yurina was the boy with red eyes, but with a different name. Upon closer inspection, the face of the boy in his memory was different.

Unlike the man who had tried not to reveal his face to the nobles in the past, look at him now with cat-like eyes wide open, staring straight at him.

But on the other hand, if the Blessed she was supporting wasn’t the boy who was with the real Yurina in the past, then that boy must still be somewhere near the capital.

He thought that if she brought that boy back, he could change the future as he desired.

Even if the fake knows something, she is just a young girl who doesn’t know how to do anything. What could that child possibly do?

However, Yurina and her Blessed, Raynard, persistently interfered with his plans. Persistently!

Unable to bear his anger, Marquis De Flon hastily hid the portrait he was clutching at the sound of a knock. A moment later, Lydia De Flon entered the office.