"Synthetic vomiting is an extremely rare phenomenon. As a result, almost no information has been published. That means there are no good answers as to why it occurs, and how to treat it."
“Ah…”
Hearing that, Irel's shoulders drooped. Even though it was only for a short time, vomiting the jelly was extremely painful. And this won't just happen once.
Feeling Irel's vibrations through the head resting on his lap, Varkan opened his eyes. Golden eyes exposed under red eyelashes looked up at her, smiling gracefully.
“Now is the time to hear the good news.”
“What is that?”
Irel asked again without any hope. Varkan playfully stroked her knee with his fingertips, as if scolding her.
A tingling feeling like being tickled made her thighs automatically contract. Before her attention was distracted, Varkan opened his mouth to get her attention.
“Even though I don't know the reason for vomiting the crystals.”
“I don't know but?”
"Receivers that experience this phenomenon mostly have a long lifespan. Much longer than average."
An extremely interesting news. Especially for Irel, who is worried about her remaining lifespan, this is even sweeter information.
“How long is the lifespan?”
“At least ten years, the longest could be up to twenty years.”
Hearing that, Irel's face brightened. She thought she had less than five years of life left. Her heart beat a little faster in the hope that she could live longer than expected.
“What good news.”
Having said that, Irel smiled a clear smile. A smile reminds people of a bouquet of pure white baby flowers.
"…That's right."
Varkan stared at that smile and then smirked.
“Because you will live with me for a long time.”
Huh? The smile on Irel's face stiffened. They say joy shared is doubled, but Varkan has an amazing talent for cutting that joy in half.
“Ah, by the way.”
Varkan, who was resting his head on her lap, turned around and put his hand inside his shirt. The object he took out was nothing more than a letter.
“Letter sent to you.”
Irel immediately recognized the familiar seal on the envelope.
“This is…”
“Do you still remember the letter I sent home last time?”
How can I forget? She still clearly remembers the embarrassment of being forced to read the letter's contents out loud
‘Love Varkan to death, please accept our marriage’
in front of him, as if it happened just yesterday.
"The wife's family has sent a reply. Read it."
Varkan looked at Irel's red face, glanced meaningfully through the hanging curls, and then handed the letter to her. Because his body temperature was hotter than normal people, the letter he gave also carried warmth. Irel touched it strangely and suddenly discovered a truth.
‘Is the envelope opened?’
Wait. Irel's head stiffened, turning towards Varkan. At her look of wordless disapproval, Varkan even raised an eyebrow, responding as if asking what she was looking at.
With that attitude, it was clear that he didn't feel guilty for reading the letter first.
‘What a shameless person.’
Okay. The fact that he censored the letter first is acceptable. But what made her dissatisfied was that he wasn't even willing to seal the opened envelope.
‘At least pretend to cover your eyes.’
But I don't know how to do it. She was in a situation similar to being captured by him. Irel sighed, pulled out the letter and scanned its contents.
"My beloved youngest daughter, my little star. Even though you have left our arms, the fact that you are still healthy gives me peace of mind. You are a lovely and kind child, so even that bastard will definitely..."
Irel was reading the letter with an unconscious homesickness when her tongue suddenly stiffened. What did you just read?
‘You, you bastard?’
Irel was extremely panicked. She knew her family loved her very much, but she didn't expect them to react so violently.
‘Did he hear it? That 'bastard' part?'
Of course Varkan heard. And perhaps he read it while censoring the mail. Maybe even multiple times.
Even though she knew that, Irel still couldn't help but look down to check Varkan's expression. Seeing that he still had the same unpredictable smile as before, he looked at her and urged her.
“Keep reading, read it out loud.”
This large man asked her to read again while resting his head on her lap. His voice sounded sweet as if pleading, but his eyes looking up at her showed no signs of smiling.
"Hurry up."
He knows he is in a superior position, but still constantly behaves like an alpha male who periodically determines hierarchy. Maybe it's because he comes from the slums, where strength means survival.
He treats Irel quite well, perhaps because he considers her an ally. But this favor depends entirely on his temporary wishes. Anytime he wants, Varkan has enough power to push her into a situation worse than death.
‘And he periodically drilled that truth into his head.’
She felt a bit sorry for herself. But in the current situation, she has no other choice.
His eyes stared at her, without blinking, as if stabbing her, causing Irel to weakly bow her head. Then she began to read the letter slowly, as instructed.
