Lilian of Turin

“What the hell…”

There’s no way the tunnel would collapse. But it was clear that something unexpected was happening.

“Allen, take Lilian and evacuate immediately…”

…kung, kung, kwaang!

It was already too late. A roar rang out and the earth began to shake. Each horse raised its forelegs with startled neighs.

‘No way…’

Little by little, things like dirt and dust flew from the entrance of the cave with its mouth open.

“Unbelievable.”

Even if the others didn’t know, Cedric, who was a Tier High, could tell.

It wasn’t just the dust that was blowing.

‘The magical energy is dissipating…!’

The bond of strong magical power that had endured for a very long time turned into a blue glowing fog and was reduced to nothing!

Something huge and threatening was approaching from inside the cave where the incident happened.

It wasn’t the Emperor’s army.

It was far more threatening than that.

The atmosphere was filled with a tremendous sense of intimidation, so that even Cedric couldn’t guarantee victory.

Cedric hid Lilian behind him. And he prepared to draw his sword.

Finally, through the blue mist, a human form slowly emerged.

He is…

“His Highness the Grand Duke?”

A terrifyingly elegant, smooth and beautiful man appeared, dressed in blood and rain and only a rough robe.

Rumble, boom!

Behind Damian, who walked out leisurely, the essence of magic collapsed terribly.

It was a horrific sight to the point where scholars who worshiped the decaying ancient heritage would faint and scream if they saw it.

However, the people of Islar were shocked and thrilled at the same time.

The dagger that stabbed their hearts was crumbling helplessly. They, who couldn’t even dream of something like this, stopped breathing and shuddered.

Even the flying dust couldn’t build up on Damian’s shoulders or head. He seemed relaxed for a man who did so much destruction, and therefore more inhuman.

Damian slowly moved in front of the brother and sister. People naturally assumed that Damian was approaching Cedric, the Lord.

Everyone was wrong.

“Lady of Turin.”

Damian knelt down on his knees.

“I tried to do as you wished.”

The man who proved his inhumanity fell on his knees at Lily’s feet.

“And with this in mind, I would like to ask you one question.”

Damian reverently picked up the hem of Lilian’s white skirt and kissed it.

It was an act of extreme admiration, as if he couldn’t bear to kiss the back of her hand.

After a while, he lifted his head and looked up at Lilian.

“Will you marry me?”

It was a proposal that no one expected.

The words were that of a proposal, but in fact, what Damian wanted to say was this.

‘Please praise me.’

Look at me. I did what you wanted.

Damian pretended to be nice, looking up at Lilian and expecting.

Actually, he didn’t do anything too hard to say he tried. It didn’t mean that he didn’t do anything objectively, but that destroying the magic tunnel not something that could be described as ‘I worked hard’ for Damian.

Regardless, Damian’s docile expression, which he often used to offend others, was quite convincing.

Of course, Lilian, like Lilian, was not easily seduced.

She was taken aback by the marriage proposal for a moment, but calmly realized that she couldn’t let the Grand Duke be on his knees like this, nor could she say yes to this out of the blue proposal.

“Y-Your Highness the Grand Duke.”

Even though she came to her senses, she still struggled to cope.

In the story that Lilian read, Damian was described as ‘completely indifferent to his wife’. Lilian was introduced as ‘She doesn’t lack anything. She wasn’t even abused. Her husband’s attention was just unattainable.’ She could clearly remember this description as well.

But a marriage proposal?

Above all, they’re already legally married 7 years ago!

“Yes, Lady?”

Damian gently folded his eyes as he answered in a sweet, gentle way.

A dimple formed on his cheek as if he had dipped cream in it. He smiled, making the small, clear dot under his eyes and on the side of his lips stood out.

Anyway, Lily, who was about to tell him to stop, was speechless.

‘Are you smiling more brightly on purpose?’

It was the correct answer.

Damian was well aware of the destructive power of his appearance. He couldn’t not know. Even on the battlefield where life and death could change in an instant, there were many people who lost even the opportunity to counterattack because of his face.

Of course, this time, it wasn’t for the purpose of killing Lilian by creating an opening or grabbing her by the neck to make her collapse.

He didn’t want much.

He just wanted to touch Lilian’s fingertips just one more time, using this marriage proposal as an excuse.

“If I’m a little more greedy, I’d like you to touch me…”

He could barely stand it when he couldn’t tell if this was a dream or real life, but when he faced Lilian’s existence again as a reality, he couldn’t stand the urge.

