“…….. Really?”
Leshak put his hand behind his back and Sidris placed a bow and arrow in it. Leshak walked forward with the arrow on the string.
It was strange. Leshak, who had made such an exuberant expression just before, was rather insensitive now. It was like he couldn’t feel anything.
“Do not come closer! I’ll kill him!”
“No way.”
Leshak said such simple words, as if he was talking to himself.
“I will kill him!”
The Man of Mjab moved his sword. The sharp tip of the sword cut Radan’s neck.
Slice!-
His skin was sliced shallowly and his blood splattered.
“Hey, back off!”
Leshak protested.
“Radan. Don’t move.”
“Majesty…….”
“I will never let you die.”
Radan substituted a nod with his voice.
“Yes, My Lord.”
His throat was burning, but he wasn’t scared. He was sad when Leshak strangled him, but it wasn’t scary.
Leshak will not let him kill me as long as the blindfold tightly hides my true identity. –
“Get back!”
The Man of Mjab pulled Radan tighter and pressed the back of his sword against his skin.
He couldn’t tell what Prince Leshak was thinking as he aimed his bow at him with such a calm face. He had called a tailor to make new clothes for him, but he didn’t show any emotions when he saw that he was taken hostage.
Because of this bizarre turn of events, he had to use Radan as a shield. The Man of Mjab desperately held onto Radan with such a thought. Without taking his eyes off Crown Prince Leshak’s arrowhead, he continued to step backwards.
Then, at some point…
Swish!-
Leshak released the string.
The arrow flew at an eye-opening speed and…
“…. …!”
…It was pierced in the center of the Man of Mjab’s forehead.
Ting!-
The Man of Mjab, who’s eyes were still open, dropped his sword first and fell to the ground.
Thump!-
The commotion that he had caused ended like it had never been.
Sensitive to the fact that Radan’s ears couldn’t see, Leshak stood up and rushed to his side.
“Radan!”
His body was trembling. Radan buried his cheek in Leshak’s chest and let out a long breath. He was safe now. He has to stay with this person again.
“You are hurt again!”
Radan felt Leshak’s hand stroking the bloody wound on his neck.
“Again.”
Radan could feel the remorse and pain contained in those words, as well as the compassion he held for him.
“It’s fine. Oh, it’s not painful.”
Said Radan as he carefully held Leshak’s arm.
As long as Leshak didn’t die, everything else was fine. It was okay to get hurt, to part soon, or to wait endlessly behind the iron gate. Unless he becomes aware of the venom in his eyes and withdraws the compassion he has now.
Leshak, who had been holding Radan for a while and forcing him to calm down, finally let him go.
God only knows how he felt when the blade cut Radan’s white neck. It was fortunate, it was so fortunate that Radan was still alive. He didn’t want to think about how he would have felt if the crescent sword had cut Radan’s throat properly.
“Let’s go in. We have to take care of your wounds.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Leshak wrapped his arms around Radan’s shoulders and turned around. As usual the Guardian Knights followed. If there was anything different from usual, it was that one person was added to the center.
After today’s commotion, everyone was able to confirm the truth of the rumor.
That Crown Prince Leshak cares for someone, and that someone is a person who seems to have been born with all the misery in the world.
Leshak hugged Radan’s shoulder and hurried down the road without paying any attention to his gazes on him. The white-faced prostitute who had his eyes covered with a black cloth worked hard to keep up with Leshak’s fast pace, until his cheeks turned red.
That incongruous combination left an afterimage in the viewers eyes for a long time.
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The process of rectifying the disturbance caused as much ruckus as the disturbance itself. Leshak’s barracks were filled with doctors and Guardian Knights, all of whom were noisy except for Veroz. The tear in the tent had to be repaired, and Radan’s injuries had to be treated.
The most urgent priority was to reveal the identity of the spy, who had been shot in the forehead with an arrow, as soon as possible. All they knew of him, was that he spoke the western language of the continent, and that he had a crescent shaped hand knife that assassins liked to use.
“The body is now being investigated. The only weapon the spy had was a hand knife. In addition to one in the prison, two other bodies were also found hidden, and both with identical cuts. Judging by the wounds, it looks like they were all made of the same weapon. The doctor confirmed that the wound was made by the spy’s knife.”
