Vol. 4 Chapter 1.2 - Hey, you, beautiful Count. What’s your name? What’s your number?

Vol. 4 Chapter 1.2 - Hey, you, beautiful Count. What’s your name? What’s your number?



A few moments later, a butler named Hugo appeared. Seeing Kloff giving him a greeting in a humble manner, Hugo’s eyes widened in surprise. The stern-looking old butler looked him up and down with a fierce gaze, sending a shiver down his spine. Even without that, the throbbing back of his head hurt like a sledgehammer. Instinctively, a sense of rejection arose inside him. But this capable-looking butler didn’t seem to have any reason to be rude. As he could discern from the conversation between the doctor and the angel earlier, this individual named Kloff seemed to have some issues. If that’s the case, he should be making a proper apology.

“I shall apologize if I have done something wrong.”

“Pfft.”

The corner of the stern butler’s mouth trembled slightly as he put on a grave expression. Instead of being surprised like the Count, his downturned eyes seemed to be smiling. The pale-faced and blonde angel grabbed Kloff’s slouched shoulders and shook him.

“Snap out of it! You shouldn’t be apologizing here. You should have growled like a dog whose food was taken away!”

“A stallion in heat, then a dog whose food was taken away. Was I not a person, but a beast?”

“Pffffft!”

The butler, who had been tending to the bandages behind him, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He tried to lower his voice, but the blonde angel glared at him, as if reprimanding him with his eyes.

“Ahem, didn’t the doctor tell you that we should watch him for a while first? His memories will come back soon. Besides, I prefer Sir Bendyke this way. He’s such a well-mannered gentleman.”

“Hugo.”

“Count, you don’t need to be so worried, Sir Bendyke is fine. In fact, he’s become even more charming.”

The man addressed as the Count wrinkled his face as if displeased. He thought to himself for a while, and then his eyes twinkled.

“What if he gets another shock to the head?”

“...I would appreciate it if you refrained from doing that.”

“Even if it’s Mr. Bendyke, a second blow might result in him being in a coffin lid instead of fine silk sheets.”

As the two replied, the Count let out a soft groan. He had a more intense temperament than Kloff initially thought. That was even more appealing, indeed.

* * *

“Kloff Bendyke has lost his mind.”

Rumors spread like wildfire. People who had seen the man, usually fierce and intimidating like a wild beast, now greeting others with hearts flowing from him, were left stunned and took steps back in shock.

“Forgetting my name is a greater sin than that.”

“Hmm, that’s troublesome.”

Aeroc, who was immersed in reading books related to memory loss in his study, approached Kloff, who had his bandages removed already. He rarely left the inside of the mansion. He explored himself slowly and carefully, not engaging in unnecessary activities until his memory returned. He was currently flipping through the handwritten titles of the law books with an uncharacteristic glance.

Was his identity as a lawyer coming back to him? Aeroc observed quietly. However, Kloff soon said, “Whoever this person is, they seem to have studied a lot. These books seem quite old.” Then he lost interest and moved to another bookshelf. It was somewhat disappointing but also a bit pleasing. It would be disappointing if he remembered the law books first. He should have remembered Aeroc first.

After browsing through a few books on psychology in the large study, Aeroc found a hint. He read the passage several times that said that engaging in familiar activities and work would aid memory recovery more than causing a big shock.

Familiar activities. Mostly, it would be them doing stuff that involved their clothes off. In fact, that activity wasn’t too bad, but this foolish guy wasn’t to Aeroc’s taste. Moreover, doing that with this Kloff, who had a polite, cultured demeanor instead of being a cocky alpha who was overconfident and arrogant, somehow felt like cheating, so Aeroc had only held hands with him, he didn’t want to attempt even a light kiss. Besides, he couldn’t always rely on physical interactions.

Actually, he might end up in despair if Kloff couldn’t remember him even after they did that activity, so Aeroc decided to save that for last. Instead, he decided to spend the most common daily time they used to spend together. Aeroc put down the book, stood up, and approached Kloff, who was still flipping through the list of books in bewilderment.

“Why, Angel?”

“I’m going out. Suddenly, I feel like buying something.”

“I see.”

Kloff gave no particular reaction to his impulse spending. Hmm, maybe that was not enough.

“I’m going to buy the new paintings and sculptures that just came out.”

He rolled his eyes a little and added. Kloff smiled kindly.

“Well, paintings and sculptures. It’s an aristocratic hobby that suits you, angel.”

He’s being nice? This is really not it! Even if Kloff didn’t care about paintings, he couldn’t stand statues, considering them utterly useless. He even muttered that if there was one more piece of junk, he wouldn’t stand still. He also added that, if Aeroc was that bored, then he could make him not bored, evading Hugo’s gaze. He then proceeded to shove Aeroc into a corner and took his pants off first.

“Do you have nothing else to say other than that?”

“Can I come along with you?”

This beast used to nag a lot and even wanted to make Aeroc pregnant with twins, why was he saying he wanted to come along so innocently now? Given this situation, even Aeroc was stressed. He passed the risky first trimester now, so it wasn’t very dangerous now, but still, this was his first pregnancy! How can that guy who calls himself the baby’s dad walk around smiling so idiotically?!

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