Chapter 33
She quickly walked over to the full-length mirror. There wasn’t a single trace left on her skin—even all the marks Rezus had left were completely gone—and her outfit was just as it was before she went to sleep. Except for the throbbing below and the fact that her underwear was missing.
Psyche tried to find her missing underwear but gave up. It seemed the man had discarded it, as she couldn’t find it no matter how hard she looked.
‘……Who could it be?’
One thing was certain: the man from last night was one of the main characters. Only a first-class individual with strong supernatural abilities could erase traces to this extent.
‘It’s definitely not Rezus. Then it must be…… Helios?’
Psyche, who was ruminating over the night, soon shook her head. It doesn’t seem to be Helios either. The man was gentle, but towards the end, he became rough as if he couldn’t control himself. If Helios, who knows how to treat women well, were involved, he wouldn’t have adjusted his pace in such a manner. The only ones left are Serdin and Terche.
‘I don’t think it’s Serdin.’
Serdin is the only compassionate one among the main characters, and the man from last night was too proficient to be called compassionate. So, could it be Terche? But Terche isn’t the type to put so much effort into caressing.
‘Who on earth could it be?’
She frowned and gently sat down at the end of the bed. The events from last night were shameful, but that made her even more excited. However, not knowing who her partner was was frustrating. She was even more confused because she couldn’t understand why the situation had changed like this.
As she let out a long sigh, she heard a knock. It seemed one of the main characters had come to prepare a meal.
“Just a moment.”
She lightly washed her face and rinsed her mouth with water to keep her teeth clean. After changing into pajamas with minimal exposure, she turned the doorknob.
Psyche gazed blankly at the face that appeared as the door opened. Silver hair with a hint of sky blue, vividly shining blue eyes, and flawless, beautiful features.
The man standing in front of the door was Terche Fontos, possibly the intruder from last night.
“May I come in?”
Psyche hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. He entered the room dragging a trolley.
“Please, have a seat.”
She sat quietly on the chair. Neither of them said anything, and the only sound echoing in the room was the clinking of utensils. Psyche carefully observed Terche’s hands as he moved the cutlery.
‘……Was it those hands?’
His large hands had pronounced, green veins that stood out nicely. After staring at his long fingers for a while, she gradually looked up.
She saw his thick forearms and broad chest, shoulders spread wide, which seemed too big to be held with two hands. Seeing the muscles clearly revealed over his tightly fitted shirt made her neck throb for no reason. As Psyche swallowed, she suddenly realized that the room was dead silent.
She hurriedly turned her gaze to Terche’s eyes. He had moved all the plates and was staring intently at her.
Psyche’s cheeks flushed red. He couldn’t have missed the fact that she had blatantly glanced over his body. However, Terche seemed completely indifferent to such things, with no expression on his face that was chilling. He casually tapped the table with his index finger.
“Do you have no appetite?”
It was a way of indirectly saying, “What are you doing if you’re not eating?” Understanding the meaning, Psyche’s face became even redder.
“……I’ll eat.”
Psyche replied in a crawling voice, and he tilted his head. She quickly composed her expression and picked up the utensils.
“It seems your health has improved a lot.”
“Yes, I’m almost fully recovered.”
“That’s a relief.”
After that, there was no exchange of conversation between them. The silence was bothering Psyche, and she tried to speak to him with a smile but stopped herself.
That machine-like man was surprisingly weak against bright and cheerful women who smiled easily. But it didn’t seem like a time to show a lively appearance, so she decided to focus only on her meal.
Fixing her gaze only on the table, she chewed her food quietly. As she became full, her dazed mind began to clear up gradually.
“Last night.”
As the meal was nearly coming to an end, his low voice shattered the silence.
“They have sent a letter from Mathe’s side.”
“……What did it say?”
“They have no intention of stopping.”
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