Each of the Guardian Knights wore a complicated expression.
An unknown spy broke into the Crown Prince’s barracks, and as a result the prince’s courtship partner was injured.
There were no excuses, it was their responsibility! And because Prince Leshak wasn’t holding anyone accountable, it felt like everyone had a fish bone caught in their throats.
“Given that he had quietly committed several murders in that short span of time, It was presumed that he was a highly trained professional assassin.
“Your Majesty.”
Incris, who was in charge of examining the corpse, ran into the barracks. He was holding a piece of cloth with red stains in his hand.
“This was found on the corpse. I thought you should see it first so I brought it right away.”
The red stain was the letters that were written in blood. Everyone gathered around the table.
“It’s an Ibeden character?”
“It is also the common character used by the seven other parts of the continent. It does not mean that the spy is a Yveden.”
Abadd said as he looked at the piece of cloth.
“But what did he write, huh? Did I suddenly turn blind? Why can’t I read something in a language I know?”
He squeezed through the gap between Sidris and Karum’s shoulders, and looked into the red stain.
“Getty…… Evera Chesh…… Lek Emikue? What the hell is this? Is it a person’s name? Is it perhaps a list of spies from each country or something?”
Sidris asked.
“Maybe it’s a ciphertext.”
“Ah…… That’s right.”
Abadd clicked his tongue.
“It’s pretty smart, isn’t it? Everyone knows the Ibeden characters so even if you look at them, you wouldn’t think that this is a cipher text used by a spy.
“Yeah, he would have been aiming for it.”
“There’s only one clue, but I’m confused. Does anyone know anything about ciphertext?”
The answer came from a completely unexpected person.
“On the ground below…….. there stands one ….. like, de……”
Thirteen pairs of eyes turned to one place at once towards Radan, who was sitting on the bed and being treated by the doctor.
“Radan, do you know what that means?”
There was a strange tension.
If Radan knew the cipher text used by the assassins, then things would get more complicated. Radan’s origins and identity were not clear, and he was suspected of being an unknown assassin. Even if he knew nothing about the assassinations it was not a good thing to say that he knew their ciphers.
However, he nodded with an innocent face, like if that were a lie nothing in the world could be true.
“Yes, My Lord. It’s… Seti, …….”
“What about Seti?”
It was the language spoken by the mountain clan located in the west of the continent. There were not many who understood it, and even fewer who could write in it.
The People of Mjab completed the ciphertext by writing several languages in lbeden script. Knowing only Seti did not mean that he could interpret all the ciphertexts.
The guide taught Radan the languages of other countries just in case. It was a contingency ploy in order for Radan to deny the connection between himself and the Kemened royal family.
Abadd came to Radan with a piece of cloth.
“Kiriben sawa tard forge. Falcard Zng Yanji. Then can you understand this, too?”
“There …. are ……. several …..languages…, I think it’s mixed with the Eukut language.”
“Mixed?”
“Then do you know what that means?”
F,…..for a moment ··, the sentry bows four times,·········? Car,cart a bet will be pulled off.”
“Cart, it sounds like……a wagon…… bet, bet? A bet pulled off.”
The doctor jumped up at those words.
“The cart pulled by a bett! Some time ago, the herbalist brought me such a thing! I thought it was strange because it was not a horse!”
A bett was a large mountain goat used in place of a mule in the eastern part of the continent.
“It said the sentry changes four times. It’s talking about prison guards. In that case, it must be said that this was written for the purpose of disclosing information about the inside of Leshak’s Army to the outside.” said Sidris
“It was written in cipher text and used so many miscellaneous languages that we wouldn’t tell which country he was a spy from. Damn, the spies were this close?”
Abadd spoke and then Leshak asked the doctor.
“What is the identity of this herbalist? What province was he from? Was there any chance of him being a spy?”
“He told me that he has been a herbalist in this region for generations. I’m sure of both the houses and the shop, so I believed…… no, I can’t say for sure, My Lord.”
“We should start from there.”
Leshak beckoned to several people.
