Chapter 118.2

Lydia was so startled that she nearly fell over and stumbled back. She would have really fallen if the nanny hadn’t supported her.

– A friend. How can you say that he is a friend even after looking at his appearance?

– That, then?

– Let’s call he’s a servant.

Lydia nodded in agreement. But deep down, she thought of him as her friend and was excited to play with him.

– Hello?

The boy her father introduced as Karion was so quiet that it would be safe to say that he didn’t speak. He ran to the corner of her room, covering his eyes as Lydia stared into his red eyes. Actually, she was looking at him because his eyes were pretty.

After that, Lydia followed her father to the manor. She was almost confined there, and her only friend her age was Karion, a boy her father had brought with her.

Her father kept calling him a servant, but he was definitely different from the servant.

Instead of working, he learned magic from Marquis De Flon. When she heard from her nanny, she said that he was sponsoring him with the intention of raising him as a wizard.

If you were a sponsor, even if you couldn’t get along like a friend, you didn’t have to get along with each other because of the relationship between employer and employee. From the day she confirmed that he wasn’t a servant, Lydia tried to be friendly with him.

Instead of the name ‘Karion’, which didn’t suit his appearance at all, she gave him the nickname ‘Kai’. She treated him to his favorite desserts, talked about games and walked with him.

After living with him all day in a small world, it was only natural that she had given him her heart.

In fact, Lydia was well aware that it would be difficult for the two of them to stay together. At least her father, Marquis De Flon, wouldn’t tolerate this. But every time she saw the Marquis beating Karion, she couldn’t help but feel upset.

“This is the wound. Why doesn’t it heal?”

Lydia asked, recalling a story she had heard before. She once saw Karion with a scar on his face and asked why he didn’t heal it with his healing magic.

As far as Lydia knew, at that time Karion could already use healing magic quite freely, as he could instantly heal Lydia’s knee. But he didn’t really think about healing his own wounds?

Then he hesitated and shook his head. He said he can’t heal himself. He said that he thought healing magic couldn’t heal him, but that wasn’t the case either.

And Lydia attributed everything to the subtleties of art, that supposedly healing magic is not able to heal the caster himself. But by no means.

Later, she found out that her father, Marquis De Flon, had put some restrictions on Karion so that he couldn’t heal himself. Hearing this, she became angry and tried to run to her father, but Karion stopped her and barely held back.

There was no answer from Karion. But in that silence, Lydia read her affirmation.

‘It’s too much.’

She clenched her fists and carefully applied the ointment the maid had brought to Karion’s wound.

“Don’t get hurt.”

“…”

“If you’re hurt, I’m more upset, so don’t get hurt.”

But there was still no answer from him. After a moment of silence, Karion gave her a very small nod.

* * *

“If your guess is correct…”

Yurina, who was now half asleep, no longer had the strength to answer, and only nodded helplessly. Raynard laughed softly at the cute scene and lightly kissed the top of her head.

“Do you really want to sleep?”

Nod.

“Then we’ll talk tomorrow?”

Nod.

“Yurina, do you love me a lot?”

Yurina reflexively opened her eyes and looked at Reynard.

“Mm? Why are you silent?”

Nod… Yurina reflexively nodded her head, barely opening her eyes, and glanced at Reynard.

“Huh? Why don’t you answer me?”

No matter how quiet his whisper was, she was offended. She slipped out of his arms and lay with her back to him, further back on the bed. Raynard was not going to let her go so easily, and immediately hugged her from behind.

“How dare you ask a sleeping person so stupidly?”

“But…”

His sigh mixed with anxiety spilled over Yurina’s bare shoulders.

“I’m anxious.”

“…”

“I think I’m going crazy with anxiety.”

Yurina turned back to him. When she buried her face in his chest and gently stroked his back with her palms, his restless breathing became sharp in a slightly different sense.

Yurina knew that he didn’t doubt her love. He knew her feelings for him best as he looked into each other’s eyes every day.

But, there are times when it just happens. He’s so happy that sometimes he wonder if he can be this happy.

Raynard, who has been hankering for love all his life, seems to be questioning ‘if he can even be loved’, not Yurina’s love.

“I love you, Ray.”

And Yurina hoped that her love would always give him stability. She wanted to have the opportunity to fill the void inside him, a child who was born into this world and was supposed to grow up with a lot of love, but didn’t receive affection.

She didn’t want to see him look so anxious. He was a man who deserved to be loved enough even if he didn’t crave love so earnestly.

“I love you so much.”

So, if it could reassure him, she could have whispered her heart to him with sincerity over and over again.

“Yes, I love you too.”

Reynard hugged her tightly. Below his left chest, which touched her ear, the irregular heartbeat gradually changed to a slow and stable one.