Chapter 32
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After that, for several days, the two did nothing but laze about in bed, passing the time unhurriedly.
Day by day, Lucy grew more and more spoiled.
After drinking warm milk with honey and groaning lazily, she clung flush to Laegar’s side and whined.
“Kiss me. Just a kiss, that’s all.”
“…….”
Laegar stared at her blankly as if she were a strange creature, rather than promptly prying her lips open and biting down.
Truthfully, Lucy’s stamina had run out—she’d reached the point where she couldn’t take all of his endless lust.
But since she still wanted to feel his solid affection, she demanded kisses, and Laegar could only blink in bewilderment. Because even a brief kiss made his lower half instantly swell.
Reading his expression, Lucy rolled her eyes and murmured.
“Ugh… please. Must it always lead to that? Even without going all the way, can’t we just enjoy a tender kiss?”
“…….”
Laegar merely tilted his head like a wolf trying to understand the language of a goldfish.
In that moment, the somber gray eyes beneath his long, dark lashes looked so breathtakingly beautiful to Lucy.
So much so that she briefly considered just giving in again—but then she hardened her resolve.
She gently stroked his chiseled, handsome cheek and coaxed him.
“They say women can be happy with just kisses. Sometimes they even feel deeper affection through them.”
Lately, Lucy had been whispering with the female healers and maids coming and going, and it seemed she’d learned strange new things.
In any case, he, too, had a solution.
Once the kiss ended, he could soothe his furious length with the hem of her undergarments and immediately head out to hunt.
Letting out a low groan, he parted her lips and bit down in order to carry out her impertinent command.
The moment their tongues tangled, the fresh, fruity tang of wild cherries and the sweetness of honeyed milk spread on his palate.
For a carnivorous predator like him, it was a taste that could never fill him—but it nonetheless stirred up the tantalizing, maddening sensation just before pleasure tipped over, and that felt good.
“Nngh….”
The more he softly swept through her inside, the more an aching sensation rose, tickling a corner of his heart.
Binding and gently rubbing the squirming small tongue, he thought he could understand, for some reason, why Lucy wanted deep, drawn-out kisses.
Swallowing all the saliva and breath she gave off, he burrowed deeper and deeper.
Feeling his thirst… growing ever stronger, toward her unreachable soul.
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A few days later.
“Lucy…?”
Waking from sleep, Laegar frowned at the cold, empty space beside him.
Rising from the bed, he strode toward where a draft seeped in and noticed that a passage in one corner had opened.
It led to a spiral staircase wrapping around the outer wall of the tower.
Loosely draping his robe and climbing the stairs, he finally emerged onto the top of the tower, composed of a watchtower and battlements.
There stood Lucy, stark naked, her silver-white hair whipping in all directions, gazing far out beyond the ramparts.
Though thick snow was piled at her feet and a blizzard swirled through the air, she stared down at the landscape below with vacant eyes, as if sleepwalking.
“Lucy.”
Laegar called her name low, but she seemed not to hear him.
Then, abruptly, Lucy shouted.
“Archer battalion, forward! Alex, deploy the catapults!”
Her voice was strong and firm—unlike anything until now—and her arm stretched out straight as if directing something, so Laegar’s brow lifted slightly.
As if floundering in search of something, Lucy turned toward where Laegar stood and shouted once more.
“Quickly! And where is my crossbow, Alex?”
Her unfocused eyes drifting far off into the empty air, she seemed trapped in a dream—or perhaps, unable to escape the fragments of past memories.
Had the erased memories caused trouble? He had thought the time would come… but it was sooner than expected.
Having frozen for a moment, Laegar stepped toward her.
Soon, a large shadow fell, and a black satin gown draped over Lucy’s bare body, the wild swirl of silver-white hair quietly settling.
Her gaze, which had been floundering toward the distance, was blocked as well.
Only after the hot, solid body wrapped around her from behind did Lucy feel the cold and flinch with a shudder.
Above her head, a husky voice fell with a chilling tenderness.
“There’s nothing there, Lucy.”
Listening to the murmur as if a spell, Lucy burrowed into his embrace. When her view opened again, she saw the frozen blue-gray mountain range.
She blinked as if she didn’t even know what she had been dreaming, and in that moment, Laegar lifted her up.
Carried in his arms as they descended the stairs, tears streamed down her cheeks for a reason she didn’t know.
Pressing her forehead against his hot chest, Lucy murmured.
“…I feel like I’ve forgotten something important…. Do you happen to know what it is?”
At that, Laegar’s throat swelled greatly and sank back down as he swallowed dryly.
“No.”
Descending several more steps in silence, he added.
“They must be things better off forgotten, so you forgot them.”
Absorbing those words, Lucy closed her eyes meekly, obediently. A tear clung pitifully to the tips of her long silver lashes.
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