“At home, there are medicinal herbs.”
“Then, immediately...!”
“I don’t allow Your Majesty to enter.
I can go alone and treat myself… Ah, that’s enough.”
“You mean you're going to walk like this?”
Yasiris did not back down despite Kazan's scolding and frowning face.
She was in a cold sweat from the pain, and her voice was broken, but her eyes were alive as she stared at him with a sharp look.
“Even if my body is exhausted, I don’t want to help you.
And I don’t want to let Your Majesty enter my house.”
“There are other things to be stubborn about!
I'll take you there, so come on...”
“So bossy?”
As Yasiris screamed and pressed her stomach, she swallowed her moans.
When Kazan saw her body bending and tried to get closer to support her, she raised her right arm and aimed at him.
The dagger was still in Ichares' hand.
“Everything you do as you wish.
You judge for yourself, decide for yourself, and act for yourself.
I hate it because Your Majesty does this.”
"Do not touch my body without my permission.
And do not come to my house.
We have nothing more to discuss, so go back to Ozevia."
Yasiris said coldly and turned around.
She began to move with heavy steps, holding her stomach with her arm.
But her faltering body did not follow her will correctly.
She had lost more blood than she expected, so her breathing became labored and her head was spinning.
As Yasiris advanced with unsteady steps, Kazan, who had been silent, finally opened his mouth.
“Yisaris Tinilath.”
Yasiris stopped at this dry call, but she did not turn around.
She imagined that Kazan might make fun of her condition or sarcastically say, “See?”, which made her even more nervous.
Therefore, Yasiris never expected him to take such a servile attitude.
“I won't do anything.
Didn't I swear to protect you?
I won't touch you more than is permitted, and I won't treat you harshly.
I...”
Kazan's voice cracked at the end.
When Yasiris turned around after feeling a slight tremor, she saw a man lowering his head miserably.
The shadows were adding darkness to her dark vision, so she could not see his expression.
All she could notice was that Kazan was clenching his fist so hard that blood was almost pouring from his left arm, which he had cut for the oath.
I…
The conversation stopped at this point.
After a few seconds, the sound continued with a different structure.
“…Let me help you recover.
I beg of you.”
Yasiris's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected words.
As Emperor, he commanded, not begged, and she swore she had never seen Kazan beg for anything before.
But now, because of her injury, Kazan just begs to be allowed to help her.
Yasiris felt an indescribable feeling.
At first, she felt funny and sarcastic, then she felt alienated.
Because an arrogant man can only take this position for one reason.
“It seems that Your Majesty really cares about me.
Even you are begging like this.”
Kazan did not answer, and Yasiris did not know whether her tone was surprised or sarcastic.
He kept staring blankly at the blood that sprayed on the ground, lowering his head.
Yasiris wondered what he was thinking, but she didn't ask on purpose.
She didn't want to know why he looked so tired and broken.
But since she needed help, she uttered words of agreement.
“Okay, take me to the door of the room.
I will tell you the location, so bring the herbs as well.”
"…Good."
Kazan answered with difficulty in his voice, then approached Yasiris slowly.
He examined the wound with a grim face as if he was the one injured, then carefully extended his hand to her back.
His movement was so slow that it made Yasiris, who hated his touch, feel uncomfortable.
He stopped just before touching her and took a deep breath, making her wonder what he was doing.
Just when Yasiris was about to say something out of impatience, Kazan's hand touched her body.
He paused for a moment because of the realistic sensation, then he pressed his mouth hard and lifted Yasiris with the motion of carrying the princess.
“Ah…”
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“I can handle it.”
Yasiris tried to calm her breathing as much as possible.
The load seemed to be worth it, as it was much less painful than standing on her own.
Kazan looked at her face for a moment, then began to move.
He was careful not to let his steps affect her, and he crossed the courtyard without a sound.
Knock-
Yasiris opened the door of the house they arrived at quickly.
Still carried in Kazan's arms, she guided him towards the bedroom.
“That's enough.
Drop me here.”
“Wouldn't it be better if I put you to bed?”
“I do not want to let Your Majesty enter my room.”
“It will be difficult to wrap bandages alone.”
“...to the living room sofa then.”
Kazan nodded and went back the way he came.
The hand that placed Yaris on the wide sofa was very careful.
“Where are the herbs?”
“When you go into that hallway, the second room is the storeroom.
What you need to bring is...”
“I'll bring everything you used and you take care of me.
Is there anything else you need?”
“That's enough.”
Pain relievers, antipyretics, and anything that helps the wound heal.
Thanks to his excellent memory, Kazan meticulously collected the herbs, and also brought back the healing kit that caught his eye, then returned to Yasiris.
While the wound was being treated, they didn't talk much.
Sometimes they exchanged words related to the wound or just short phrases.
Yasiris felt this was strange and embarrassing.
Even after she gave him small tasks, Kazan carried out her requests seriously without any complaints or sarcasm, which made her feel like a stranger.
He should have revealed his true nature by now.
He was supposed to scold her, threaten her, or say hateful words, but he didn't.
“Yasaris.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
It's finally here.
Yasiris mentally prepared herself and looked at Kazan.
She intended to fire him immediately if he said a single inappropriate word.
She was almost waiting for this.
But Kazan's behavior contradicted her expectations again.
“Yasaris.”
"Yes."
“Yasaris.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Yasaris.”
“…Please talk.”
Yasiris looked annoyed at Kazan, who repeated her name unnecessarily many times.
After she asked him not to call her by an intimate title, he now began calling her by her full name according to his desire.
It was a different feeling from the time when he had only called her Empress.
How was he different?
The atmosphere in Kazan was strange.
He had never called her by name before, but his face looking at her as if recalling a dear past was annoying.
What were the words that followed?
“Don't be in pain.”
Yasiris felt a shiver.
She was not used to Kazan's affectionate tone.
She unconsciously tried to retreat, but she was lying on the sofa and could not move away.
When she tensed her body, she frowned due to the pain that penetrated the painkillers, then responded deliberately coldly.
“I don't want to be in pain either.”
"correct."
“But since Your Majesty did not listen to my words, I had no other choice.”
"I'm sorry."
“Really… what?”
For a moment, Yasiris thought she had heard wrong.
Sorry?
Kazan Tinilath could not have said such a word, in such a submissive manner.
In this unreal situation, she forgot what she intended to say.
The injury was in her abdomen, but she felt as if she had been hit on the head.
When she looked at him with a stunned face due to her failure to control her expression, the next blow came.
"If I had known you would be hurt, I wouldn't have approached.
But it's a late excuse, isn't it?
If you want, you can stab me as much as you got hurt or more.
I won't dodge and I'll bleed just like you."
"… Are you serious?"
“Yes.
So, if you have to see blood in the future, stab me instead.
Don’t hurt your body.”
Isaris opened and closed her mouth several times.
At this point, she didn't know what to say at all.
She thought she knew her husband well, but for a moment she no longer understood what he was thinking.
How can a person change in such a contradictory way in such a short time?
Even before she hurt herself, he was acting as if he was going to kidnap her and trap her.
Is he really afraid of hurting her to this extent?
Yasiris looked at Kazan with a confused face.
His red eyes surrounded by dark circles were looking at her wound.
Despite his usual emotionless expression, there was a strange sadness and resignation coming through.
He treated her but did not take care of himself, as blood was flowing from his left arm and congealing on it.
Kazan said she could stab him, but he himself had lost a lot of blood.
Tinilath's blood.
Yasiris suddenly remembered Lina's words.
She didn't know why she suddenly felt the effects of the side effects of Tenilath's ability.
The truth is that it can purify it.