Chapter 11

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The man himself clearly knew why she was scared at first.

Carmun was angry with himself in the past and nipped at his teeth roughly.

“…Thank you.”

The man slowly grabbed her hands and pulled it toward him.

He did it slowly, as if giving her a chance to refuse if she didn’t like it.

Helen agonized for a while, but she actually didn’t hate it. She also wanted to comfort the man who was having a hard time by himself.


And just like that, she got into the man’s arms again.

“Hang in there….”

This was the only thing she could say to him. Helen patted the man on his back with her hands.

The more she patted him, the man’s hug also got even stronger.

“I-I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry….”

He was the kind of man who hurriedly apologized just like he thought.

“Aren’t you curious about the last thing I brought here?”

“A pen.”

“That’s right.”

“Because I promised to bring it.”

The man let go of Helen.

[t/n: omg pls keep hugging a little bit moreee]

His eyes subsided when he finally calmed down a little.

“Here you go. You said you’d write your question to that person, right?”

“Yes.”

He wanted to yell at the emperor and called him a total jerk, but the face of a woman who was very confused last night came back to his mind.

But he must quench the rising anger inside of him for now.

“But this is the only thing I have. It’s pen and ink… I don’t think I can write it on your arm like this person did. It will become runny.”


The words on the man’s arm were not written using ink. It seemed to be engraved with magic.

No matter what she did, it didn’t come off or disappear.

Helen held out a pen and ink to the man worriedly.

The man looked at the ink for a moment before taking off his shirt without hesitation.

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