“Karum and the seven of you, including Incris, prepare for a surprise attack. I will leave the military service to you. Be vigilant this time. Kemened’s movements have yet to be revealed. Abadd and Sidris select people. As soon as I’m ready, I’ll go see the tailor myself. And Veroz, go to the herbalist. Focus on the possibility of him being a spy.”
“Yes, my lord.”
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The people who filled the barracks quickly dispersed. All that was left was Leshak, the doctor, the doctor’s assistant, and Radan.
“The wound?”
Leshak asked, the doctor nodded lightly.
“Don’t worry, My Lord. It was a sharp-edged sword so it bled a lot, but it’s not life threatening.”
“Will there be any scars?”
“If it doesn’t heal properly it will leave a large scar. You can’t make the scars go away, but you can lighten them by applying the ointment.”
“That’s fortunate. How much ointment do you have?”
“I have to create a new one.”
“Make enough.”
“It takes some expensive ingredients…”
“The money doesn’t matter.”
“I see, My Lord.”
The doctor gave instructions, such as not to let water or sweat come into contact with the wound, and then withdrew.
The two of them were left alone again.
“Radan.”
Leshak was able to do what he’d been putting off for a while. He was finally able to hug Radan and comfort him, alone.
He whispered, putting his lips to his forehead.
“Are you still in pain?”
“It,it’s okay, I’m fine, Your Majesty.”
“You are a liar.”
“…… Sorry?”
Radan shrugged his shoulders.
“When I ask if you’re okay, you lie to me without even thinking about it. It’s really okay to tell me, I want to hear it.”
No, Radan has always been fine. His pain didn’t come from a skin wound.
“Seriously, it’s okay.”
“Lies.”
Leshak smiled bitterly and gave his forehead and the tip of his nose a brief kiss.
“If you are in pain, ask the doctor for pain relievers. He will give you whatever medicine you need.”
“…..Yes, My Lord.”
Leshak’s hand ruffled his hair.
This was the first time Radan found that hair can have such a use. When Leshak rubbed his head, the temperature of his heart rose.
As he considered his pounding chest, his body automatically leaned toward Leshak, and his tears began to flow, tears that he didn’t know why he was shedding.
“By the way, how do you know words in Seti? And again, what did you say? What about Eukut?”
Radan selected his answer carefully.
He couldn’t say that he learned it from the Guide for assassinations.
“I……don’t know the…. letters.”
“So you learned to speak instead?”
“Ears, my ears are good…… so that’s…….”
“Oh yeah. You can’t see it with your eyes, so your other senses must be sensitive.”
Leshak touched Radan’s ear. Sensitivity also meant touch. Radan, whose earlobe was swept, shook his shoulders.
Leshak licked his lips as he saw the bristle of fluff twinkling in the light of the candle.
“Yeah, you have sensitive ears.”
And the next moment.
“…Lord?”
Radan shuttered. It was because Leshak bit his earlobe.
“Does it hurt?”
Radan nodded.
“Yes…….”
Leshak grumbled.
“I knew it. Then why did you lie anyway?”
“Ah…… what?”
“Stay still. You won’t feel any pain, soon.”
Leshak put Radan’s small earlobe in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. The crackling sound bothered his sensitive ears.
No, his body was still hurt.
This was just like the other time when Leshak finally took off his underwear.
“Ahhh…….”
Radan groaned. Leshak laughed like a bad male when he saw his back bend back.
“Can you hear?”
“I, I…….”
Leshak slipped his lips from his earlobe. His lips glided down the line of his neck eventually lifting his head upwards, causing him to lean back.
Leshak caused him to sit on the bed altogether. While his lips pressed the tender flesh under his chin, his hands continued to move steadily to remove his slight resistance.
The heat from earlier, which had been interrupted by the assassin’s invasion, was still there.
Radan grabbed his arm helplessly. It was the moment when his skeletal thin body became infinitely promiscuous and seductive in Leshak’s eyes.
Radan did not reject him now. He didn’t actively approach him first, but his hands were definitely holding him in return.
“Radan……. Radan.”
A part of his mind was also cut off. Perhaps that was the part that contained his patience. His collar was ripped open. His lips that dug under his chin opened, as if to swallow Radan.
