Chapter 148: The Eternal Rest in The Eternal Winter
“Si…gren?”
Sigren asked in a low voice, “Do you like Heilon, Fiona?”
‘Liking it enough to take the risk of riding that giant dragon?‘
The answer came easily, as if it were a random question. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“Well, of course.”
Fiona gave up trying to escape his arms and patted him on the back. She grumbled that he was heavy, but it was just an excuse; he wasn’t heavy at all.
“Honestly, I’ve never considered this place before. I even wondered if I liked my job here.”
It was an environment that forced her to keep people at a distance. She didn’t have to engage her feelings in human interactions here. If she cared too much, she would go crazy. Just a few hours ago, a subordinate who had chatted with her while calling her “Miss Mage” was found dead, half his body torn apart by a monster.
However, she felt like she was getting stronger.
Fiona spoke softly. “But after I left and then came back here, I realized I really like this place.”
It wasn’t until she returned that she recognized how much she had missed: the white snow, the rougher accents compared to the capital, the wine barrels in the warehouse, and the soldiers who noisily greeted them. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“So, I want to do well.”
“Which one?”
“Governing Heilon. Not just as a duty, but passionately.”
“…”
Sigren raised his head, his eyes meeting hers.
“You’ll do well.”
Fiona smiled brightly. “Really?”
Sigren got up and carefully helped her to her feet. There was no lie in his words; Fiona would do very well.
‘The problem is me.’
Before, he could confidently say that the only person Fiona had a special affection for was himself. After that was Abel. But not anymore. He realized she had many secrets and cherished more things than he had imagined. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
Sigren laughed at himself. Recently, he felt that he had become more narrow-minded. To put it lightly, his feelings resembled the jealousy of a firstborn when a younger sibling is born. Of course, if someone looked deeper, it was much uglier than that.
He cupped Fiona’s cheek and whispered, “You will definitely become the best family head.”
“Aren’t you praising your lover too much?”
It was nice to be acknowledged, even while feeling so bruised.
“But Fiona.”
“Hmmm?”
Their foreheads pressed lightly against each other.
Sigren whispered with his eyes closed. “You must own me very well.”
The image of her disappearing into the sky with Clemente flashed in his mind. He couldn’t catch her, and that possibility could happen more in the future. She would move forward, and she would change. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
Sigren smiled crookedly. “I’m probably more annoying than a pet cat.”
“What a strange metaphor.” Fiona let out a short laugh and hugged him.
It was clear she didn’t understand the emotions hidden behind his words. Yet he knew her very well. She could leave without looking back, and even if she went to a place where she didn’t know anyone, she would do well. But that unsettling thought should remain only in his imagination. He still belonged to her, and he would do everything he could to prevent that from happening.
While Sigren was lost in thought, Fiona whispered sweetly, “Sigren, it’s because you’re always by my side that I’ve been able to hold on all this time.”
Somehow, he felt an urge to make her fall apart.
“It could have changed.”
Still, he knew he should be content with what he had now.
“Sigren, it’s like I’ve become stronger thanks to you.”
But sometimes, he really wished she would become weak instead and fully rely on him. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“It’s only natural because you’re precious to me.”
In that moment, the word “most” had disappeared. Her language became more obscure the further she moved forward.
Sigren hugged Fiona, their hearts pulsing sweetly against each other.
“Fiona, you’re precious to me, too,” he whispered, as always, wearing the mask of a dependable childhood friend and faithful lover.
Love was like the warp and weft of a fabric.
“…best in the world.”
Sometimes, it felt like getting tangled in a thorn bush. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
‘So please, own me well.’
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Now that I was in Heilon, I decided to help Abel with the overdue paperwork. There was a lot that hadn’t been done while he was missing.
“Does Sigren treat you well now that you two are dating?” Abel asked abruptly, still focused on the paperwork. Oh, he was curious.
Come to think of it, we had started dating shortly after Abel left.
“Of course. When has he ever failed me?”
“No, he….”
Rarely did Abel show a troubled expression.
“Is it blindness?”
I replied while still looking at the papers. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“Well, it’s good to be devoted….”
Abel murmured, “I can see you still don’t understand. Damn it, I shouldn’t have allowed you to pick up a strange rock when you were kids….”
Wait, did he just compare Sigren to a rock?
I quickly protested, “It’s not a rock! It’s a diamond! A diamond!”
At least call it a gold bar!
Abel ignored me. “Anyway, you two should get along well and beautifully.”
What was he talking about? I couldn’t get along better and healthier than this. We were even holding hands while sleeping!
“Pat him hard so he wags his tail at you, just like a well-trained dog. Otherwise, he might bite.”
Abel even mimicked a dog biting with his two hands. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“Wait, isn’t that comparison a bit much for your disciple?”
Look at that analogy; wasn’t it really bad?
After chatting like that, we returned to handling the documents for a long time.
Suddenly, I noticed Abel’s hand stiffen as he read a letter. I guessed it was mixed in with the papers.
“Fiona….”
“Yes…?”
“You stayed out all night.”
“Huck….”
I involuntarily held my breath. Did he just read Celine’s letter? Then he rummaged through another letter. It was the one I had sent a few days ago. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“It says here that you’re engaged to Sigren.”
Why the hell did the letters come to him so late, mixed in with the documents?
Gosh, the timing was so bad.
He smiled coolly as he picked up the letter.
“The letter saying you want to get engaged after staying out overnight.”
Stay out overnight.
An engagement.
I could see my life in danger after taking two hits from my adoptive father. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
I smiled as sweetly as possible.
“Fa…ther?”
“It’s useless now.”
Abel stood up and banged on his desk. He then shouted, “Call that damn boy Sigren right now!”
…Ah damn it, it didn’t work. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
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