Amal, sitting on my lap, hugs
from the front.
In simple terms, it’s the position of sitting face to face. Not in a indecent way.
I want you to take my words at face value. Not in a indecent way.
… It’s important, so I said it twice.
She buries her face in my neck and sniffs deeply.
“Do I sll?”
“No. It’s just that there’s a different scent mixed in. And it’s… ing.”
I can’t catch the end of her mumbled words, and I inadvertently tilt my head in confusion.
After a few seconds of sniffing, Amal suddenly looks up, not hiding her irritated eyes, and confronts
with a sharp voice.
“Andy-sama, I sll the scent of another woman on you.”
“Hah? What are you talking about?”
“… The scent is on you. The sll of soone other than
is clinging. Don’t tell , did you hold her in those arms? Did you embrace her and whisper love?”
“How did it co to that! I don’t rember anything like… ah.”
I recall the conversation in Johanna’s room earlier. At the end of the scene, Johanna approached and whispered in my ear. Could the scent have transferred then? No, could it really be just that?
Seeing my reaction, Amal’s eyes widen, and she bites her lip hard.
“Even though I am here for you, Andy-sama… Even though you wouldn’t lay a hand on , even when I… used that. I definitely admire you more than she does, Andy-sama. What am I lacking?!”
“No, it’s not like that, no, Johanna and I were just talking!”
Hearing those words, Amal slowly lowers her face.
It’s as if a mirage is wavering, sothing writhing.
A prickling sensation at the back of my neck, my heart racing as if warning
of danger.
“Just by talking, a scent gets transferred?”
Amal mutters as if spitting out the words.
At that, I’m left speechless.
I can’t talk about the content of my conversation with Johanna. At that mont, I curse my own inability to quickly lie.
“Johanna… Johanna Scotus! The dog of the order, descendant of plunderers and conquerors. How dare you…!”
Dark shadows fall upon her blood-like crimson eyes, and Amal growls.
“… Amal?”
“Andy-sama, you said before to tell you if sothing bothers … I hate the idea of another woman taking you away. I hate the thought of you touching her, talking to her, laughing with her. I don’t want to hand you over to anyone. Even if you desire soone else, I absolutely, absolutely won’t!”
I watch in stunned silence as Amal’s fierce transformation unfolds.
Fanatical affection, obsession, it’s what’s driving Amal.
What’s left when the heart fuels the passions and they burn out? Ash, or dust?
Or perhaps, a hatred as hard and condensed as coal.
* * *
It was an unusually serene night.
After that, I began preparing for bed without any further conversation with Amal.
She glanced at
repeatedly as if gauging my mood, but I pretended not to notice.
Amal repeated this several tis, each ti looking like she was about to cry.
Of course, I hadn’t co to dislike her. It’s just that I didn’t know how to interact with her right now.
Amal removed her robe and was left in her chemise. I also took off my top, leaving my upper body bare, and changed my pants.
That’s when,
“… Andy-sama”
she called my na with a trembling, fragile voice.
At the clear sound of her voice, my heart skipped a beat.
Without looking at , Amal hesitated, retracting and stretching out her hand multiple tis.
After a beat, she stretched out her hand decisively and I reflexively brushed it off.
“Ah… Andy-sama?”
Amal looked frozen, alternating her gaze between her brushed-off hand and my face, not moving an inch.
After several seconds, as if finally comprehending the situation, her face turned pale, and she looked like it was the end of the world.
“I’m sorry, Andy-sama. If Amal did sothing wrong, I apologize. Please forgive , please.”
Amal sat down on the cold stone floor, prostrating herself and begging for forgiveness over and over like in prayer.
“Stop it, you don’t have to do that!”
“No, no! Let go! Please let go! If I don’t apologize, Andy-sama will go far away. You’ll go to that woman Johanna. You’ll surely forget about , the abominable child! Andy-sama, don’t go. Don’t leave
behind…!”
I rember how she beca ntally unstable and delirious before over Katy’s matter. But this ti, it seed even deeper rooted.
It was as if she couldn’t even see
standing right in front of her.
“Amal! Look at ! Look at !”
Sohow I manage to embrace the thrashing Amal. I hold her cheeks and make her face mine. She continues to sob, tears streaming down her face as I call her na, Amal, over and over.
After a while, the light returns to her vacant eyes, and recognizing my presence, she stops resisting, seemingly relieved.
“… I’m sorry, Andy-sama.”
“No need to apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sorry for brushing you off. I was just surprised. Can you forgive , Amal?”
“Yes! I forgive you! So, please, don’t go anywhere!”
“Alright, I understand. Stand up now. Your nightgown is covered in dust. Oh, and it’s on your face too.”
I help Amal stand and brush the dust off her chemise. Then, I gently wipe the dirt from her cheeks and forehead.
Although she didn’t understand why I had brushed her off, she begged for forgiveness, thinking she was at fault. She was shocked and sad that I had rejected her, and she still cried, begging
not to go. In order to connect her only thread, she did the prostrate without hesitation. She feels intense anger at herself for letting this happen.
With one action from , it collapses like a Jenga ga. Amal depends on
that much.
Was she spending her days relying on her connection with
as her lifeline?
…There, i caught a glimpse of the darkness in Amal’s heart.
Author’s Note : The girl’s darkness entangles her legs like sludge and sinks forever.
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