Chapter 12

Chapter 12

‘Or did Philia not speak out because she was embarrassed?’

It was highly likely. Even though it was considered treatment, it would still be difficult to tell the wife how her husband reacted to the touch of another woman. Well, anyway, if I watch the process from now on, I’d be able to tell.

As Bleon lay on the bed, Philia closed her eyes and mumbled under her breath. And suddenly, a green, opaque material appeared at the tips of her fingers. It’s hard to describe what kind of substance it was, and I can’t really say what it was, but there was definitely something wrapped around her fingertips.

‘It’s magic.’

This was a world where magic really existed. It was the first time I had ever seen such a thing, so I forgot the tense situation for a moment and looked at it very curiously.

“Then let’s get started.”

With her words, Philia touched Bleon’s body and moved her hands. As they moved, they stayed a little longer in some places, which seemed to be part of the drug addiction. The treatment was definitely unique. It was something never seen anywhere.

After following her movements for a while, I suddenly wondered what kind of face Bleon was making. So I raised my head and looked at Bleon.

Then my eyes met Bleon, who was staring at me. Maybe it was because I left him yesterday, and this time, he was looking at me so much like he would never let me go. I felt a chill run down my back. To avoid Bleon’s hot gaze, I watched Philia’s healing again.

However, her treatment process was more straightforward than expected. When I read it in the book, it certainly felt very erotic and rated 19, but seeing it in person, I didn’t feel like that.

‘Huh?’

What’s different? The people are the same, the situation is the same, only the extent of the disease was different…

Was it because of the degree of addiction? In the original, Bleon had been addicted to the drug for several years, so even the slightest touch caused a maddening reaction to his body. Even the slightest touch of her would revive the sensations of his whole body, but it was obvious that she could not stand still in Philia’s treatment with such a touch. While I was thinking about what the difference was, the treatment ended in an instant.

“It’s finished. Well done, Duke.”

“Great job. Philia.”

I approached her, encouraging Philia. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and she was gasping for breath like she had run a marathon.

‘It’s a pretty tough treatment as a therapist.’

Bleon got up from the bed as soon as the treatment was over and Philia’s hand fell off, and without even thinking of putting his clothes on he came over to me and he hugged me from behind. And as he inhaled and exhaled, he sought for stability. I felt the curves of Bleon’s body completely meld onto my back and I felt a little embarrassed, so I thought I’d let Philia go quickly.

“Philia, you worked hard today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. Then I will go back.”

“Alright.”

Philia opened the door and left the room.

“Tired?”

“…Yes.”

“There doesn’t seem to be anything so bad about it.”

I said what I observed. However, I could feel Bleon trembling.

“Does Wife really not care if other people touch my body?”

Bleon’s voice was full of sadness and disappointment.

“Uh, that’s… because it’s just treatment?”

I thought that his reaction would become even more intense to my answer that it was nothing, so I answered like that after some hesitation. But then, Bleon replied.

“I… I hate it.”

He let out a long sigh, and then suddenly uttered in a firm voice.

“Huh?”

“I don’t want anyone other than you to touch my body… haa…”

But while he was speaking, Bleon sighed again and couldn’t keep up with his words that looked so difficult.

“It’s terrifying just to imagine… I hate it so much.”

Bleon’s shudder was clearly felt behind my back.

“It’s treatment.”

“I don’t like it though. Only my wife can touch me.”

Then he hugged me tighter.

“Okay. Okay, calm down now.”

I gently patted the back of Bleon’s hand, which was placed on top of my clavicle, to calm him down. But even then, he couldn’t calm himself down so easily, I could feel the hot breath over my head. His reaction wasn’t that bad.

Of course, this was also not towards me, but towards Astell. And it was also only because of the conditioning he received and not Bleon’s voluntary thoughts.

And yet somehow, a smile came to my lips. So, I was waiting for him to calm down for a while with a rather generous heart, when I heard the butler’s voice outside.

