It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

"El, we're coming in."

In front of El's own decorative door.

I tried to speak up like that after a modest knock, but, again, no reply.

It's nothing different than last night when you open the door with a sigh. It's just Elle lying in bed.

Step into a room that doesn't feel like life and put your finger on Elle's neck, which closes his eyes to sleep.

For the last three days, it's almost routine now. That's the only act I can feel alive to him.

If I don't, I can't feel Elle alive, and that's how unresponsive he is right now.

Blue and white skin, colorless lips, long mysterious dark hair that has lost its luster.

The gemstone-like amethyst's eyes, known from an early age, are tightly closed to the eyelids and do not move even tingly.

My body doesn't feel fractured day by day, and I'm terrified that when I wake up in the morning, I'll be summoned to heaven, and after our king returns, I can't even sleep properly.

Hardist's only doctor said that night.

He said this wound and poison made him move around in this cold sky for a day and live a lot.

I bowed my head many times to the old doctor who had come to complain despite such a deep snowy midnight.

And the old doctor proclaims the same thing as the blackened one.

The rest depends on his strength, and there's nothing else he can do.

It shows in the draft how accurate the treatment of him was.

Why, the old doctor blamed me for this, but I couldn't answer it.

I don't even know what it is.

The old doctor, who stared at me for a while like I was stunned only standing up, said so, slapping me on the shoulder and returning to the city the next morning.

That's how on the 3rd, Elle still woke up.

The fever went down.

The burning heat and swelling of the affected area were also removed.

Only wounds still painfully exaggerate their existence, but still.

There is also breath, indeed he is alive.

And yet, I don't wake up.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty never sends word.

Is he following that word of Elle, or is there any other reason?

Torneo, who should have been here so often, doesn't even represent himself.

He is His Majesty's pawn, perhaps even his lord.

Perhaps I am part of the Knights of Shadows whispered to me.

And I'm sure that hasn't come off much.

Would it be at my discretion to burn my anger that such a sire, or the one from Torneo, is rather thin?

"El... please..."

Please, open your eyes.

Elle is the king to me, the only one who has given me the way to live.

What would have happened to me by now if it weren't for him.

I'm sure my parents allotted me, I had no place, I couldn't find anything to do, and I must have had a terrible life.

No wonder he was drooling wild.

And I'm sure I didn't even think of it as unfortunate.

"... To be honest, I wanted to live in your country."

That's how you knighted me, to you, I wanted to give this life for you.

I already knew you who weren't interested in the road to the king when you met me, and you're set to get mad at me for saying this.

But I have more trouble dying first than turning you into my husband.

You're the one who made me choose chivalry.

"So don't die."

The mercilessly trembling whine echoed into a vain and silent room.

If El dies like this, can I forgive Miss Altostella?

I know, she's nothing, not bad.

I don't know what happened.

I don't know, Eighty-nine, maybe. Absolutely, this is what happened to Elle sheltering her.

It is so decided.

I don't think Elle can take such a deep hand, and I can't imagine why anyone but her can take such a deep hand.

Whatever happened, if she lost Elle's life for a reason, I probably can't forgive Miss Altostella.

I know a hundred things about resentment, but still.

"... Miss Altostella"

This idiot and weird. My husband's only interest is in her, for better or worse.

It's also been a long time since she's the only one connected to his heart.

So much so that it was the guiding principle of his life.

Perhaps it would be something to react to becoming her, if it were to be something you could call obsessive, not loving this idiot.

... just two more days.

Let's just wait two more days.

If, nonetheless, you still don't wake up, or if the situation is worse, soon.

"Ask Miss Altostella to come, no matter what"

Elle naturally did not respond to my unexpectedly low voice coming out of her mouth.

The more I look at him sleeping like he's dead, the more anxiety I recruit.

However, even I, the three men of the regional aristocracy, who do not even have the title to inherit, know what Hardist territory says.

That is because it does not touch the wrath of the Duke Rufus family of the leading nobility.

Hardist territory and the past of the Duke of Rufus family.

Once upon a time here, what happened, why is it said to be cursed, and why is this story tabooed in the days of the nobility?

That's why I was stunned when Elle greeted me here.

I didn't know he was unconscious of his feelings by then.

There is no better chance of future ties with Miss Altostella than being here.

Miss Altostella will never set foot in this land, there is no way she will, the Duke of Rufus will not allow it.

And she's terribly submissive.

I guess that's why the Duke of Rufus allowed El to give the territory.

Anyway, that would be very convenient for the Duke.

I realize how you feel. I don't know what Elle thought, though.

Honestly, there's no chance she'll come here, and there's no way what happens where she comes.

I know that.

I know, but I'm scared enough to even want to say something like that.

Something, if there's any hope at all, I'm uh-huh.