The story begins with the sad plight of the heroine, a princess trapped in a tower.
The young heroine loses her parents and is raised in a tower by her adoptive parents.
Before she starves to death due to severe abuse, the heroine is discovered by the male hero who happens to be passing by the tower, and the two quickly become close.
However, when her adoptive parents find out, they become angry and try to kill him.
The hero uses his power to kill the heroine's adoptive parents and save the heroine.
The hero faces an unexpected trial.
“The author of this book is called Madame Cosette, and her books are so different in subject matter and background that I wonder who she is?”
“Would you like to meet her?”
“I don’t even know if Cosette is her real name, and the last time she published anything was ten years ago.”
“I have retired.”
A decade without a book made me think she had no intention of writing anymore.
“Plus, her latest work is unfinished, an unconventional love story about a noblewoman and a ghost!”
Boom!
Just then there was a loud crash outside the hall, the sound of a sharp tool breaking.
Dale looked sharply at the door.
“Dale.”
“Everyone went home.”
Then what was that sound?
"…… thief?"
Dale got up and started toward the door, so I ran up to him and grabbed him.
“Dale!”
“Now, wait a minute, if you leave me, I can’t protect myself, my strength is minimal!”
“…….”
Dale, who was staring at me, nodded.
“This will be uncomfortable.”
Dale grabbed me and lifted me up.
Is it right to be hugged like this?
While I was confused, Dale held his breath and watched the doorway.
His eyes seemed to glow like a monster in a cave.
He picked me up and looked out.
There was no one there.
Dale tore off the cufflinks of his shirt and threw them down the hallway, and I heard them hit the wall.
After making sure it was safe, Dale put me down and frowned.
“We'll have to install magic lights.”
All the other furniture was installed quickly, but we couldn't get enough lights.
Dale sighed and looked at me apologetically.
“I'm sorry.
Wouldn't it be better if the employees lived at home?”
Dale asked seriously.
He was looking at my shoulder.
I was shaking and didn't notice it.
Why was I shaking?
"I'm very sorry."
“Don't be sorry, Dale, it's not your fault, it wouldn't have made any difference, I'm not afraid of thieves or anything.”
“I don't mind if you're honest with me.”
“I mean, what I don’t like is…….”
But Dale still had a dark look on his face.
“Actually, a vase fell out of nowhere a few days ago too, so…….”
“So.”
He looked at me solemnly, as if he were eavesdropping on a secret conversation on which the existence of a nation depended.
It was as if he opened his senses and focused his attention on me.
“……That’s why I was so scared, I thought it was a ghost!”
"ghost?"
Dale's eyes widened.
"……ghost?"
“People die when you kill them, but ghosts are already dead and can't be killed again!”
“…….”
“I hate ghosts the most in this world.”
Dale looked at me with a look of realization.
I didn't expect it to be for this reason.
“What's wrong?”
“I didn't know that.”
Dale shook his head.
“I'm sure Enya is…….”
“I don't think so...”
Dale turned his head, hesitating, looking a little shaken.
“Wait a minute, Dale, that's weird.”
She grabbed Dale's arm as he moved forward.
I felt his thick muscles instantly harden.
He looked at me, his face red.
once again.
I knew it would be red, because.
“Dale, you have a fever!”
* * *
Beep, beep, beep
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
“Thirty-nine and a quarter degrees.”
The number on the magic stone thermometer rose rapidly.
She stared at Dale, who was lying still.
He appeared to have his hands and feet tied.
She sat down next to Dale's bed and sighed heavily.
His dark hair was wet with sweat and his face and body glowed from the heat.
'I wonder where he was going and exaggerating that.'
I gave him the fever reducer and sighed again.
I couldn't believe I let my fever get that high.
It was only mental strength that kept him standing.
Any normal person would have collapsed already.
How did he do that?
"Dale, why didn't you say anything?
You should have said you were sick!"
Decorative bed in the newlyweds' bedroom.
The first person to lie down on him was unknowingly Dale.
He looked at me with an uneasy look, like someone uncomfortable occupying this bed alone.
Is he uncomfortable with me……or is he afraid I will take advantage of Dale’s illness and do something to him?
Why is he looking at me so fidgety?
Dale looked at me, looking as weak as a puppy for the first time today, and said softly
“I'm sorry.”
"For me?
You have nothing to be sorry for, Dale.
You should be sorry for your body and the abuse you've been subjected to."
She changed the wet cloth on Dale's forehead.
I had to change it often due to the amount of heat it generated.
Thinking about it, Dale deserved to be sick.
No, it's strange that he's never been sick before.
He's had such a stressful schedule that it's a miracle he's not sick now.
He's been like this ever since he met me, maybe even before we met.
‘Overworking is not Dale’s fault…….
Why is the Emperor strong and Dale sick, this is frustrating.”
I looked at Dale and clutched my chest.
Puff puff.
‘He looks so weak…….’
Why didn't I realize Dale was sick?
I could smell his illness.
He was not sick because of a cold or pain in his body.
'The wound on his shoulder was not treated properly, and it could have turned into a serious infection.'
He didn't tell me how he got it, but his wound was festering. seriously.
I didn't realize that.
Dale's wound was about to fester.
My sense of smell is good enough to tell me.
I knew when my brother was hurt.
So why didn't Dale tell me?
Why?
“Enya”
"Uh, uh, what?
Why, Dale?"
I was almost lost in thought, but Dale's voice brought me back to reality.
“I sweat a lot, so I'm dirty.”
“Do I smell bad?”
Shamsham.
I thought I washed well?
I smelled my wrists, but they didn't smell weird.
“It's not you, Enya, it's me…my scent.”
"Absolutely not.
Sleeping Beauty doesn't smell like that."
“…….”
Dale's face flushed even more, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
Exhale short, intermittently.
“Dale's body works hard, that's why he sweats.
So don't let that bother you.”
“Not me, Enya.”
"Yes.
I'm fine.
I gave you some medicine, and you'll be more comfortable now, so don't worry too much.
Sleep well at night.
I'll make sure Dale will be okay because I'll stay by your side."
“Not that…….”
“You swear, no matter what?”
Dale blushed and lowered his voice.