# 10
‘What does the yatra look like? Isn't it exactly as I imagined the Northern Duke to be? '
Angelica, on the other hand, was busy watching his face, oblivious to the trembling of his body.
‘It was as if his eyes had ruby red in them.’
In the midst of all this fog, his red eyes were becoming clearer with every moment.
'It would definitely be more brilliant if you saw it up close.'
I thought that might be why everyone was avoiding looking into his eyes.
'Aha, what about his hair? It looks like it has a touch of blue.'
Is this color due to the night sky? She hoped she would be able to observe this carefully when her sight returned fully.
While Angelica was arranging what she should do in the future, her gaze fell on the sword hanging at his waist.
“Wow, that's a real sword!”
She wasn't kidding, it was as long as her legs. She remembered when Hugo told her that she should take out the sword if something happened.
“If I had picked it up, I would have been scattered at least.”
Oh, even if I'm angry, I shouldn't go near this sword.
Angelica shuddered. Then it suddenly occurred to her that he might have gone out that night to train in sword arts.
"What? Wait a minute, stop!"
That meant he had enough free time to train with the sword.
'But why didn't he come looking for me for three days?'
I was waiting for him the whole time!
“Hugo…”
Her bright eyes, which had been focused on the sword, now looked grim. She suddenly raised her head and brought her face close to his again.
“Angelica, you're so close—”
“How long have I been waiting for you, how come you didn’t come even once? Were you trying not to see me?”
“…”
“Or did you hear what those knights said?!”
Why doesn't he answer?
Her hands were holding his cheeks tightly.
Normally, his face should have been funny because of her hands pressing his cheeks, but Hugo remained the same.
At this moment, even his prestige as a “Sword Master” had not changed. She moved her lips slightly angrily, and at that moment he felt that he should ease the force he had put on his arm around her waist.
With his sudden retreat, her body pulled back loosely, and his face also moved away slightly.
"I apologize."
"No need to apologise. Aren't those strange words?"
The anxiety in her heart increased because of his strange apology.
Only three days ago they were together, and they were talking about such things. So, maybe Hugo had heard all about the knight they were talking about earlier.
As her face began to show sadness instead of displeasure, Hugo shook his head.
"I was just busy. The papers were so piled up that I couldn't get into my room."
“Ah, if that's the reason, I'm happy.”
At least, he didn't seem to hear what was said in the restaurant today.
"This is good."
Angelica breathed a sigh of relief as she gently turned her speech.
“But who would ask a tired person to handle all that work?”
"I don't know."
Hugo wanted to say “Emperor,” but he held back.
He didn't want to defend Cain, but he felt like he was trying to tell her something as if he were a child.
But Angelica had discovered through his words that there was something profound about it.
‘Um, does the emperor not have assistants? How could he give work to someone so busy? '
When she found out why he had been absent for the past few days, it made her anxious again.
She started moving her feet as if she was getting angry. Its appearance was like a small animal challenging a larger creature.
I thought: What made me so angry because of the Emperor?
Hugo couldn't hold back his laughter, and started to smile deeply at the corner of his mouth.
The headache that was pounding his head was completely gone. He didn't know that he was smiling at that moment while holding her hands.
"Before you get angry, you should look at your condition. How long have these bubbles appeared on your fingers?"
"Yes!"
When he touched her finger with his hard finger, she felt the pain she had forgotten.
As if tears were gathering in her eyes, Angelica frowned.
“I was trying to hold the soup bowl, but I made a mistake and stuck my finger in the soup... Oh, it hurts!”
He didn't know how hard his body was. While she was trembling, he had removed his hand from her wrist, and gently held her hand.
“Therapy.”
“Isabelle treated me... but...”
“So, I only treated you once.”
“Oh, there's nothing I can say.”
Her idea of Isabel was that she might be tired, so she left her without help.
“Really, it's okay.”
“If you leave it like that, it could get worse.”
“What? Should I cut off my hand immediately?”
The idea that ignorance could be bliss was growing stronger in her mind.
While saying she was fine, she pulled him to herself.
“Hugo, please work on the treatment quickly!”
"Good."
Could he have laughed? She felt like she heard a slight laugh, even if it was a blur.
But, why is he smiling when I'm still in pain?
'Hmm, though, I seem to feel comfortable seeing him smiling.'
She also smiled secretly at her changed feelings.
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With half movements, she was leading him while also being drawn to him, as they crossed the deck together.
They finally arrived at Hugo's room.
Wait, am I supposed to go into the man's room like this?
As her wounded hand passed through his again, she stepped forward without realizing it.
She sat on the bed while watching the room around her.
She expected the room to be as spacious as hers, but it was smaller than expected.
'Can this big body fit in this place?'
The bed was also smaller than hers.
Where she could extend her arms fully on her bed, while the bed here barely allowed her to stick out her wrist.
If he lay on this bed, his arms and legs would be stuck outside the bed.
I thought about it, felt a little pity, and then smiled involuntarily.
She took her hand and put it over her mouth to hide her smile, and at the same moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
“I have to treat you.”
“Ah, okay.”
It wasn't the man who was initially feeding her as he forced the spoon down her throat.
Now, he was handling it so carefully, that his hand could barely feel the medicine, and his demeanor was full of respect.
'No, not respect, but…'
She tried to find a better word but failed. She felt that the word she was thinking of was not suitable for him.
However, there were strange feelings moving from his hands to her heart.
It felt like the tension was suddenly gone.
As Hugo focused on her hands, his gaze met her eyes.
His transparent eyes were surrounded by a slight red color. Although she had seen him many times, the feeling was always fresh, so Hugo raised his eyelids and asked:
"What? Why are you laughing?"
"I?"
She thought she hid her smile well, but apparently she couldn't. She closed her eyes slightly.
His huge body, which was filling the gap between the bed and the chair while he treated her hand, looked very gentle, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
“Would that be inappropriate?
“
She paused for a moment, and did not find a suitable answer, so she shrugged her shoulders.
“Maybe because I feel comfortable with you, Hugo.”
Then she added in a voice full of laughter:
“But Hugo, you haven't seen me for three days.”
“That…”
Hugo tried to apologize again, but his lips moved without a sound.
But at that moment:
“Shouldn't you stop that?”
Angelica gripped his hand, which was busy with treatment, tightly.
“I have no one but you!”
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