Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

191

C191

Except for the first and second day of the new year, Isidor went out with me throughout the holidays to explore the capital.

Following the carefully crafted dating route, resembling a military operations map, I could vividly capture the sights of the capital, which I only knew in my head or passed by indifferently.

"Well... It's a date, but it's so well-organized that it feels like a luxury tour package to Astaia's capital."

By the way, Isidor's guidance seems included in the luxury tour package.

"Wow."

Today is the last day of the package... No, he and I were sitting in a carriage, watching sheep graze quickly passing by the window.

"I didn't know there was such a large and wonderful sheep ranch in the capital."

It was quite a spectacle to see a sheepdog diligently herding sheep, and a flock of white sheep climbing a snow-covered hill.

"Isidor, there's a lamb there."

When I brought my face to the window, Isidor curved his eyes and pulled my arm slightly.

"Would you like to get off and take a closer look?"

"Yes."

"And there, there's a log cabin on the hillside. The view from there is even better."

After suddenly taking me in his arms, he used teleportation magic and approached the sheep ranch in an instant.

It was quite hilly, so a cold wind blew in my ears, and Isidor's arm hugged me tighter.

"Are you cold?"

Although his large body blocked the wind, warm heat began to rise from their intertwined bodies.

"Your ears are already red."

He silently pressed his lips against my earlobe several times.

"Why is Sir so attractive?"

"I'll tell you every day when we get married."

"Ah, really you!"

Grumbling about the joke that sounded somewhat strange, I saw something and escaped from his arms.

"Princess, where are you going so suddenly? Maybe you want us to play..."

"...Kyaaa!"

I ran towards a small white object caught between the fences in the distance, but I twisted my foot against a stone buried in the snow.

"Are you okay?"

Isidor's complexion turned pale. Because when I stumbled, I scraped my calf against the edge of a nearby fence.

It was already stinging, and tears were running down my cheeks. It was even more useless because it was a lump of wool, not a poor lamb, that was caught between the fences. Ha, I'm embarrassed. What the hell is this?

"...You're hurt."

Isidor's face, after lifting my skirt, turned white as if he had seen something unexpected.

I bit my lips. Originally, wounds of this size healed quickly, but it was impossible for me to heal so fast with my current condition.

"Is there something wrong with your Divine Power? Why didn't you tell me?"

As he looked at me with eyes stained with concern, remorse, and shock, I said as if making an excuse.

"It's not that there's a problem with the power itself; it just hasn't been restored yet. There's no way it would stay the same after being used like that. Still, it's gradually recharging."