“……Ah this!”
However, the breathless foreplay that started haphazardly ended unexpectedly short.
The tongue that was craving the nape of Radan’s neck tasted something bitter on it’s tip. It was the ointment given by a doctor.
“Damn it!”
Leshak let Radan go with a look of deep regret.
“I……ah?”
The face that didn’t understand anything, caused Leshak to blame himself more.
Leshak stroked his cheek and Radan raised his head naturally. It was an angle that was for kissing him.
It meant that Radan was getting used to him.
Leshak said.
“I didn’t know I would have this much self-control.”
Radan held his breath and waited for his next words.
“I never thought I would be so crazed, that I would forgot you were hurt.”
“……..”
“I’m sorry. I was out of my mind…… to the point where I forgot that you were hurt. I won’t touch you for a while.”
Leshak put the clothes back on that he had just pulled down. Radan’s knees were bent, so his pants got caught.
“Straighten your legs, Radan.”
“That…….”
Leshak heard Radan swallow his saliva.
The face that usually looked ignorant or overly naive, now had a really complicated expression on it.
“Radan?”
It was the first time Leshak saw this face. Radan swallowed once more like a person trying to say something very difficult.
“It’s okay, it’s okay…….. That’s not true… … it’s not serious…… I’m fine, Majesty.”
“………”
This time, Leshak’s face had the expression Radan normally had.
“Do you know what you are saying?”
“I kn,know, Majesty.”
“You know?”
Radan nodded and fumbled through the air looking for Leshak’s hand, and held it.
“I know.”
Radan raised his hand and brought it to his cheek. His red lips smiled softly. It was a strange smile.
Radan thought he would not be able to say it if not now. He wanted to speak as straight as possible without stuttering, so he bit his tongue in his mouth over and over again.
“I like, His Majesty.”
Radan said that he liked Leshak in the most accurate pronunciation he could make.
His heart was satisfied, but strangely, tears welled up.
“I like…”
So it’s ok. –
You can take me back there. –
“Radan.”
Radan thought that Leshak’s voice that was calling him, was a little shaky.
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“…….. Really?”
Leshak put his hand behind his back and Sidris placed a bow and arrow in it. Leshak walked forward with the arrow on the string.
It was strange. Leshak, who had made such an exuberant expression just before, was rather insensitive now. It was like he couldn’t feel anything.
“Do not come closer! I’ll kill him!”
“No way.”
Leshak said such simple words, as if he was talking to himself.
“I will kill him!”
The Man of Mjab moved his sword. The sharp tip of the sword cut Radan’s neck.
Slice!-
His skin was sliced shallowly and his blood splattered.
“Hey, back off!”
Leshak protested.
“Radan. Don’t move.”
“Majesty…….”
“I will never let you die.”
Radan substituted a nod with his voice.
“Yes, My Lord.”
His throat was burning, but he wasn’t scared. He was sad when Leshak strangled him, but it wasn’t scary.
Leshak will not let him kill me as long as the blindfold tightly hides my true identity. –
“Get back!”
The Man of Mjab pulled Radan tighter and pressed the back of his sword against his skin.
He couldn’t tell what Prince Leshak was thinking as he aimed his bow at him with such a calm face. He had called a tailor to make new clothes for him, but he didn’t show any emotions when he saw that he was taken hostage.
Because of this bizarre turn of events, he had to use Radan as a shield. The Man of Mjab desperately held onto Radan with such a thought. Without taking his eyes off Crown Prince Leshak’s arrowhead, he continued to step backwards.
Then, at some point…
Swish!-
Leshak released the string.
The arrow flew at an eye-opening speed and…
“…. …!”
…It was pierced in the center of the Man of Mjab’s forehead.
Ting!-
The Man of Mjab, who’s eyes were still open, dropped his sword first and fell to the ground.
Thump!-
The commotion that he had caused ended like it had never been.
Sensitive to the fact that Radan’s ears couldn’t see, Leshak stood up and rushed to his side.
“Radan!”
His body was trembling. Radan buried his cheek in Leshak’s chest and let out a long breath. He was safe now. He has to stay with this person again.
“You are hurt again!”
