# 80
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Without realizing it, I began to get used to life in Joris. Sertin would go out in the morning and not return until sunset.
This was because the Crown Prince would never let Sirten go.
Sertin muttered with a tired face
“You look happy.”
"Yes. We've won half the battle, haven't we?"
The decision to execute Augustin was made the day before yesterday. This news has just arrived as breaking news.
It still seems strange for a human being to die, but the victory we achieved over Duke Spellman was, as always, deeply meaningful.
“Mubarak sirtin.”
Sertin leaned over and kissed my cheek, then leaned back on the sofa, leaning back as if he were collapsing.
The sofa next to me sank softly.
“Are you very tired?”
“So tired that I can't even celebrate our victory now.”
Sertin muttered softly. He smelled faintly of alcohol.
It was mixed with orange perfume.
“Did you drink a lot?”
"no."
Sertin stared at me with half-lidded eyes. Perhaps due to the accumulation of fatigue, he looked more spoiled and attractive.
A handsome man remains handsome even if he is tired.
Even if he is drunk, he is handsome.
Maybe because I realized my feelings for him, I came to see him as more perfect. Even Certin's flaws seemed perfect to me.
Sertin caressed my cheek with his fingers.
“Sometimes I feel like you're a dream.”
I took his hand and rested my cheek on his large, long palm. She blinked slowly.
“I'm afraid in the morning I'll wake up and find you gone.”
"I?"
She laughed at his words. Where am I going?
You are the only one who understands me.
And even when I do weird things, you're the only one who finds them cute.
Serten smiled lazily and closed his eyes. I threw myf into his embrace. So he contained me by nature.
His long arms wrapped around me, and his hot breath fell on my neck. Augustine's death was far away, and this embrace was by my side.
Augustin Spielmann pays for his crimes. I remembered the face of the man who was assaulting the maids.
He must have lived like this all his life.
Even in the original novel, Augustin was killing many, making them suffer.
The things she did were the fuse that led to his death.
It was a strange feeling, a mixture of joy and sadness.
She inhaled the scent of Sirtain deeply. This alleviated the feeling of guilt.
She rubbed my cheek with the heat of Sertine's body. Thus, I erased Augustine's name.
“Being in your arms like this is definitely a reality, but sometimes I feel like you are so far away.”
“…This is ridiculous.”
“Yes, it is a ridiculous illusion.”
Sertin muttered lazily, then bowed. Then he kissed me, and I was cradled in his arms like a kitten.
Our lips met.
The sound of laughter dissipated, and I felt Sirtin's voice wash over me.
I felt like my hair was standing up.
“Ha…”
Sirtain whispered, kissing my cheek gently.
I closed my eyes tightly. Sirtin pulled me to his body.
I felt my body collapse under Sirtain's touch. The weather was getting more dangerous…….
Feeling like I was about to lose my mind, I buried my face into Sertain's shoulder. I thought it was okay if I didn't see him, but it wasn't.
Because I couldn't see him, the other sensations were multiplied.
I felt Sirtain kissing my neck, rubbing the delicate skin of my shoulders, his calloused fingers massaging my skin.
“Sirtin...”
I couldn't suppress my voice any longer, so I called his name. Sertin let out a deep breath.
“I'm going crazy.”
Fortunately, it seemed like I wasn't the only one. My body was hot. I wanted to cling to two biographies more.
I raised my head and accepted two resumes. The air was filled with the scent of orange.
"Good morning."
I said as I leaned on the bed, waiting for him to wake up. I looked up at him smiling, his misty eyes came back into focus and he stared at me intently.
"… Good morning."
Take certin tablet lightly.
I slept in the same bed with him yesterday too. He was twisting the fabric of my nightgown in his hand and letting it go again and again.
There was no confession, but there were definitely feelings.
As much as I loved Cyrtain, he loved me too.
I was aware of that truth with my entire being. I cupped his cheek with my hand and then pulled it away.
“Wake up, you lazy bum.”
“…Where do you plan to go today?”
“Hmm. It’s temple visit day. The Crown Princess seems to be more excited than I expected.”
Sertin ran his hand over his face.
“This couple is active and hard-working.”
He meant the Crown Prince and his wife. The Crown Prince was preparing for his rule.
He was making a great effort to obtain better terms in the upcoming trade negotiations with Lixia.
Perhaps the care shown by the Crown Princess towards me was for this reason. Lixia was the ruler of the Eastern Continent. If only we could get the upper hand in the relationship with Lixia, they would have gained a lot.
“Is Sertin also planning to tour the port today with the Crown Prince?”
"no."
Sertin laughed with his eyes half closed.
“Today I am thinking of going to temple with you.”
“…Didn’t you say you don’t believe those superstitions?”
“I still don't believe her.”
Lixia's faith was a little weak. The relationship between the temple and the emperor was also frosty.
This was due to the policy of suppressing the temple authority in the past, but despite the policy, there were no restrictions on the citizens of the empire.
“So where does Certain believe?”
He poked my nose with his fingers.
"here."
“Cirtin.”
“Or maybe here?”
My cheek tingled.
“What are you doing now...”
“Or maybe here.”
Sertin gave me a short kiss on the lips. And I laughed with him at his joke. It was a happy morning.
While Cirtin was wandering listlessly in the Healing Temple, that is, when the wife of Crown Prince Yuris did not know what to do and was sweating anxiously,
At that time, Augustin was bidding farewell to Duke Spelmann for the last time.
“You are truly amazing. Giving up your son seems to have great meaning!”
Augustin shouted, almost foaming at the mouth.
Duke Spelman burst out laughing.
“Augustin, you are an idiot.”
Duke Spellman's gaze was cold. There was not an ounce of sadness in her.
This fact made Augustin shake with nausea.
“Do you think I left you alone?”
Augustin closed his lips tightly.
“I abandoned my wife who gave birth to my children.”
Duke Spellman was indifferent, as if he was just doing what he had to do.
"I tamed my daughter as if she were an animal. To use her at the right time. I took everything she had from her and put it in my hands."
Duke Spelman began listing what he had accomplished.
The blood disappeared from Augustin's face.
“What makes you different from them?”
“Ah, father...!”
“Why did you think you were special?”
“I…I…”
He couldn't say the word "son." He remembered Evelyn's face, which he had mocked and despised. She was also the daughter of the Duke of Spelman.
“What was different?”
Duke Spellman sighed.
“That's right, didn't I warn you? Not to act recklessly.”
His voice was unbearably cold.
Only then did Augustine understand. He was never the son of the Duke of Spelmann.
He was no different from Evelin.
That night, Augustin Spielmann was executed.
It was a miserable end compared to his great ambitions.