“Madam. This is Jace.”

“What’s going on?”

“Sir McCain Holster has arrived. He said he had something to tell you, so I told him to wait in the parlor.”

“Okay. I’ll go out soon.”

It seemed that he had come back because of yesterday’s incident. But as soon as he heard the name McCain Holster, Bleon hugged me tighter than before.

He must have done that because I said I was going…

“Bleon. I need to go, so let’s put this aside.”

“Don’t go…”

“Huh?”

“Please don’t go…”

Still, Bleon never forced me like this, but he begged me earnestly not to go as if he really didn’t want me to leave.

“I have to finish yesterday’s business.”

Yesterday I had to put an end to the matter because McCain wounded Bleon and I had to wrap it up now.

“You can tell Jace to do it…”

“That’s not polite.”

If McCain Holster was just a commoner, it would be fine. But he was a noble. Of course, he wouldn’t go around spreading rumors that I was dismissive of him, but it still wouldn’t be right.

“I’ll be back right away.”

“Wife… Please…”

“Or would you like to go together?”

Reluctantly, I finally proposed to Bleon to go with me. If he didn’t want me to go alone, we could just go together.

“Then only I will go.”

Instead, Bleon said that he would go alone.

“You’re going to refuse him anyway. Right?”

“Uh, yes. right.”

In fact, I was going to listen and decide, but to Bleon’s confident tone, I suddenly answered yes.

“Then I will tell him that and come back to you.”

Bleon released my arm that was holding, then walked towards the door.

“I’ll be back soon, so don’t go anywhere.”

And he went out after begging me not to go anywhere else. Bleon said that he was returning soon, so I was resting in the room for a while, thinking about various things.

‘Can Bleon talk to him properly?’

First of all, I was worried about whether Bleon would be able to properly convey his rejection to McCain. McCain Holster died before the age of 30, so if I remember correctly, right now, he’s twenty-six.

Even though he was younger than me, he was still six years older than Bleon. Since I couldn’t ignore the age difference, there was a high possibility that he would be able to stop Bleon in a conversation.

And with Bleon, because of Astell’s continued surveillance and confinement, it would be difficult to meet other people and have a conversation. It was especially difficult for him to deal with McCain, who was like a serpent.

I was a little worried because it was obvious that he would joke around and laugh out loud whenever Bleon said something, and it was obvious to Bleon as well. And I was also worried about Bleon and about Philia’s treatment, but suddenly I realized that Bleon, who was supposed to be arriving soon, was too late.

Did their talk go on longer?

When I spoke to him yesterday, McCain was a person who didn’t give up easily even when I was so resolute. Perhaps it was the same for Bleon, so it seemed like they were talking to each other for a long time.

‘No, wait.’

The two of them didn’t go to the training grounds again, did they?

I didn’t think so, but it was a possibility. I asked them to chat yesterday too, but I couldn’t feel any relief because they were fighting with real swords rather than wooden swords.

I hurried out of the room and looked for the two of them. Still, I thought I should go to the parlor first.

But luckily, contrary to my expectations, the two of them sat facing each other in the parlor. As if he had forgotten to close the door, the sound of the two of them talking could be heard through the gap in the door.

I stopped for a moment as I was about to go inside. The contents of the conversation between the two was nothing serious.

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried.”

It was McCain’s voice. Even today, I could tell through his voice that he was relaxed and full of laughter.

“I have nothing more to say, so go.”

This time it was Bleon’s voice. Contrary to my worries, he was speaking clearly and calmly. It even felt cold and hostile. But unlike McCain, there was no leeway in his voice.

“Do you know?”

McCain asked out of nowhere.

‘What do you know?’

I listened more to their conversation.

“Tell the Duchess that the Duke deliberately jumped forward as I swung my sword.”

What?

They were talking about yesterday, but a truth different from what I had seen was being revealed.