Chapter 118
Translator: wuttisyun
At this point, there was no reason for Amor to kill or poison . But I could not leave things to chance.
‘No, in fact, I was never on your side to begin with. Ha ha ha!’
I would be really shocked if he suddenly shouted that.
But eventually, nothing happened to my body. In addition, Amor never told what I had taken. It was obviously not poison but I still felt a little uncomfortable.
“I’m giving you this.”
I took a glance at his palm.
“… It looks like what I ate just now.”
“That’s right.”
I did eat that. I wanted to ask him more about his strange behaviour today.
“Can you stop looking at like that and just take it? This is precious, you know.”
As if noticing my expression, Amor smiled and tilted his head.
“Well, you just said that it was dangerous.”
He then furrowed his eyebrows before bluntly chiding for taking his joke seriously.
“Even if it’s precious, how do you expect to accept it when I don’t know what it is? Can you please just tell ?”
“It’s sothing that’ll help you.”
“Help? I just ate it and nothing happened.”
“Who said so?”
“What?”
His eyes that were staring at were slightly curled. He must think it was too troubleso to help understand.
“It’s a relief you’re not looking in a mirror.”
Lifting his hand slowly, he tapped on my cheek before gently pulling my bandage off and tilting his chin. While I stared at him anxiously, he smiled at tenderly. He then grabbed a vial that a vine was holding before placing the drug inside.
“Take it.”
He whispered quietly in the room that held just the two of us. He told it was dangerous but he also told to use it.
A few days later, I visited Amor again. And that was only because I had been flustered during my last visit and could not ask what I had planned on asking.
It was all because of the thingI suddenly ate. I still did not know its effects.
“What else can it be if it isn’t dicine or poison?”
“And why are you asking?”
“Just because. I was curious.”
I answered honestly. His covers had the aroma of tea and the fragrance of wild flowers. There was always the pleasant sll of a forest whenever I was around Amor. It was funny because he could not even step into one.
Just like Fleon who liked to keep himself clean, his sheets were always neat whenever I visited. Perhaps this was Amor’s habit.
“Haven’t you already seen everything there is? I don’t have anything else to show you.”
He folded his arms before blinking.
“Ah, I’m helping the Templars of Fertility improve their harvests. It gives a strange feeling, sending them ripe fruits every single ti they ask.”
“Is brother the only templar around?”
“I am. I’m the only Templar of Plants. Co to think of it, you.”
Amor examined closely.
“The fruit that chases away the hounds must have run out.”
“You’re right.”
He clicked his tongue before holding my wrist. A black fruit suddenly flew in from nowhere. His hand was fiddling with the bracelet dangling on my left wrist. I watched as the fruit lted into a thick liquid before seeping into the bracelet.
“… I don’t just make poison.”
“I know. I know you can make antidotes and you even made a charm to drive hounds away.”
It felt like I already knew what he wanted to say so I smiled more clearly. Amor stared at smiling before slightly raising the corner of his lips.
Although he always had a fierce expression, his movents gave him a softer impression making him look grumpy instead.
“Did you know? I can also make a concoction that can ‘erase your mories’.”
“My mories?”
“To be more precise, it’s sothing that erases one of your most unforgettable mories.”
From his words, it sounded like magic. I an, it sounded more like a god’s ability than magic.
“… Why did you make it?”
“Why do you think I made it?”
He curled his eyes gently. His cloudy green eyes still looked cold but there was a boyish jewel-like glint in them as well. His following smile was then as refreshing as a sumr forest and as soft as a feather.
‘Try to guess.’
His green eyes shifted towards as if waiting for to leave. I placed my hand over my other.
“I’m not sure.”
As he scrutinised , it reminded of the day I first t him. Instead of making eye contact , I lowered my head.
… It felt like I had unintentionally heard his secret.
“I don’t know.”
I did not think I should try to guess.
It was just a hunch but… I did not think he was not looking for an answer.
“You’re no fun.”
“Haha. You should have told if you wanted an interesting answer. I have an older brother who has a knack for saying nonsense.”
“The 6th Prince?”