Radan felt Leshak’s hand stroking the bloody wound on his neck.
“Again.”
Radan could feel the remorse and pain contained in those words, as well as the compassion he held for him.
“It’s fine. Oh, it’s not painful.”
Said Radan as he carefully held Leshak’s arm.
As long as Leshak didn’t die, everything else was fine. It was okay to get hurt, to part soon, or to wait endlessly behind the iron gate. Unless he becomes aware of the venom in his eyes and withdraws the compassion he has now.
Leshak, who had been holding Radan for a while and forcing him to calm down, finally let him go.
God only knows how he felt when the blade cut Radan’s white neck. It was fortunate, it was so fortunate that Radan was still alive. He didn’t want to think about how he would have felt if the crescent sword had cut Radan’s throat properly.
“Let’s go in. We have to take care of your wounds.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Leshak wrapped his arms around Radan’s shoulders and turned around. As usual the Guardian Knights followed. If there was anything different from usual, it was that one person was added to the center.
After today’s commotion, everyone was able to confirm the truth of the rumor.
That Crown Prince Leshak cares for someone, and that someone is a person who seems to have been born with all the misery in the world.
Leshak hugged Radan’s shoulder and hurried down the road without paying any attention to his gazes on him. The white-faced prostitute who had his eyes covered with a black cloth worked hard to keep up with Leshak’s fast pace, until his cheeks turned red.
That incongruous combination left an afterimage in the viewers eyes for a long time.
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The process of rectifying the disturbance caused as much ruckus as the disturbance itself. Leshak’s barracks were filled with doctors and Guardian Knights, all of whom were noisy except for Veroz. The tear in the tent had to be repaired, and Radan’s injuries had to be treated.
The most urgent priority was to reveal the identity of the spy, who had been shot in the forehead with an arrow, as soon as possible. All they knew of him, was that he spoke the western language of the continent, and that he had a crescent shaped hand knife that assassins liked to use.
“The body is now being investigated. The only weapon the spy had was a hand knife. In addition to one in the prison, two other bodies were also found hidden, and both with identical cuts. Judging by the wounds, it looks like they were all made of the same weapon. The doctor confirmed that the wound was made by the spy’s knife.”
Each of the Guardian Knights wore a complicated expression.
An unknown spy broke into the Crown Prince’s barracks, and as a result the prince’s courtship partner was injured.
There were no excuses, it was their responsibility! And because Prince Leshak wasn’t holding anyone accountable, it felt like everyone had a fish bone caught in their throats.
“Given that he had quietly committed several murders in that short span of time, It was presumed that he was a highly trained professional assassin.
“Your Majesty.”
Incris, who was in charge of examining the corpse, ran into the barracks. He was holding a piece of cloth with red stains in his hand.
“This was found on the corpse. I thought you should see it first so I brought it right away.”
The red stain was the letters that were written in blood. Everyone gathered around the table.
“It’s an Ibeden character?”
“It is also the common character used by the seven other parts of the continent. It does not mean that the spy is a Yveden.”
Abadd said as he looked at the piece of cloth.
“But what did he write, huh? Did I suddenly turn blind? Why can’t I read something in a language I know?”
He squeezed through the gap between Sidris and Karum’s shoulders, and looked into the red stain.
“Getty…… Evera Chesh…… Lek Emikue? What the hell is this? Is it a person’s name? Is it perhaps a list of spies from each country or something?”
Sidris asked.
“Maybe it’s a ciphertext.”
“Ah…… That’s right.”
Abadd clicked his tongue.
“It’s pretty smart, isn’t it? Everyone knows the Ibeden characters so even if you look at them, you wouldn’t think that this is a cipher text used by a spy.
“Yeah, he would have been aiming for it.”
“There’s only one clue, but I’m confused. Does anyone know anything about ciphertext?”
The answer came from a completely unexpected person.
“On the ground below…….. there stands one ….. like, de……”
Thirteen pairs of eyes turned to one place at once towards Radan, who was sitting on the bed and being treated by the doctor.
“Radan, do you know what that means?”
There was a strange tension.
