"...."
My head hurts like it's going to explode.
My eyes naturally opened, and when I came to my senses, there was a large chest in front of my eyes.
hmm?
chest?
A shape that fits perfectly in your hand and a pleasant scent when you bury your nose in it.
"This…saber?"
"Master…? Hey, are you awake?"
Isabelle, who had been dozing off next to me and nodding her head, suddenly woke up.
…ah,
Knee pillow.
When I looked up from below, I could only see half of it because the light was blocked by the lower chest.
I can't believe I'm just blankly repeating those sentiments.
Suddenly Isabel hugged me tightly.
"Master… I'm glad… I'm glad you came back safely…"
Slender fingers.
He caresses my cheeks, chin, and features.
The feeling of treating my face with care, as if I would burst into tears at any moment.
I couldn't bear to push Isabel away, who was on the verge of crying with a sad voice.
"Ugh, huh… I thought my master was dead… I can't do anything without my master… Really… Really…"
Seeing her shrugging her shoulders and crying silently, I unconsciously pulled her arm towards me.
"Yes. I came back alive. It's here."
Isabel cuddles next to me without much resistance.
I laid Isabelle down next to me and quietly hugged her.
"I'm sorry. Because it's like this without even saying a word. I decided to reassure you."
"…beloved, person. What will my wives think if I come back hurt like this?"
"But the wound is all better, isn't it? It hurts, but it gives me strength. I managed to fix this all."
"Which is better. Do you know how the master came back? A potion is a cure, but it won't return a half-dead invoice, master. Even if he survives, let alone walking around like your wife, even being in a vegetative state is at the level of a miracle."
If I were not careful, I could have ended up sleeping forever like a half-baked corpse.
That much. I guess it was dangerous.
Isabel, who was speaking passionately, closed her mouth halfway and buried her face in the crook of my neck.
"But then how did I wake up?"
"That's because the special bandage and the elixir I was researching were still there, so I concentrated them all for three days and let my master absorb them."
I heard you took the elixir.
"…Is that possible?"
"No wonder it's impossible! The elixir is also an elixir that must be absorbed slowly through the process.
Do you think that if you just hit it and grind it, it will become an elixir?! That's just like poison!"
"Then I am saying that it was possible."
"…Of course, I decide how much I can absorb at one time through the circuit I received. It's thanks to Rosaria's hard work day and night for three days. If that mercenary hadn't been there, he could have been buried and turned into dust!"
I press the elixir into the wide circuit to its maximum value, forcibly strengthen my body, and patch the wounds with bandages to revive them.
It's a crazy idea that if your body gets stronger, it will heal wounds on its own. Surprisingly, this seems to be possible in this world.
If the potion increases the effect of restoring vitality.
The elixir increases maximum vitality.
In other words, this means that the lives lost will be recovered all at once.
…Of course, it wasn't a normal way of thinking, even in this world.
I have a status window.
It's closer to a 'system' than a so-called 'human'.
therefore. Systemically, game over and death have different meanings.
…When I say this, I feel like my body has become a piece of data in the middle of the day.
For now, let's just think that we survived thanks to that.
And the thing that scared me the most and worried me the most was definitely my wives.
He must have suddenly gotten scared and was anxious every day, taking care of me by my side.
Although the body healed. Maybe I won't open my eyes. do.
"I heard everything from Rosaria. I heard you faced an extremely powerful enemy? Just from the wounds I saw, I saw a penetrating wound to the abdomen, a long cut from the shoulder, to large and small burns… I even saw that the contents inside were burned… Ugh, Rosaria is also recuperating right now… What kind of person were you dealing with…? No matter how much I ask, Rosaria stays away… I need to hear it from the person in question."
The look in your eyes that asks you to explain everything that happened.
I can't bear to refuse the wet eyes and pitiful voice.
'…What should I do with this?'
Well, that's it. Did Amelia actually kill me?
As soon as we made eye contact, he pulled out his knife…
There's another Amelia in the dungeon…?
A guy who looks like Amelia is going to kill me…?
No matter what answer I give, it will not satisfy her.
"Well, what if I say I don't remember well?"
"…If my master doesn't tell me properly, I'll be away all day. I won't even hug you until you tell me."
"While I'm holding you?"
"I can escape from his embrace through transference."
