Chapter 126
He brought it and roughly laid it down, then gently laid Siren down.
Seeing her make a groaning sound even with that made him feel uneasy.
‘A hot bath would make her feel better.’
The bathhouse of the southern royal palace only had cold water purified from seawater.
After some thought, he covered Siren with a blanket so she could sleep comfortably and kissed her forehead.
“I’ll be back for a moment. Sleep.”
“Ung….”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
He spoke gently and headed to the kitchen.
He obtained a fire from the hearth and then headed to the bathhouse.
He planned to extract fire Raksha from the fire and heat the water.
‘Ah, it’s warm.’
It was languid and comfortable.
Siren let out a long sigh and leaned against something, feeling her stiff muscles slowly relax.
She could feel a soft but firm wall supporting her. Her waist was also being supported, so she didn’t fall into the water even though she had no strength in her body.
‘Huh? Water?’
Is this… a bathtub?
But there was only cold water….
A sweet scent made her feel good. Happy, she relaxed and rubbed herself.
“Do you like it?”
A playful voice reached her gently. At the same time, warm hands removed the hair clinging to her cheeks.
“Ung….”
“That’s a relief. Let’s rest more. I’ll keep the water warm.”
Yasamin, was it?
Well, who else could it be but Yasamin?
She yawned softly and enjoyed the water more, reassured.
She had been struggling so much while on the parched land, but being immersed in such abundant water Raksha made her feel as comfortable as if she were in amniotic fluid.
So happy that she wiggled her toes, Siren awakened her consciousness very, very slowly.
“Ah……”
Her vision was hazy. As she blankly remained in her sleepy stupor, he poured warm water over her shoulders.
“Does your body feel a little relaxed?”
“Ung… thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You can sleep more.”
It was indeed Yasamin. The man holding her was also soaked all over.
“Is it… morning?”
“No, not yet. It’s just about to dawn.”
“How long… were we here?”
“About an hour.”
Her voice was hoarse, and she couldn’t speak well.
When she grabbed her throat and complained of pain, he cast a spell to heal her.
“Ah, come to think of it, didn’t I choke you?”
“Are you worried about me now?”
Yasamin chuckled as if he found it amusing, then kissed her forehead with a peck. Then her eyes, her cheeks, her nose.
“Baby, if you want to choke me, you have to press harder than that.”
“……”
“I’ll teach you. Next time, put your hand here. That’s how you apply pressure.”
What a crazy man.
Siren clicked her tongue and shook her head, then slapped his hand away.
“Don’t teach me weird things.”
“It’s best if you use it on me… but just in case, it’s good to learn it as self-defense.”
“Self-defense?”
Saying it like that, it was subtly appealing.
“Of course, I’ll always protect you, so you don’t have to worry, but when dealing with a living person, if you press here firmly, they’ll faint. It blocks their windpipe.”
“Is there any guarantee that the other person will stay still?”
“Not really.”
Then isn’t it ultimately useless in real combat?
Siren, dumbfounded, punched his chest.
“I want to go out now.”
“Let’s do that.”
It was frankly comfortable to have Yasamin carry her, wipe her, and dry her hair. Creating wind with Raksha was cool and also dried her hair quickly.
While she dozed off, he applied plenty of scented oil to her arms and legs.
“Sei.”
“Ung…?”
“I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever said it.”
Huh? What did you just say?
Thanks to the now fully risen sun, faint sunlight filtered into the bathroom.
The man, kneeling on one knee below her, whispered again, plainly but with complete sincerity.
“I love you. Even if you don’t love me, I love you.”
His face, dappled with sunlight, was clear.
Looking down at him, Siren thought for the first time.
Ah, it would have been so nice if your and my meanings of love were the same.
If I didn’t care about anything but you, if you were my world. Would we have been happy then?
If that were the case, could I have told you I loved you now……?
“Let’s go.”
He wrapped her in his arms like a baby. As if he understood that she couldn’t answer anything, with an expression that said it didn’t matter.
Siren couldn’t understand how he could be like this.
‘I try to hate him but can’t, I try to hurt him but can’t again. Even though we have fierce s*x, he acts so sweetly at the end.’
Meanwhile, what about your heart?
Isn’t it being constantly hurt?
It was truly the first time.
She had thought about “you” instead of “me.”
And… she became a little afraid.
What if Yasamin suddenly disappeared one day?
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