TL: I think last ti I didn’t say it clear enough. But my hiatus will start after I complete this novel (hopefully I’ll finish it in 3 months).
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And that was not all. Seria’s hand, completely against her will, began to slide into Lesche’s shirt without resistance. The hand moved of its own accord, as if it wanted to peel off Lesche imdiately.
“What are you doing?”
Though Lesche’s reaction was more perplexing.
He stared, alternating between Seria’s face and her hands. Her hands, which had lost their strength, slid down the buttoned shirt without success, and she began to unbutton them one by one herself.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
Contrary to what he had heard, Lesche’s eyes were completely fixed on Seria. How surprised she was even in a situation where she was half out of her mind….
It was fortunate that there were only Susan and Abigail in the bedroom.
Susan left with Abigail, smiling with relief, and the doctor hurriedly examined Seria as if he didn't know where to put his eyes and left the bedroom.
The faithful doctor didn’t forget to say a few words to Lesche before he went out.
“You must be patient for at least two days." (*poor Lesche?)
Seria fully understood why he dared to say those words. That was how tightly her body was attached to Lesche. By that ti she could have guessed the cause of this crazy situation.
“This is caused by the side effects. A side effect of the power. You hear ?”
“I hear you, Seria.”
"……."
Seria’s body was like a can that was now completely empty.
She was so horrified by Liegel and the demons, she used all her strength in her body and released all her sacred power when Tuban said to use as much as power as she could.
The emptied power went up quickly, but it was not without side effects.
But, if she had known the side effects would be sothing like this…
Tuban said Seria was the only Stern with moon’s blood, and that the Berg was a family that had kept moon’s bones as heirlooms. That was why her body madly wanted Berg's master…
As a result, her body now seed to hate that Lesche was wearing clothes.
Because of the hands that were constantly trying to take it off without success, in a matter of minutes, Lesche took off his jacket himself.
He leaned over Seria to make it easier for her to touch him.
“The side effects of the sacred power are too promiscuous.” (Lesche)
“Please…." (Seria)
Seria really wanted to cry. In the anti, her hands groped his tight muscles.
She didn't want to touch Lesche like a pervert to this extent.
But her body, contrary to her mind, was desperately clinging to Lesche.
The silk gown that Susan must have put on her had long since fallen to the floor.
Every ti her knees or thighs grazed Lesche’s body, his hands would tighten as he endured the temptation. Her back shuddered as Lesche let out a low sigh.
“Are you torturing your husband who had a hard ti rescuing you?”
“It seems so….Don't question , question my divine power.”
“You want to question your divine power?”
Lesche then buried his face on her neck and held her waist tightly.
“….. what are you doing?" (Seria)
“You said I need to question your power.”
“You’re questioning it or teasing ?”
On the other hand, the side effects of the senseless power were deplored even in such a situation, and both hands were touching Lesche’s body. She wanted to take her hands away. Lesche had a look of great amusent on his face.
“You are right about the side effects. When I do this, you usually just push away.” (Lesche)
“…….”
“I really like it, but you don't like it so much? I wish you would do this every day." (Lesche)
"Really, you are……." (Seria)
Lesche, smiling, hugged Seria with force as he trapped her in his arms.
Seria’s lips were perfectly stuck to Lesche’s cheek. Was it because she could feel a faint divine power from Lesche’s body? Apart from her desire easing off, the expression on his face didn’t unravel easily.
She could feel his heart beating faster. It felt strange to see his cheeks turning pale.
“Lesche.”
Seria asked.
"How long was I out?"
“It hasn't been more than three days. Are you feeling dizzy?"
“I'm fine."
Seria hesitated and asked.
“Did it take long to rescue ?"
Lesche lifted his upper body and looked at Seria.
"It didn't take very long."
Around that point, Seria’s hands finally started to listen a little to her will. She hurriedly cupped Lesche’s cheek, delighted. Lesche chuckled and asked,
“Do your hands want to touch my face now?”
“This is my will. I wanted to touch it earlier."
Lesche covered the back of Seria’s hand as he asked.
“Why?"
“Your face looks gaunt. Were there that many demons under the sacred tree?"
“There weren't that many."
“Then what happened?"
“I was afraid you were dead.”
"……."
Lesche smiled with a twisted expression.
“What if you were already dead the whole ti I was coming in? That was all I could think about. I thought I was going crazy and d*mn it …. I hate to even say this.”
He looked into Seria’s shaky eyes and frowned.
“I'm not angry, Seria.”
"……."
The words, which were nothing, spread a stiff pain in Seria’s heart. It was similar to the strange pain in her chest when I heard Tuban’s answer.
“Lesche.”
Seria looked up at him and opened her mouth.
“I promised to marry you first in the past.”
Lesche just stared at her without saying anything.
“But we never got married because we both died early. You even brought so jewelry, saying it was a wedding gift.”
The bright blue jewels were still vivid in her eyes.
"I guess the power of Stern was too much for in the past. I didn't get along with my family, and it was the sa then. So I wished to leave it all behind and run away, and Tuban listened to my wish.”
Seria had died young in her previous life. She thought she died early because she was just unlucky, but after hearing Tuban's story, she couldn't stay in the world for long, so her life span was short.
Of course, she had no family there.
“I hear it's ti to be gone …. Still, it doesn't feel very good to think about it."
Especially the first life where Lesche and she died early.
Lesche clasped Seria’s hands and kissed the back of her hand and asked.
"What kind of idiot was I in the past that left you behind?”
"Well? I could have died first."
"Then I guess I followed you. I see I wasn’t completely stupid.”
"What in the world are you talking about, so old-fashioned practice?"
"Old-fashioned? I'm serious."
Seria burst out laughing. Lesche smiled gently, ran his fingers over her cheeks, and said,
"Don't dwell on it alone, Seria."
“…….”
"If you really want to, I'd like you to talk to as you do now. You don't like it?”
“No.”
Seria shook her head weakly.
“I'll tell you. Can you hear everything?"
“You still don't seem to know well enough to know that I'm going crazy for wanting to hear you talk.”
“What a ……. Why would you say that?"
A few laughs ca out.
It was important for soone to say sothing light about her heavy thoughts.
On the other hand, it also made her realize how unsuitable the word short-lived was with this strong and robust man.
As she touched Lesche’s face, she rembered Tuban’s answer.
“Why did you have Lesche’s face?”
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