“I want to explain my hair and eyes to you, my benefactor.”
“No, thank you.”
(Really, I’m done. I don’t really care about black hair or black eyes anymore. ……)
How did the Duke of Beardsley’s son receive my unadulterated honest feelings? I really don’t need that kind of thing.
“I am not your benefactor. I will forget everything that happened here, and I beg you, Duke of Beardsley’s son, to forget that it ever happened.”
“Do not call me the Duke of Beardsley’s son. Please, call me Solomon.”
(I don’t want that kind of thing!)
“I will try to stay out of it from now on. I will not go off the deep end and embarrass the Duke of Beardsley’s son…….”
“Solomon.”
“…… have fun.”
“Solomon.”
“Err.. Solomon.”
(Persistence! What’s with this guy, he’s so indefatigable!)
In my exhausted state, this endless loop is hard. I spoon-fed him early on, saying that there was no chance I would ever call him again anyway.
“…… Lord Solomon.”
“Yeah, Lady Chelsea.”
The sparkling, his full smile physically hurts my eyes.
He usually has a sexy smile on his face, so I was almost squeamish at the discrepancy.
I ended up listening to the explanation in a round about way.
Apparently, neither black hair and black eyes nor blond hair and blond eyes are false.
Although Lord Solomon cannot use much magic, his magical power alone far surpasses that of the magicians directly under the royal family.
Perhaps it is because of this, he usually has golden hair and eyes, but when too much magic power accumulates in his body, his hair turns black and his eyes turn black.
Of course, I try to release magic power regularly so that it doesn’t build up. But today, it seems that she was drugged.
I wonder if the culprit is the Marquise of Bott’s daughter whom I met earlier.
The drug is distributed as an aphrodisiac, but it also seems to have the side effect of upsetting the balance of magical power in the body, and this is what happened.
I no longer have anything to say but “huh”.
I wonder if the sorcerer who tried to destroy the world also had too much magic power built up, or something unimportant.
Because what am I supposed to do if I ask? To me, it is just a trivia, but to the duke’s family, it is a big secret.
If I were to reveal it, not only my life but also the survival of my family would be at stake.
(Well, if Count Reed’s family was taken down, probably no one would care, but…)
The house has no presence from the start, so no one will be bothered if it disappears.
If things go badly, even the parents will probably just let it slide and start living among the commoners.
I was idly thinking that would be nice too, when I realized something and rolled my eyes.
“Dear Duke of Beardsley’s son, your nosebleed…..”
“Lord Solomon.”
“Lord Solomon, has the bleeding stopped yet? While I was slightly annoyed at the unwavering Lord Solomon, I was more concerned about the bright red handkerchief. It was not enough to make him angry.”
“I think you have something seriously wrong with you ……”
“I’m fine. It’s just that all the ruminating has gotten my blood pumping.”
(Ruminating? What ……?)
He smiled shyly and I tilted my head at him.
“Oh, look. It stopped right there.”
When I removed the handkerchief that was holding him down, there was indeed no more blood.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Then Master Solomon’s candy-colored eyes melted softly.
(…… hmm?)
Staring into his eyes, Lord Solomon flinched. For some reason, he calls me “Chelsea ……” with a feverish expression on his face, but that’s not the point.
“It is back.”
“Huh?”
“Lord Solomon, your hair and eyes have regained their color.”
Gradually the color is fading, and his hair and eyes are returning to their original golden color.
“Eh. …… Oh, can it be blood……?”
Lord Solomon nodded his head in approval, a complete turn around from his surprised face.
He plucked his bangs and muttered, comparing his hair to the blood on his handkerchief.
“What do you mean, even if blood is okay?”
“Oh, no.”
It’s bad, and it’s written on his face.
Lord Solomon looked a little lost, and then his cheeks turned slightly red.
“I…. I have a ridiculous amount of magic, but I can barely use it.”
“I just heard that a while ago”
“Yes. I’m not sure I can do that. But it’s hard to consume magic when you can’t use it.”
“Huh…”
“So, apparently, if you drain your fluids, you drain your magic as well.”
“I see.”
(I guess the color has calmed down now that you’ve bled. …… Oh, but you didn’t seem to know that earlier.)
“Can it be blood? ……?”
I guess he doesn’t usually use the method of releasing magic power by shedding blood, judging from the fact that he curiously muttered, ‘I don’t care if it’s blood.’
(Then I wonder what they usually do. Body fluids …… sweat?)
Slender but muscular, Lord Solomon is also a skilled swordsman.
I had heard from friends that he sometimes mix with the knights of the royal city and train with them.
I guess he are sweating healthily and dissipating their magic power.
“Did you despise me ……?”
“Is it healthy and good?”
“Cough, cough….”
For some reason, he suddenly began to choke.
I don’t know why, but I’ve gotten used to it today because it’s just one of those things that keep happening.
And I am tired.
(I don’t care. I just want to go home.)
“Lord Solomon.”
When I call out to him, he looks up.
“Thank you for telling me everything. I will never betray your sincerity. I will take this to my grave.”
“Chelsea……!”
“So please forget about it.”
As if caught off guard, the golden eyes form a perfect circle.
“There was no one here today. I just took a little nap in this gazebo.”
Let’s pretend we never met, I suggested. It would have made everything go away, but for some reason, Lord Solomon’s eyes are getting sharper and sharper.
“Let’s stagger the time and return to the venue. I will come first, but I will greet my friend and then leave for the day.”
Why are your eyes fixed on it? The golden eyes with their swallowing light glint in them.
“Heh…”
He said only one word, and his voice was very low.
His thin lips, in contrast to his sharply scrutinized eyes, are arched, giving her a glamorous beauty.
The man in front of me suddenly looked like a man of color for his age, even though he had looked so cute in his panic earlier.
“I think Chelsea can pretend it never happened.”
“After doing something like that…”
He smiles coldly after doing that.
I was dismayed by the voice and eyes that seemed to accuse me.
(I’m the one who should be saying that.)
I feel as if I were a man who is being hounded to take responsibility for having dissipated his purity.
I don’t think I’m taking anything away from you, Lord Solomon…….
Don’t tell me he is trying to talk about dignity or man’s honor?
“I remember your softness and your scent so vividly.”
“!!!“
(What a thing to say!)
This would be a n-no, even if it were not a direct expression.
If you superimpose it on what just happened, it is more than a direct metaphor, it is obscene.
What have I done to deserve this level of humiliation?
(I did! Though I did!)
Even though I stared at him with tearful eyes, he didn’t seem to be intimidated.
Rather, I was the one who was frightened because he stared back at me with eyes filled with heat.
Even though I wanted to complain, I felt that if I said anything, I would be a snake in the bush, so I could not say anything.
I bit my lip tightly, and all I could do was.
“That’s all for now! Well, I’ll leave it at that!!”
With the determination to leave it at that for today, all I could do was run away.
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