The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 65

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Lesche and tears were as incompatible a combination as seawater and cotton bedding. Even in the original, he had never been depicted as crying.

“Why?”

Lesche asked sensitively, even though Seria didn’t look at him for very long.

“No. It’s a little red under your eyes.”

Seria regretted it immediately after she said it. So what if Lesche was red under his eyes?

“If you’re in a lot of pain, should I go down and get some painkillers?”

“…… painkillers?”

“Yes, or I can call the doctor.”

“Do you think I cried because I was sick?”

Lesche laughed in exasperation as Seria stood still, having been shown the error of her ways.

“My eyes are always like that.”

“Always?”

“Is it strange?”

“No, it’s not strange.”

It was true. It wasn’t that Seria thought it was strange.

“I’ve seen you for a long time, and it’s weird that I just noticed it now.”

“You are usually afraid to look at my eyes.”

If a person has too intense of a look in their eyes, the others can’t recall them. Lesche was just such a case. To a great extent, this man was the same way with the rest of his body, which was also equally intense. His face, his body, his height were immediately overwhelmed by his appearance so much that the small details were not yet captured.

“Always.”

Lesche asked in a slightly slower voice.

“How about now?”

Right now….

Seria turned her gaze, which she had been secretly avoiding, back to Lesche. His eyes were cold and expressionless, but the red eyes and the silvery lashes that fell …. There was a strangeness in Lesche’s eyes that remarkably fascinated people.

Certainly it also showed in one’s face that he was a great man. Seria suddenly found herself staring at Lesche in a daze. After a moment, she realized that he was also staring at her.

She wondered if “accepting” was the right word. She felt as if his eyes were biting her. Red shining eyes. It was like after all this time, their close proximity was being recognized. Silence. A strange tension. A close distance that felt like it was about to reach somewhere at any moment.

“…”

Seria couldn’t help but turn her head away, feeling odd at that moment. Roughly, she stared at a corner of the bed.

That was when a firm hand grabbed a strand of her hair that was flowing down her cheek and passed it behind her ear. A fingertip passed through her ear and lightly touched her chin before leaving. As it grazed her skin, there was an unusual heat. Seria felt like she was burning a little.

Lesche, who’d been staring at Seria the whole time, said,

“Seria. Go.”

A low voice breaking the silence. It was late at night.

“…… Good night.”

“You too.”

Seria hurried out of Lesche’s bedroom. As she walked toward the Grand Duchess’s bedroom, she raised her hand and touched her ear. It was a moment of heat. Of course it had already disappeared, floating in the air.