If Radan knew the cipher text used by the assassins, then things would get more complicated. Radan’s origins and identity were not clear, and he was suspected of being an unknown assassin. Even if he knew nothing about the assassinations it was not a good thing to say that he knew their ciphers.
However, he nodded with an innocent face, like if that were a lie nothing in the world could be true.
“Yes, My Lord. It’s… Seti, …….”
“What about Seti?”
It was the language spoken by the mountain clan located in the west of the continent. There were not many who understood it, and even fewer who could write in it.
The People of Mjab completed the ciphertext by writing several languages in lbeden script. Knowing only Seti did not mean that he could interpret all the ciphertexts.
The guide taught Radan the languages of other countries just in case. It was a contingency ploy in order for Radan to deny the connection between himself and the Kemened royal family.
Abadd came to Radan with a piece of cloth.
“Kiriben sawa tard forge. Falcard Zng Yanji. Then can you understand this, too?”
“There …. are ……. several …..languages…, I think it’s mixed with the Eukut language.”
“Mixed?”
“Then do you know what that means?”
F,…..for a moment ··, the sentry bows four times,·········? Car,cart a bet will be pulled off.”
“Cart, it sounds like……a wagon…… bet, bet? A bet pulled off.”
The doctor jumped up at those words.
“The cart pulled by a bett! Some time ago, the herbalist brought me such a thing! I thought it was strange because it was not a horse!”
A bett was a large mountain goat used in place of a mule in the eastern part of the continent.
“It said the sentry changes four times. It’s talking about prison guards. In that case, it must be said that this was written for the purpose of disclosing information about the inside of Leshak’s Army to the outside.” said Sidris
“It was written in cipher text and used so many miscellaneous languages that we wouldn’t tell which country he was a spy from. Damn, the spies were this close?”
Abadd spoke and then Leshak asked the doctor.
“What is the identity of this herbalist? What province was he from? Was there any chance of him being a spy?”
“He told me that he has been a herbalist in this region for generations. I’m sure of both the houses and the shop, so I believed…… no, I can’t say for sure, My Lord.”
“We should start from there.”
Leshak beckoned to several people.
“Karum and the seven of you, including Incris, prepare for a surprise attack. I will leave the military service to you. Be vigilant this time. Kemened’s movements have yet to be revealed. Abadd and Sidris select people. As soon as I’m ready, I’ll go see the tailor myself. And Veroz, go to the herbalist. Focus on the possibility of him being a spy.”
“Yes, my lord.”
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The people who filled the barracks quickly dispersed. All that was left was Leshak, the doctor, the doctor’s assistant, and Radan.
“The wound?”
Leshak asked, the doctor nodded lightly.
“Don’t worry, My Lord. It was a sharp-edged sword so it bled a lot, but it’s not life threatening.”
“Will there be any scars?”
“If it doesn’t heal properly it will leave a large scar. You can’t make the scars go away, but you can lighten them by applying the ointment.”
“That’s fortunate. How much ointment do you have?”
“I have to create a new one.”
“Make enough.”
“It takes some expensive ingredients…”
“The money doesn’t matter.”
“I see, My Lord.”
The doctor gave instructions, such as not to let water or sweat come into contact with the wound, and then withdrew.
The two of them were left alone again.
“Radan.”
Leshak was able to do what he’d been putting off for a while. He was finally able to hug Radan and comfort him, alone.
He whispered, putting his lips to his forehead.
“Are you still in pain?”
“It,it’s okay, I’m fine, Your Majesty.”
“You are a liar.”
“…… Sorry?”
Radan shrugged his shoulders.
“When I ask if you’re okay, you lie to me without even thinking about it. It’s really okay to tell me, I want to hear it.”
No, Radan has always been fine. His pain didn’t come from a skin wound.
“Seriously, it’s okay.”
“Lies.”
Leshak smiled bitterly and gave his forehead and the tip of his nose a brief kiss.
“If you are in pain, ask the doctor for pain relievers. He will give you whatever medicine you need.”
“…..Yes, My Lord.”
Leshak’s hand ruffled his hair.
This was the first time Radan found that hair can have such a use. When Leshak rubbed his head, the temperature of his heart rose.
As he considered his pounding chest, his body automatically leaned toward Leshak, and his tears began to flow, tears that he didn’t know why he was shedding.