"Dear youngest daughter, little star. Even though you have left our arms, the fact that you are still healthy gives me peace of mind. You are a lovely and kind child, so even that bastard will definitely..."
Irel was reading the letter with an unconscious homesickness when her tongue suddenly stiffened. What did you just read?
‘You, you bastard?’
Irel was extremely panicked. She knew her family loved her very much, but she didn't expect them to react so violently.
‘Did he hear it? That 'bastard' part?'
Of course Varkan heard. And perhaps he read it while censoring the mail. Maybe even multiple times.
Even though she knew that, Irel still couldn't help but look down to check Varkan's expression. Seeing that he still had the same unpredictable smile as before, he looked at her and urged her.
“Keep reading, read it out loud.”
This large man asked her to read again while resting his head on her lap. His voice sounded sweet as if pleading, but his eyes looking up at her showed no signs of smiling.
"Hurry up."
He knows he is in a superior position, but still constantly behaves like an alpha male who periodically determines hierarchy. Maybe it's because he comes from the slums, where strength means survival.
He treats Irel quite well, perhaps because he considers her an ally. But this favor depends entirely on his temporary wishes. Anytime he wants, Varkan has enough power to push her into a situation worse than death.
‘And he periodically drilled that truth into his head.’
She felt a bit sorry for herself. But in the current situation, she has no other choice.
His eyes stared at her, without blinking, as if stabbing her, causing Irel to weakly bow her head. Then she began to read the letter slowly, as instructed.
"Honestly, I can't believe it. That scumbag... no, in any case, the fact that he didn't treat you badly. You were raised in a loving family, so you don't know, but that scumbag... he..."
This is crazy. How could she read such content in front of him?
‘he is a vulgar, low-class, cunning bastard’
?
Her parents were not stupid. They had anticipated that Varkan would censor this letter. Therefore, they used the harshest words and deepest sarcasm to vent their anger. They hope that, after reading this letter, the relationship between Varkan and her will break down.
Danger. The man lying lazily on her lap was as gorgeous and elegant as a peacock. But if you peel back the outer shell, he is a brutal villain who can massacre an entire noble family just because he is in a bad mood.
Realizing the extreme danger, Irel was forced to ignore or try to cover up all of Varkan's curses. As a result, there are not many complete sentences left.
"The fact that you want to marry that person... no, that man... is truly unbelievable. You know, marriage is a big deal that can change a person's entire life. For a family that loves you, discussing such an important matter through letters is too cruel."
"So, daughter, show me your face. I miss you so much."
Varkan, who had been listening in eerie silence, read the next sentence without looking. He did not hide the fact that he had read the letter so many times that he memorized the original content.
"The meeting place and time are also written at the end. That if they could just meet you, they could seriously consider this marriage."
What a thing
tolerance
surprisingly. Varkan openly quipped. He is also observant enough to know what to say
‘consider marriage’
Just sweet words to meet their daughter.
“You are loved
terrible
huh.”
Faced with the sarcastic words, Irel turned to look at him. He was still smiling, but looked extremely uncomfortable. It even seems a bit disgusting.
His and Irel's circumstances are worlds apart. Even though they had touched each other many times and shared the most private things, the distance between them was still vast. The letter sent to Irel once again engraved that truth in Varkan's mind.
[Ting! Varkan's favorability decreased by 4 points.]
This is crazy. Irel intended to fold the letter quickly. But Varkan opened his mouth first.
"You have to read it all. Why stop halfway?"
The voice was both gentle and cold. Feeling like if she didn't appease him immediately, he would cause something, Irel reluctantly reopened the letter.
"The meeting place is No. 12, Royal Street. And the conditions for discussing marriage are..."
"Only you come out alone. Without me."
Right? Varkan's eyes asked again, filled with danger.
If Irel went to meet her family alone following this letter, it was obvious what would happen. Her family will use every means, whether it's crying and persuading or forcibly dragging her away, to bring her home.
Varkan is quite satisfied with Irel, more than he shows. She is quick-witted and intelligent. Therefore, she always skillfully avoided the erratic temper that even he himself had difficulty controlling.
Plus, she knows how to cooperate, so why should he hate her? But Varkan never forgot.
‘Cooperative attitude’
Hers only comes from love and wanting to save her family.
So, how can we trust it?
"What is your opinion? You probably want to meet your family."
Varkan asked with a painted, elegant smile. But his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he were probing her.