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C79

''Is that really you?'' The hushed murmur was a little split.

The slimmer jawline than before seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight.

'You must have been really sick.'

The man who was always strong was so weak that his subordinates became a little weak.

'Do you think I'm shocked by the sudden look?'

Then, he approached me carefully.

Because of what I said before, he stared at me, unable to get close to me.

"Is it a dream?" Then he murmured his hand out to me. It was a careful touch, but somehow I got goosebumps and inadvertently struck it. He looked at me with astonished eyes, perhaps because I had struck so hard that he covered the back of his hand with his other hand.

'Oh, I was mean to a sick man.'

When I was about to apologize for my mistake, he opened his mouth.

"Isn't it a dream?" I was going to say a word if I bumped into him. But when I saw his debilitating appearance, I couldn't even think of speaking harshly.

"I'll go." He stood in my way with a look of urgency at my words.

"Jubelian! Just for a moment, please listen to me." I could leave it alone, but if I don't have a fight with him, his mother won't be able to let go. And this vicious cycle will never stop.

'Yes, the only way to go is to run away.'

"Okay."

At my permission he opened his eyes wide and nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes! Oh, shall we go inside?" No matter how bad I was, I'm a disgrace. There was no way he could have gone back into the mansion with that awning board.

"I want to talk to you alone in a quiet place." He nodded at my words.

"Then we go to the pavilion in the garden."

Oh, for sure, a pavilion in the corner of the marquis' garden could have a quiet conversation.

"Yes, I see," I said, inn my reply, he cast a smile on his emaciated face.

"Jubelian, let's go. I could see he was trying to escort me, but I ignored it and passed him. Soon I could hear his footsteps following me.

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I always wanted to be the best, and I wanted to shine more than anyone else. That's why Mikhail always looked ahead and ran.

But after that day, Mikhail could no longer run forward. Mikhail looked back on the past. At one point, no swordsmanship, no ascendancy, no honor, nothing seemed to be in the beauty of anything. Except for one thing.

'Jubelian.'

Even though he was resentful of her cold refusal to do so, he kept staring at her. So when he tried to catch her, he just woke up from his dream. The hollowness of his heart made the heart ache. Mikhail finally decided to admit his feelings.

'I miss her.'

So Mikhail chased and missed the presence of Jubelian, suffering from a terrible fever.

Today, too, when he saw Jubelian going down the stairs, he thought she was welcome. At the same time, it was more of an instinctive act to chase her for fear of missing her afterimage. But as soon as he felt her touch, his sense of reality came to him vividly.

'Wasn't it a dream?'

Inside of his chest tickled and his heart thumped.

'Yes, it's definitely prettier than a fantasy.'