You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 392

The lovely and unique touch did not end with that... Because he continued to speak stopping any intent I had of retrieving his hand.

"Concern... I wish for you to forbid it... For no harm will be allowed on you if I am here..." — He said, stroking my eyebrow trying to diminish our stiff frown that, with surprise, tensed slightly and yet loosened its conflict to his actions. Much more as the thumb ca back to trace the length of our nose, even touching a bit of our lip before retrieving his hand from our dazed expression. — "... On the other side...-!... O-on the other side, it will be any who dares to harm you who ought to feel this frightened, my lady."

’... ah... R-right...’ — Staring down at him who crouched to talk to , thanks to the unpredictable touch he had given us, even my current gasps felt fine to deal with as I felt bashful.

Observing the hand of his that covered the one of mine that still was grasping his manly palm.... wanting to still have it in my other hand, I moved to hold them all together. Probably still lightly frowning while closing my eyes, trying to focus... but less chaotic in my thoughts and more under control than a mont ago.

’I’m... I’m really really sorry... I-I don’t k-know what to do with myself, kinky...’ — I said heartfully, opening my eyes to look at him... Who was attentively waiting for our gazes to et to smile softly and fondly at us... Producing in the need to say the thanks he deserved as the bare minimum... without voice but with re modulation that wouldn’t be finished because my mouth had more trouble this ti moving.

— ..th...— Was all I managed to try telling. Because as I paused to amass the force, the treatnt Talmhach was preparing was ready.

"Alright. Your Highness, Precious Ninth, do let give aid now." — Serious, the man ca near with a pair of what I would call ointnts... which I could only glance at from the side of my eye because my blood froze to said aid he ntioned.

"Do give it... Yet I am to stay and watch the treatnt." — Standing the Crown prince said severe to the doctor, letting keep hold of one of his hands even as he talked to the man.

"Well... If there is no opposition from the Ninth none will co from ." — Polite, Talmhach announced with a bow, coming near as it was obvious I wasn’t going to release kinky’s hand, asking permission to take a look at my leg first. — "Do permit to take a look at the wound first as I see His Highness has achieved your relaxation."

"..."

"..." — The peek I gave the crown prince before showing the wound to the doctor was replied with a slight turn of his head, that even appeared embarrassed as I was.

Nevertheless, I didn’t let go of his hand... I don’t care if it’s him who sees it... So I allowed the doctor to do his job while holding onto his hand... much more after the doctor announced it was going to need stitches. Which when looking at it was obvious... But I wasn’t in a state where I wanted to think of such oppressive things.

"This might frighten the Ninth... yet it is necessary... I am to stitch your wound for it is deep..."

"?!?" — ’WHAT?!’

"What do you an stitch it. That will leave-"

"Your Highness." — With a severe expression the doctor recklessly interrupted kinky, who appeared as alard as I was. — "It is necessary or an infection or a worse appearance will be left."

’... Appearance?? Infection???’

"... use sothing so she won’t feel it."

"I have prepared it in advance."

The squeeze returning my hand’s was what I appreciated the most after he requested what scared the greatly.

Receiving stitches in a ti and place such as this novel’s made think imdiately that pain was sure to co.

I knew there would be no anaesthesia, but even then I didn’t want to feel completely the needle I saw the doctor take so ready to stab .

He ca with the ointnt I saw him prepare that was used as anaesthesia. Clear with a light blue shade, the ointnt was applied on and around the wound after the doctor had cleaned it even further than the Duke.

"This is made with indigo hoof and porcelain carcass. Both are taken from antique creatures that if smashed and mixed together with the aid of heat and so pure water, they beco an effective numbing ointnt. It is a truly expensive and rare dicine used in severe wounds and openings... If not for it is the Ninth..." — The Doctor said, glancing cautiously at us while I was focused on how horrible my leg looked.

The information was slowly processed, and I felt thankful for being who we were in this novel more than annoyed... unlike the crown prince.

"If she wasn’t the ninth you would still have to use it." — He said, making the doctor go back to look at my wound right after. — "Pay attention. How’s the wound. How many stitches will the lady need."

"... at a minimum ten... Maybe twelve I would say."

’!?? T-ten?? No, nono, if it’ll still hurt I don’t want to, kinky!!’ — Impressed by the number, I looked up at the crown prince of whom I was clinging to, although this ti to his arm, because I’m sure this still will hurt, and I won’t be able to take it if they don’t knock off.

"Ninth, do calm down."

’Please, tell him not to!’ — I shook my head, really unwilling... Grabbing him as hard as I could to beg him even though I could see this attitude wasn’t helping at all the situation but I still didn’t want to go through it.

It was as I desperately closed my eyes in a prayer that I felt his hand cover my ear, taking my head as if to protect it while coming closer to limit my vision, pulling lightly... so my forehead would lean on his torso, squeezing my hand as he spoke to the royal physician.