“By the way, how do you know words in Seti? And again, what did you say? What about Eukut?”
Radan selected his answer carefully.
He couldn’t say that he learned it from the Guide for assassinations.
“I……don’t know the…. letters.”
“So you learned to speak instead?”
“Ears, my ears are good…… so that’s…….”
“Oh yeah. You can’t see it with your eyes, so your other senses must be sensitive.”
Leshak touched Radan’s ear. Sensitivity also meant touch. Radan, whose earlobe was swept, shook his shoulders.
Leshak licked his lips as he saw the bristle of fluff twinkling in the light of the candle.
“Yeah, you have sensitive ears.”
And the next moment.
“…Lord?”
Radan shuttered. It was because Leshak bit his earlobe.
“Does it hurt?”
Radan nodded.
“Yes…….”
Leshak grumbled.
“I knew it. Then why did you lie anyway?”
“Ah…… what?”
“Stay still. You won’t feel any pain, soon.”
Leshak put Radan’s small earlobe in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. The crackling sound bothered his sensitive ears.
No, his body was still hurt.
This was just like the other time when Leshak finally took off his underwear.
“Ahhh…….”
Radan groaned. Leshak laughed like a bad male when he saw his back bend back.
“Can you hear?”
“I, I…….”
Leshak slipped his lips from his earlobe. His lips glided down the line of his neck eventually lifting his head upwards, causing him to lean back.
Leshak caused him to sit on the bed altogether. While his lips pressed the tender flesh under his chin, his hands continued to move steadily to remove his slight resistance.
The heat from earlier, which had been interrupted by the assassin’s invasion, was still there.
Radan grabbed his arm helplessly. It was the moment when his skeletal thin body became infinitely promiscuous and seductive in Leshak’s eyes.
Radan did not reject him now. He didn’t actively approach him first, but his hands were definitely holding him in return.
“Radan……. Radan.”
A part of his mind was also cut off. Perhaps that was the part that contained his patience. His collar was ripped open. His lips that dug under his chin opened, as if to swallow Radan.
“……Ah this!”
However, the breathless foreplay that started haphazardly ended unexpectedly short.
The tongue that was craving the nape of Radan’s neck tasted something bitter on it’s tip. It was the ointment given by a doctor.
“Damn it!”
Leshak let Radan go with a look of deep regret.
“I……ah?”
The face that didn’t understand anything, caused Leshak to blame himself more.
Leshak stroked his cheek and Radan raised his head naturally. It was an angle that was for kissing him.
It meant that Radan was getting used to him.
Leshak said.
“I didn’t know I would have this much self-control.”
Radan held his breath and waited for his next words.
“I never thought I would be so crazed, that I would forgot you were hurt.”
“……..”
“I’m sorry. I was out of my mind…… to the point where I forgot that you were hurt. I won’t touch you for a while.”
Leshak put the clothes back on that he had just pulled down. Radan’s knees were bent, so his pants got caught.
“Straighten your legs, Radan.”
“That…….”
Leshak heard Radan swallow his saliva.
The face that usually looked ignorant or overly naive, now had a really complicated expression on it.
“Radan?”
It was the first time Leshak saw this face. Radan swallowed once more like a person trying to say something very difficult.
“It’s okay, it’s okay…….. That’s not true… … it’s not serious…… I’m fine, Majesty.”
“………”
This time, Leshak’s face had the expression Radan normally had.
“Do you know what you are saying?”
“I kn,know, Majesty.”
“You know?”
Radan nodded and fumbled through the air looking for Leshak’s hand, and held it.
“I know.”
Radan raised his hand and brought it to his cheek. His red lips smiled softly. It was a strange smile.
Radan thought he would not be able to say it if not now. He wanted to speak as straight as possible without stuttering, so he bit his tongue in his mouth over and over again.
“I like, His Majesty.”
Radan said that he liked Leshak in the most accurate pronunciation he could make.
His heart was satisfied, but strangely, tears welled up.
“I like…”
So it’s ok. –
You can take me back there. –
“Radan.”
Radan thought that Leshak’s voice that was calling him, was a little shaky.
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