Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 91

After the funeral, Fay and Alnazir maintained an awkward distance between them.

She didn’t want to share a bed in this state of mind. But she wasn’t in a position where she could firmly push him away if he insisted.

“It’s going to be an uncomfortable bed until this is resolved…”

Fay resolved to endure without showing it. But no matter how carefully she controlled her actions, how could she possibly hide her feelings completely? In fact, her caution only made her stiffer and more unnatural, which made it more obvious.

They were living under the same roof. There weren’t many places she could run.

If there was one small mercy, it was that Alnazir had stopped clinging to her so persistently. A few times, he had looked at her as if he wanted to say something, brushing her shoulder or arm lightly.

“Wh-why… what is it?”

Each time, Fay forced herself to smile, concentrating hard so she wouldn’t instinctively push him away like before.

Alnazir noticed immediately that her smile was fake. He frowned and reached toward her cheek, which was pulled so tight it looked like it might cramp.

Fay’s eyes flicked nervously to his hand, cold sweat running down her back.

Once, when that large hand stroked her body, it had made her feel good. Now it frightened her. If she displeased him, wouldn’t tentacles spring out from that palm and bind her in an instant?

Alnazir hesitated, then withdrew his hand and lay down on the bed instead. Seeing him close his eyes obediently, Fay let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Maybe he wouldn’t touch her tonight. Or rather—hadn’t he avoided her every night since the funeral?

It suddenly occurred to her that they hadn’t slept together once since then.

Fay changed into her nightclothes and unnecessarily brushed her hair for a long time, trying to stall. She hoped he would fall asleep first.

But Alnazir lay there with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. He showed no sign of sleeping.

“Um… may I turn off the light?”

With nothing left to delay, Fay asked. She hated that she stammered over even such a short sentence.

“Go ahead,” he replied casually.

She extinguished the candle and lay down. Quietly, she glanced at his profile. His eyes were still open, fixed on the ceiling.

It was a silent night, not even the chirping of insects. In the darkness, the pounding of her own heart sounded unbearably loud.

Nothing was happening. It was only silence. Yet that silence unsettled her deeply. How many more nights like this would they endure?

She didn’t know. She knew something had to change, but she didn’t have the courage yet. For now, she will think about it tomorrow.

“Good night, Lord Alnazir.”

She heard the faint rustle as he turned toward her. Fay squeezed her eyes shut. Even in darkness, she felt she wouldn’t be able to bear the sight of his gleaming golden eyes.

After a moment, he turned away again. Strangely, her chest sank as if she had been rejected.

She was trying to fix their relationship, yet it felt as if he were ignoring that effort. In petty retaliation, Fay turned her back to him as well.

Witch and invoked lay back-to-back, breathing a little too harshly, both wide awake until dawn.

The next day, Alnazir did not lie on the bed. Instead, he went to the place where he believed he should sleep.

The enormous bathtub he had stolen from the Emperor still had no proper bathroom to house it, so he slept beneath the open sky. He didn’t seem to mind.

One morning, after a storm, Fay found the tub filled with rainwater and littered with leaves and debris.

Panicked that she might have angered him somehow during the night, she hurried to apologize.

“I—I’ll finish building the bathroom structure as soon as possible.”

Head bowed, heart pounding, she braced herself.

Alnazir approached silently. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. A strange smile curved his lips.

But it vanished quickly. After studying her expression, his face hardened. He clicked his tongue.

“A-are you angry?”

“No.”

His tone was sharp and decisive.

Fay was convinced. He was angry.

Fortunately, his anger did not immediately turn toward her. Instead, he began smashing every rock in sight. He dug through the shattered stones as if searching for something, found nothing, and destroyed another.

Fay trembled, fearing she would be next.

When there were no more rocks left to break, he began tearing up the ground itself. She was too frightened to even ask what he was doing.

“Fay!”

Zynie often came to visit her house.