Can You Please Keep the Original Setting?

“Ian. It seems like you were sleeping even though the one you serve is sick.”

However, in this sudden situation, I had no way of winning. At the same time as I heard a bang, I could hear things falling.

What was that?  Surprised, I turned to the left and was shocked. Ian was pinned under a huge cabinet. It happened in a flash.

I tried to rush to him, but Elijah grabbed my arm rather roughly. A decent amount of pain spread from the area that had been captured.

“What are you doing right now?!”

“If he became relaxed, I should give him a proper warning.”

He retorted calmly.

“This is beyond the limits of being reasonable.”

I responded nervously. Anxiousness, irritability, helplessness. All of this rushed to me at once. Everything got tangled up. Even I couldn’t define what I was feeling right now.

What does everyone want me to do?

What?

What do you want from me?

“It is not your business to interfere.”

“Will you let him go if I tell you to hurt me instead?”

Whether it was a dream or whatever, I didn’t feel good because Ian, a character I made, was like that.

“Celina Dell. You’ve become unnecessarily more emotional. Is it also because of Mikael?”

I kept my mouth shut. Everyone kept talking about Mikael in this way. Based on the memory that woman forced on me, it was a well-founded remark.

But who was inside this body right now wasn’t the original Celina. It was me.

“People are bound to change.”

I responded too late.

“Your servant has not done his duty.”

“My servant is not an inanimate object that doesn’t sleep.”

“If necessary, he should be willing to become one. An inanimate object.”

“Please let me go.”

When I spoke clearly, Elijah let out a visible ridicule.

“What if I let you go? What are you going to do?”

“…”

“There’s nothing you can do, right?”

The thorny truth was embedded uncomfortably in my mind.

“All you have to do is talk appropriately on behalf of me. Know your place, and do not cross the line.”

Elijah walked while holding my arm tightly. Ah! He started to drag me. His attitude while dealing with a sick person was the absolute worst.

“Stay here until I come back. I’ll call Mikael.”

He pushed me hard onto the bed. Just as I was about to do something, the curtains were closed harshly in front of me. I grabbed the curtains and groaned, but they didn’t move as if they were glued together with strong glue.

“Ian. Get up right now and follow me.”

“Father!”

I immediately called Elijah. A momentary silence swept through the room.

“Please. Don’t be too harsh.”

There was no reply. The two went out, and the door was shut.

I let out a long sigh and sat down heavily on the bed. There was nothing I could do for Ian right now, so I had to check my condition.

I loosened the knot in my white pajamas and pulled them down to my hips. I couldn’t see it very well, so I grabbed a light that looked like a jellyfish that was on the side table and brought it near my stomach.

Curiously, it was fine on the surface. There was no wound. But the inside continued to throb. Indeed, magic was not well-rounded. It could not return someone who had been severely injured to their original state as if nothing had happened.

I was pressing my skin when my view cleared up with the sound of the cloth moving. It was Mikael.

Ah, right. Didn’t he say he was coming?

His posture hardened. He was equally surprised. He looked flustered, which was uncharacteristic of him.

“I, huh, I apologize. Master told me to come here as soon as possible…”

After a moment of silence, he gave an awkward apology and excuse, and hurriedly pulled the curtains. I looked down at Celina’s body.

A thin, sleeveless garment made with lace. It showed off quite a lot. Dresses often show off the shoulders and chest anyway. And this wasn’t even my body.

However, he was clearly a man. I couldn’t help but be surprised if he did something like this suddenly without even knocking. In any case, he saw what I was wearing underneath my pajamas. While I was feeling embarrassed for some reason, I remembered one important fact.

Mikael likes men.

Yeah. So, it was strange for me alone to care about such a thing. When I finished my judgement, I stared at the place where he supposedly stood.

“Mikael?”

“Yes. I’m here.”

Mikael answered affectionately.

“Could you take a look at where I got hurt? I’m not sure when I look at it, but it keeps hurting.”

As soon as I finished speaking, he only stuck out his face between the cloths. He looked so cute that a very short laugh escaped my mouth.