He returned to his usual expression and answered bluntly.
“You look like you’re having fun when you talk about him.”
“How can that be? I think you got it wrong. Don’t I sound irritated or annoyed?”
How could I have fun talking about Fleon? Just yesterday I had another unfortunate incident where I had to place an ice pack to my cheek.
‘When will he grow up…’
I reminisced about yesterday’s event in the blink of an eye.
Blink.
I could feel an ache growing in my temple. The pain that quickly spread pierced like a lightning strike.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah. I-it’s nothing. I was just thinking for a second.”
In pain, I lifted my finger before pressing down on my temple hard and releasing it.
It was strange.
I was pretty sure my body was insensitive to any kind of pain. But this pain that was now spreading down my spine felt like soone had inserted a needle down into my head. I focused on other thoughts to forget about the pain that gradually subsided.
When it hurt, did he cure his pain with dicine he made himself?
Fleon would get severely sick about once a year. Every ti that happened, both Dane and I would go visit him in his palace. Fleon did not like the commotion but he did not dislike our visits.
‘When you’re sick, anyone will feel weak.’
That was true but what about Amor? Was there anyone in this palace who could hold his hand during such tis? There was only a one year difference between him and Fleon. And with this one year difference, he beca the only strong templar of his kind left in their Empire.
They were of the sa blood. But one’s power divided their fate.
“What’s wrong with your expression?”
I had been groaning inwardly. I wished I was a strong templar like Amor or an excellent knight like Lord Ray. How great would it be to be soone who had the ability to prevent the misfortunes of such tragic events?
Would my life be any different if I could at least block the sword that Castor struck?
As ti passed and I beca an adult, I thought I could do anything but better. However, the world only considered those who endured and persevered ‘adults’.
I was an adult but I did not want to be an adult. Misfortune was sad and dying was sad too. And I was afraid of the sadness and pain that might appear in my future. I wanted to be soone who could remain unwavering and protect everything even against the blowing winds. And I was sad that I could not be that. I felt like vomitting sowhere.
Who would accept my childish naivety?
“Brother…”
And who would accept your childish naivety when you were as lonely as ?
“Are you alright? You look pale. If you’re sick anywhere, I’ll give you dicine…”
I shook my head slowly.
“There are too many depressing things around .”
Too many.
He paused. His green eyes turned towards again.
“Are you… talking about ?”
I took his hand.
“I wasn’t just talking about you, brother. But you are included.”
Amor stared at . It was hard to read into whatever he was thinking.
Soon after, he smiled before tilting his head.
“Then how about you give sothing other than compassion and sympathy?”
The vines that moved instead of his hands lifted up. Sohow, he looked angry, sad and happy all at once. His angry smile gradually grew closer.
“Then what can I give you, brother?”
“I’m not sure.”
His thin, light, azure blue hair was swaying in the wind. He smiled clearly before opening his dry lips.
“Call my na.”
“…..”
I whipped my head up.
“Call ‘Amor’.”
His soft cold fingers squeezed mine for a mont. His fingers sank into my wrist.
“Now.”
Amor straightened his back before putting his hands together. In this silence, only his eyes were moving.
“… Hurry.”
As if angry at for urging him but not keeping my end of the deal, he whipped his head around.
“Brother.”
“Enough.”
Amor spat out.
“If anyone else can hear this, they’ll think I’m granting you an Amasia (middle na)”
Amor was no longer looking at . But I held him in my gaze before letting out a low sigh. I continued staring at him.
“Amasia… is a na only lovers living together can call each other. Of course I can’t call you sothing like that.”
His expression was indifferent and harsh as if whatever I said ant nothing to him but I could not say the sa about myself.
To call him by his na. In this world, especially in this Empire, ant a lot. In the novel, Castor only allowed Rusbella to call him by his na. It was especially aningful to call an Imperial family mber by their na.
“This, holds aning to you, right, brother?”
I whispered softly but firmly.
“No.”
“Liar.”
I did not know him like that.
“Don’t say that.”
Amor stared at . It was hard to believe but he looked neither sad nor happy.
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