Vol. 3 Chapter 14 - Please Put Your Imprint On Me

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Valhail finally let go of my hand when I became impatient.

Clatter-

The iron clattered to the ground.

As if I had fallen down, I sat on the wooden box.

I was so frightened that I could feel my blood flow through my veins.

What a heinous act to commit against a person’s body.

My heart was pounding.

I grabbed my face and turned my head to face him.

‘You dare force me to do this?’

Valhail, on the other hand, was peering into his forearm, where the burn traces were still evident.

Those eyes didn’t seem to be in any pain.

Rather, he looked proud, as if he had just gotten a nice tattoo that he had chosen himself.

‘He must be insane……’

I couldn’t even be furious with him since his reaction was so absurd, and the searing wound looked so painful.

I’m at a loss for words.

Even though he looked fine, such a wound must hurt.

I furrowed my brows and quickly rummaged in my inner pocket.

‘It’s unnecessary to leave such a scar.’

The purpose has already been met. The tattoo of swords pointing in opposite directions on his bulky forearm had already disappeared.

If I treat it using the magic stone, the pain will go away and the scar will also disappear. I rummaged around my robe pocket, but I couldn’t find the stone’s heavy touch.

‘Where is it……?’

No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find the magic stone.

As I rummaged through the robe, a thin white cloth fluttered and the silhouette of my slender legs shone white.

I was wearing my pajamas.

For a brief period, I remembered that I had changed my clothes and put the magic stone in a drawer next to the bed.

“…Wait a second. I’ll return with the magic stone.”

Valhail’s gaze turned to me like an arrow to the target at the same time I got up.

“Do not leave.”

The little smile that had been on his face had vanished.

“Please don’t leave.”

At that sight, I remembered the time when he desperately held me up, in a shabby quarantine room.

At that time, I shook his hand off coldly, but…… For some reason, I couldn’t do so this time.

He may believe that if he lets me go this time, I won’t come back to visit him in the meantime.

‘Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been here.’

Finally, I sat down again, my keen eyes fixed on his forearm.

Ugh, I could feel the pain just by looking at it.

“It is better to treat such a wound……”

The wound is in the shape of a large droplet.

Traces of burning iron on his smooth skin.

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