Chapter 10
“…I heard from Arendtert, His Highness the Second Prince. He told me that Your Highness the First Prince was born with beautiful golden hair and blue eyes, just like the late Empress.”
“Just because someone has blond hair and blue eyes, does that automatically make them the First Prince?”
“In the imperial palace, only Holy Knights are allowed to carry swords. And among the Holy Knights, there’s no one with the same appearance as Your Highness the First Prince.”
“Arendt said that?”
“…Yes.”
The angle of the blade at Sylaria’s neck shifted, and Euclid drew even closer.
The distance between them shrank to the point that she could sense the cold air radiating from the First Prince’s body.
‘At this rate, I’ll die before having gained anything from coming back to life.’
A faint blend of sandalwood and musk brushed Sylaria’s nose. The subtle, refreshing yet comforting scent was pleasant, but this was no time for admiration.
“If I’ve made a mistake, please forgive the discourtesy. I had no other intention.”
“Alright.”
With a curt reply, the sword at her slender neck was swiftly withdrawn. But because she flinched in tension, a thin red line was left on her pale throat.
“Ah!”
“……!”
Sylaria, clutching her newly formed scratch, looked up. Her gaze, which had wandered to Euclid, widened in surprise.
Euclid, just like Sylaria, was holding his own neck.
‘What is this?’
Sylaria stared at him, forgetting even to blink. Euclid, visibly perplexed, removed his large hand from his neck.
Then, in the exact same spot where her wound was, an identical scratch appeared on his neck. At that moment, a deep lilac light shimmered around the wound before vanishing in an instant.
“…Could it be.”
Euclid muttered in a low voice, looking down at his hand. He narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Sylaria.
The fiancée who was said to have the power to purify the Second Prince’s holy power.
When she was injured, he received a wound in the same place.
At the same time, the light that appeared during purification connected the two before disappearing.
Such synchronization is not unheard of. Occasionally, it does happen.
When synchronization occurs between a Holy Knight and a Purifier…
“You said you were Lady Rainier?”
Euclid dropped his hand and turned his head. He looked seriously at the young lady who was a full head shorter than him.
“Yes, Your Highness. Please call me Sylaria.”
“No need for the formality. I seem to have injured you by mistake, Lady Sylaria. I apologize for my rudeness. As you can see, I just finished dealing with an assassin. I overreacted.”
“It’s alright.”
“Well, since I’ve already been rude, may I do just one more thing?”
“Pardon? What do you—?”
Before Sylaria could finish her question, Euclid placed his hand on her neck.
As if to touch the scratch, the moment his thumb brushed her skin, Sylaria’s violet eyes shone strangely.
“Ah…!”
A gasp escaped Sylaria’s lips. Her heart thudded insistently. The sensation of heat spreading between her legs and in her lower abdomen made her shiver.
‘What is this?’
She was enveloped in a sense of elevation she had never experienced when purifying Arendtert.
It was just a single touch of his finger, but it felt as if he was caressing her entire body.
‘This is strange.’
Sylaria stepped back, trying to escape Euclid’s touch. But he stubbornly refused to let her go. A fire lit in his blue eyes.
“…I thought so.”
Euclid slowly withdrew his hand and muttered with a trembling voice. Sylaria, now pressed against the wall, gasped for breath.
‘What just happened?’
In that brief moment of contact with Euclid, Sylaria felt a desperate thirst.
As if she were sharing the same thirst that had tormented Euclid for lack of a Purifier.
“This feeling…”
“It’s strange, isn’t it? Your throat is dry.”
“W-What is all this?”
“It seems Your Ladyship and I have a very high match rate. Since even our sensations are synchronized, I’d say we’re at least eighty percent.”
“Then…”
“By the way, have you finished your engagement ceremony? I mean, has the engagement announcement been made?”
Euclid trapped Sylaria between himself and the wall, raising one eyebrow.
“I’d rather it hasn’t.”
“……”
As Sylaria cooled her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand and looked up, her reflection appeared in Euclid’s blue eyes.
At that moment—
“Brother, step away from my fiancée.”
Arendtert’s sharp warning rang out.
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