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Chapter 95

"You bastard...!"

The servant's reaction, who wanted to pick a fight with Andrea, was quick. The servant drew a dagger from his waist. But that was a miserable mistake. The main weapon of Andrea, an assassin, was a dagger that could secretly stab the opponent at close range. Fighting with a dagger was no different from surrendering and giving up one's life. It was when Andrea, who was about to take out his own dagger with a smile on his face.

Puck.

A large pillow hit the servant's face and fell.

"Angel!"

Having just thrown a pillow, Del stood proudly, staring at the servant with a huff.

"I-I apologize! To lose my composure in front of an Angel... Please forgive me. It was my negligence."

How pathetic. Andrea scoffed at the servant. However, a moment later, another pillow flew, this time towards Andrea.

"Del?"

It didn't hurt, but for some reason, a sense of disappointment welled up. Andrea, holding his left cheek as if he had been slapped, looked at Del with a pout. Yet, Del, mercilessly, turned his head away and lay down.

"The angel does not want us to fight. Please leave without going against the angel's wishes."

The servant said, taking a seat beside Del and starting to fan him. Del closed his eyes and rested, receiving the gentle fanning.

Andrea felt strangely upset. He pulled out a chair at the dining table, sat down, and relaxed his body. It was a habit of his to pretend to relax whenever his mind was complicated. He gazed at the neatly arranged blanket on the bed.

Not long ago, Andrea had kissed and comforted Del on this bed, comforting his loneliness. Although not real lovers, he could pretend to be lovers just like Del wanted.

The time spent intimately with Del, nearly reaching the point of penetration, had been a considerable shock for Andrea. Committing acts he had never dared to try even with the real Del Narcissus left him with guilt. Though he did not go all the way, partly due to Del's exhaustion even if Del had permitted it, Andrea wasn't able to go inside him.

The reason Andrea's favorability did not easily increase was this reason. The current Del was someone he needed to protect.

However, the fact that Del was cold and indifferent to Andrea was another problem. Even when Del was afraid of Andrea, he had never shown a cold attitude. So, Andrea was unfamiliar with the current Del, and a little nervous.

After lying down for an hour due to insomnia, Del finally got up. It was because he could only sleep in small chinks due to insomnia. Del dismissed all the servants who had stood guard by his bedside until he woke up. There were no specific orders for Andrea to leave.

Even when Andrea was sitting at the dining table, Del didn't spare a glance. He drank more water, did a bit of writing practice at a small desk, and then sat by the window, watching people outside the Sablum bustling about. Del maintained an indifferent posture as if Andrea didn't exist.

Andrea didn't say anything first either, just sat back in his chair and watched Del. The house had an atmosphere of silence.

Then someone came from the door outside

"Angel, this is the tribal chef. I'll go in for a moment."

Andrea looked at the doorway without hiding his annoyance. Even though Del can't speak and can't answer, barging in is just unacceptable. Andrea mentally counted the small, sharp weapons hidden in the chief's chest, thighs, ankles, back, and forearms.

The tribal chief didn't enter alone. A familiar man followed him. It was Fernando, with bandages tightly wound around one of his wrists.

"I've heard the late news that Sablum's warrior, Fernando, has committed an offense against the Angel. I, as the tribal chief, have come to seek forgiveness."

As the chief spoke, his firm and muscular bronze-colored chest twitched. People typically covered their bodies with long clothes to protect themselves from the sun and dust in Sablum, but this chief seemed to enjoy exposing his upper body. Whether it was to show off his strong physique as a tribal chief or to seduce the innocent Del, Andrea found it quite annoying.

"Fernando, kneel."

The chief commanded with a stern voice, quite different from when addressing Del. Fernando, with a pale complexion, came forward and kneeled before Del. Looking closely, the arm wrapped in bandages was slightly shorter than the other one, and the end was rounded and blunt. It seemed like a hand had been amputated, Andrea thought indifferently.

"Angel, please kill me!"

Fernando shouted passionately, pounding his head on the ground.

"I dare not commit such a sin that could almost harm the Angel. I'll repay you with my life!"

Then, Fernando continued to press his head firmly into the ground. Del's face gradually paled. He seemed at a loss for what to do. Andrea coldly observed the tribal chief and Fernando.

"Your putting on this show on purpose."

It was a kind of show to relieve Del's guilt and debt. Andrea could clearly see it as a calculated act by the chief to manipulate Del.