"I don't like that."
"Right?"
Isabelle, who was speaking in a loud voice, briefly kissed my cheek.
The desirable maid has now learned how to seduce men.
"…The one who killed me."
…To be honest. Amelia showed her sincerity. It might be a bit unfair to say that he died.
In other words, I would have killed Amelia.
And how will Isabel react when she hears that?
It definitely won't be positive.
As my thoughts flow to that point, my heart becomes heavy for no reason.
I killed Amelia who was there.
I was looking away from this burden. That is an unchanging fact.
The sensation of piercing her flesh truly gave me goosebumps.
In an instant, anxiety rose through my head.
A guy who can even kill the person who was next to him countless times.
Even if it is an irreplaceable person like your wife. In order for me to survive.
A creepy, selfish person who could kill.
As I was finishing that thought, perhaps emotions rose up without me knowing, and the sense of Isabelle's presence in my arms became even clearer.
"It's okay. Isabel, I'm here."
The feeling of gently brushing my hair.
Tickling breath and sweet smell of flesh.
Slender fingers holding my hand tightly as if they would never let go.
"…Ah."
For a moment, I felt that the things that were weighing down my body were feeling a little better.
Isabel is my wife.
Even her husband, a traitor who was wanted and chased by the country, loved her.
At first, he was the one who even tried to harm her.
…I'm not going to hate you for something like that.
When I realized this, my tension naturally eased.
Without realizing it, my eyes were drawn to the slightly parted light pink lips.
"Why did you have such sad eyes?- Sigh, ugh…"
I grabbed Isabel's chin, which was defenselessly pressed against me, and pushed my lips into it.
Soft lips meet, and hot breath mixes.
Even though she was embarrassed at first and pushed me away, she slowly accepted my request.
A deep kiss. The way he opened his eyes wide and then gradually complied without much resistance somehow struck me as disgusting.
"Ugh… I think it's really bad for your heart if you do this suddenly."
"You and Amelia say that looking at me all the time is bad for your heart."
"That's because the owner suddenly pretended not to know anything and suddenly came in and bit me. "
"…Now that I think about it, I have to meet Amelia too."
"I'm sure you'll be fine. If you are Yoosung."
Isabel's eyes, looking straight at me with great faith and without any doubt, somehow stimulated my heart.
Does this put the heart at risk? I don't think so.
"I have to go see Lia quickly. Can you help me up?"
"Yes."
///
-Drur.
I opened the door and entered the treatment room.
It was a strangely quiet atmosphere.
"…Is your body completely healed? Yooseong."
The back of Amelia quietly polishing her sword.
A faint tremor was felt at the end of the voice.
Amelia has a gloomy expression with her cloudy eyes reflected through the translucent glass in front of her.
Roughly… I think I know how she's looking at me right now.
"Amelia. Why are you cleaning the sword?"
"Now if I get kicked out of here. I couldn't live without you, so I tried to kill the swordsman."
"Why am I not here? It's right in front of your eyes."
"…It's a matter of qualifications. Even though he looks exactly like me, and the holy sword was broken a long time ago. I… I. Now, when Yoosung looks at me, I am afraid of his gaze that is not the same as before."
Is that why you turn around and sit like that?
"Does Amelia hate me?"
"It's good."
Amelia gives an immediate answer.
When I see people come out right away as if they can never give up on this, my heart becomes more and more heavy.
"But. This is my stubbornness. I'm afraid that Yoosung's way of looking at me will change. All you have to do is run away again. Isn't it time for the order to be postponed anyway? He even made my friend his woman. If something like this happened, it would be right to go to her side. I guess it didn't suit my personality to be quiet around someone anyway."
…Why does he suddenly become Menhera?
but. That impregnable woman. Rosaria's signs of trauma were clearly visible in the man.
Now that I think about it, the daughter from a fallen noble family whom I kidnapped also became my woman.
Even Amelia's close friends were like that to each other… no, they didn't even go to the end. This is a bit unfair.
Anyway, Amelia ended up like that…
The sight of him wearing a white shirt and exposing the back of his body made me swallow dry saliva for some reason.
"Amelia."
"What is it?"
"Shall we play?"
Menhera Treatment Part 1.
When you taste the dick of the person you are obsessed with, you usually calm down.