Damian realized that he was a bit insane, but in reality, he was quite crazy.

Above all, he was still in a state where he hadn’t yet fully recovered from being devastated by the ancient weapon Zagreb.

It means his self-control had gone a little away.

…actually, it wasn’t ‘a little’, but a lot.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to do something to Lilian right away.

For now, he just wanted to act like a pet cat.

‘Cat… Not bad. I can be petted and praised as much as I like.’

There was a realization that this wasn’t a sane thought.

But the problem was that even if he knew, he couldn’t control it.

‘There’s no choice but to do that.’

Just holding hands, didn’t it liberate him from the most terrible pain as if some kind of curse had been lifted?

As if a good arm had been dipped in lava, the boiling terrible pain disappeared in an instant.

This is reality. Damian wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

A sense of longing and elation filled the place where the pain had disappeared. Damian’s brain, which had suffered from severe pain all his life, felt pleasure as if he were intoxicated just by the disappearance of the pain.

Damian thought, almost as dazed as a cat drunk on catnip.

‘If she touch my head with that hand, won’t this terrible headache that still remains go away?’

He wanted to reach out. Such aspirations were swelling like a snowball rolling down from the top of a mountain.

That thrilling yet soft touch that he felt for a moment when her fingertips touched him. It’s an indescribably tickling feeling, like when you bite something sweet in your mouth.

He couldn’t wait to see if the thrill that was close to pleasure was his illusion, or if it’s actually real.

Anyway, Damian quickly waited for Lily to respond.

If Lilian’s brother, Cedric, who was surprised on the side and couldn’t react, really accepted the marriage proposal before he came to his senses, that would be really, damn.

‘Damn it.’

It would be good enough to die for.

Lilian’s hand moved slowly until even a low moan flowed from Damian’s throat, who was feeling sad and anxious.

For Lilian, it was an almost half-conscious action. She was embarrassed, but for some reason, she felt like she had to do something to raise Damian, who seemed to be begging something with his whole body.

Damian tilted an almost empty bucket in the middle of the desert and patiently waited for Lilian’s hand, waiting for a drop of water to fall.

Like an animal lurking in the bush, as if there’s no danger at all.

It was then. Lilian suddenly hunched and felt dizzy.

“Sorry, I’m a bit dizzy…”

Lilian’s body tilted as soon as she opened her delicate lips.

“!”

Damian jumped up and reflexively grabbed Lilian.

“Lilian!”

However, Lilian was quickly stolen by Cedric.

Lilian muttered helplessly.

“Brother…”

“You’re overworked. Don’t talk.”

Cedric, without hesitation, slipped his arms under Lilian’s skirt as he murmured so, and lifted his sister up with ease. Lilian’s slender head leaned into her brother’s arms.

Cedric shouted as he cradled his half-dazed sister and glared at Damian.

“Allen, open the carriage door!”

Damian was embarrassed, holding up his empty arms, which was left behind by Lilian.

‘Are people really this light?’

This was true even considering that the people Damian usually came in contact with were trained guys. Even if she was a lady and didn’t wear armor, she couldn’t be this light with a skirt that was puffy enough to easily hide at least one person.

A person being so light. Even considering that Damian’s strength was not at the level of a normal human, it didn’t make sense.

Lilian’s slender body was completely covered as she was held in Cedric’s arms, leaving only the top of her head visible. Even that was pitifully weak, and her brother Cedric had to hold her tightly in his arms.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her looking like a patient.

Come to think of it, she said that she came to the Cantacun Islands. ‘It’s good that I came to play in the Emperor’s front yard at this dangerous time.’ He vaguely remembered.

She wasn’t there to play. At a time like this, the girl was in such bad shape that they had to take the risk and send her to a warm place.

It felt as if cold water was poured on top of his head. At that moment, in front of Damian’s eyes, the carriage door slammed shut.

Immediately after the strong whipping, the horses began to run while neighing.

Damian blinked. As Lilian vanished from his sight, his hazy mind seemed to awaken as if he had been drugged.

Doesn’t this look like he’s been deprived of Lilian?

If he thought about it rationally, he’ll know that’s not the case, but still.

The problem was that he didn’t have much ability to think rationally in his head.

A smile spread across Damian’s lips. It wasn’t a smile that reflect positive emotions.

“Hiik…!”

The fierce momentum was spreading to the point that the knights who were trying to sneak past him slipped backwards without even realizing it.

“…funny. Really funny.”

It wasn’t a fun situation for anyone who heard.