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Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (3)

Merson laughs at my question. It was dazzling like the sunlight scattered over the snowy mountains. Then, as always, a sweet kiss made my heart beat faster.

“It’s me. The me that Erina thinks of.”

The you I think of.

You, who foolishly only look at me, not even thinking about other people’s eyes, show affection without hesitation, not caring about the time and place, and cry and laugh at my compliments as if it was everything in the world.

You, who have been living like that for 3 years, very slowly dyed my heart in your color.

The corners of my mouth were itchy. With just one word from Merson, the sandcastle I had built up in my heart was swept away by the waves. Like he was telling me to build it from scratch.

I faced him directly. Without considering this or that, only him.

I called him by a name that I thought I would never call him in this world, or maybe my whole life.

“Kayle.”

Whatever it is, you are you. The man who was filling my heart to the fullest is Merson and Kayle. Because of this, I could also accept Merson even if I had to pinpoint one of the two.

Because they both think they are themselves. At least his heart toward me was sincere.

“Yes.”

Now I am finally able to laugh. Laughter flows out as if a hole has been made in my lungs because of this man who pulls on my waist, supports the back of my neck with his large hands, and kisses me deeply.

However, it seems that this man is not normal either. The corners of his lips that went up throughout the kiss didn’t want to come down. A pleasant laugh flowed between our lips.

As expected, people cannot easily fall asleep when the bed is changed. No, in my case, is it a problem with the person I sleep with? Well, anyway, the sleeping environment shouldn’t change easily.

As soon as the spirit that was so bubbly in the imperial castle returns to the inn where Merson is, I immediately pull the blanket. My brain had already gone off work before I even had time to count the sheep. I went through a lot of hardship and sprinted all night, so I fell asleep immediately.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was up in the middle of the sky. Ah, since even yawning was too much for me, I must have had a pretty swollen face.

I stretched my arms over the ceiling and turned my waist to stretch, but I could feel his hot gaze.

“When did you wake up?”

“Four hours ago.”

“… Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You look pretty when you’re sleeping, so I was looking at you.”

“It makes me sick to my stomach to hear that in the morning. Go and serve me spicy kimchi stew with lots of red pepper powder.”

I pushed Merson away, crumpling my face that did not move well. Raising his upper body, he leaned his forehead on my shoulder and murmured.

“Sometimes Erina says things I can’t understand.”

“It’s because I’m half asleep.”

The first morning with the Demon King, who regained his memory, was no different from any other day. The same messy hair, and there was a lot of unnecessary charm from morning, and the mumbled voice was the same. Of course, the clock hands were denying me that it was not morning.

“Evan is quiet. I thought he would make a fuss about being hungry.”

I took off the blanket to go to Evan’s room to see if Chenin was well. Then Merson grabs me by the waist and won’t let go.

“Let’s stay like this for a little while longer.”

“If I get lazier here, I will become a stag beetle larva.”

I shook off the clinging Merson and got out of bed. After wiping my face with the palm of my hand, I checked my face in the mirror. Oh, it’s nicely swollen. If I slept a little longer, I might have exploded.

I laughed at myself in the mirror, but then I felt a sense of difference and pushed the mirror close to my face.

“Merson. The neck bruise, did you treat it?”

The bruise, which looked unsightly before, had completely disappeared. Come to think of it, the Emperor didn’t even say anything about the bruise. But now it’s gone.

“No.”

“Huh? Then how? It’s not a bruise that disappears easily.”

“Self-treatment. Your magic has been opened. Most wounds will heal in the blink of an eye. Because you are my companion.”

As Merson said, the bruises had completely disappeared without leaving any traces. I touched my neck, which had returned to its original skin color, with my fingers.

“Companion…….”

There were no wounds, but for some reason, the area around my neck was itching. No, is it lower than that? It hurts somewhere deeper.

“Are you sad?”

Merson stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, lowering his lips to my neck. A warm breath spreads, and soon after, the touch of his soft lips presses on the delicate skin.

“I want to engrave in many other places as well.”

He seems to be getting more and more sly. From the beauty of flowers that I can see as soon as I open my eyes, to the awkward comments, to the unreserved skinship. If I die before the average mortality age, the cause of death must be a heart attack.

“Stop it.”

I can’t get shaken. If I accept Merson’s blatant actions one by one, I will be in a position where I can’t get out of bed for the rest of my life.

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