My Lover's Personality is a Little Strange

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Er, Lia. Don't make it hard for your uncle.......

It's okay. Look. I'm not that sick.

And he went out into the garden with the children before I could stop them.

'Well, if he's really not feeling well, he wouldn't have come all the way here.......'

However, I couldn't help but worry.

Because I saw a sword stabbing him to death in the heart, so how can I not worry.

'I'm glad. I'm so, so glad.'

I thought again as I rose from the window.

I'm so glad.

Because Ernst didn't die.

The memory of the moment when I had to hurt him with my hands still lingered horribly in my head.

But the prince is listening to this conversation. In here.

He wants you to kill him. Because he doesn't want to bother you.

I hesitated, even though I knew that I should kill him according to the teachings of Chernicia, which I had learned since I was a child.

But I couldn't kill Ernst with my own hands.......

And it was none other than Theodore who came forward on behalf of me, who couldn't do anything and only shed tears.

Yves, I'll do it.

I'll be a good dog later, but I want to be a bad dog for once. Scold me later.

Theodore said so in a calm voice at first glance, but could not completely conceal the distressing colour that rose above his face.

To pass by without knowing, I knew him too well.

You know, Yves. I'm a bad person, so don't worry at all.

As you said, I'm trash.

Trash is being trash. You just have to curse at me.

Why it was so heartbreaking at that moment, I couldn't understand.

At the sudden throbbing sensation of the moment, I slowly exhaled a breath and went down the stairs.

At that time, I only thought that Ernst might die, but when I looked back over time, I could see that he was also with me in the cause of my tears.

For some reason, I kept thinking of Theodore's voice to kill Ernst on my behalf.

As I was sent across time and space with the disappearance of Tenebris, I realized once again that Theodore really loved me a lot in the past.

The past with him was even beautiful.

To the point where it's sad.

Theodore, who I met again as an adult, constantly poured great love into me.

The amount of Theodore's love to me was always overflowing, but in fact I liked him as much as he did.

I couldn't help liking him.

Come to think of it, when I was very young, I mean when I first met him.

Somehow I felt a little fondness for him back then.

I was too young to know the feeling of love, but every time I saw him, I felt particularly hot in my face.

Even though I hated the embarrassment, I didn't hate the heat that rose brightly on my face.

It was nice to be with him.

It was a short and intense childhood connection.

Since then, I have forgotten him with various things that have shaken my life, but sometimes I remember that childhood.

It was such a precious memory on days when Katarina's bullying was particularly severe. I would reminisce by myself as if taking out a precious treasure and put it back in my memories with a smile.

When we met again, he gave me the greatest love that would never happen again.

I had never received such love from anyone.

The family that cared for me didn't love me that much either.

Theodore at that time was like a person who lived to find the reason for loving me every day.

It would be a lie if I didn't miss those days.

Nevertheless, I told him firmly that we could never go back to those days.

Okay, I'll forgive you. But I can't ever love you.

I'll forgive you.

But love can't be rekindled.

'No. It's the other way around.'

But his staunch refusal was my defense mechanism, and I did not want to look shabby in front of him.