Chapter 10.1

A tension enough to wake me up from my drowsy state slowly overtook me.

What if he says he was bored or he doesn’t like it?

I have to send him. But where? He’s a kid who doesn’t know anything about the world. And I… What should I do? Until the meeting between Serdebella and Merson, I should be safe and sound so I would be able to return home… But if Merson says he doesn’t like it…….

Selfish.

That word pierced my heart. My heart fell to the floor.

When Merson meets Serdebella, it might rekindle the feelings of his past love. Then I can go home comfortably. Because this is the flow of the original story.

I was not comfortable with the sloppy rationalization and the unknown throbbing of my heart. My head was filled with complicated thoughts.

“It’s good to be together.”

It was Merson.

“Yes?”

“Wherever it is, it’s good to be together.”

It was as if my parched throat was finally given some water to quench the stabbing thirst. My heart, which had fallen beyond the basement, was lifted, and I felt like I could breathe.

Merson was just answering me as if he was talking to me. A deep breath burst out as if I had escaped a momentary crisis.

But is this real relief? In this situation stained with lies…… ?

The tension was still clinging onto my body, but I quickly clenched my palms. For now, just this… Yes, first of all, Merson said he didn’t hate it.

And bitter thoughts followed.

I’ll let him meet Serdebella. I’ll let him take his place back. When that time comes, even if I leave, he won’t be in pain.

“Ah, no, well… If you suddenly say that…….”

Chenin’s words were filled with joy as well as embarrassment. Her intention was clear, so a smirk flowed out from me. Hey, he didn’t say that to you. Why don’t you spit out those butterflies in your stomach?

“Hoo, if you say it like that, there’s nothing I can do about it. I am a woman who is weak to temptation.”

There was a sexual atmosphere in her tone of voice.

Grriitt-

There was the sound of a chair being pushed. Huh? Huh? Without thinking, I opened the door to make a ‘bang!’ sound.

Chenin, who was wearing high shoes, pushed her face with her arms wrapped around Merson’s neck, stopped at a loud noise and looked at me.

“… Unbelievable.”

A scene of adultery. Not Merson, but Chenin… she’s a married woman

“Merson?”

I called him because I felt a creepy chill oozing from him.

Momentarily, my eyes met Merson. It didn’t seem like he was the one I knew. Those eyes… It looked like it had overturned and was spewing blood.

When I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again in the surprise, all I could see was those stupid, innocent puppy eyes that he always had.

Merson pushed Chenin and sprinted to my side.

“Sleep more.”

“It was noisy, so I went out for a while.”

Chenin looked me up and down and exclaimed, “Huh!” and laughed.

“What, are you married?”

What about you?

Chenin, realizing the meaning of my gaze, hesitated for a moment, then opened the fan and half-covered her face.

“It’s late… I’ll just go back.”

… What is your purpose here? But I did not try to stop her.

As soon as Chenin left and the door closed, Merson rushed to kiss me.

“Huup!”

It was a deep kiss that seemed to swallow my lips, cheeks, chin, neck, and chest. Normally, I would have been angry when he kissed me without asking for permission, but now I was not.

I responded to his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter.

Chenin, who I thought would return after a day or two, stayed in the village for an unexpectedly long time. It seems like she didn’t come to Sezaine because she missed the village chief, and even more so it didn’t seem like she came because of the nostalgia of her hometown.

Then why did she come? Annoying many people. Oh, the village chief must be sad. Okay cancel those words I said, cancel, cancel!

Chenin looked around town every day, yet repeated the word “I’m annoyed” over and over again. If that’s the case, I’ll quietly enjoy tea time in my room, but I don’t know why she was having such a hard time herself.

Well, whether Chenin visits the village or complains, it does not matter to me… I was in the same situation now. Because..….

“Would you mind holding my hand?”

Because we were accompanying her.

When the carriage came out of the impassable path, Chenin let out a sigh that suppressed her anger, and she was forced to lift her butt off. Merson got off and I was about to follow, but, uh, I was shoved to the side.

“… my hand.”

Chenin shoved me with her butt and crouched awkwardly at the entrance of the carriage, making a “hohoho” sound. Then she stretched out her hand gracefully in her white lace gloves.