After entering the room, Thrett didn’t place Ellyad on the bed but instead carried him to the table in the room, making him sit there.
“?”
Before Ellyad could ask, Thrett took off his boots without permission, and rainwater dripped onto the floor. Afterwards, he opened the cloak and unbuttoned Ellyad’s shirt button by button. Before Ellyad could react, his upper garment was taken off.
Thrett then reached for the belt, but Ellyad quickly stopped the hand that was about to undo his belt and trousers.
‘Uh, Thrett.’
Unfortunately, with a swift sound, the belt was pulled out, and the buttons on the pants were simultaneously undone.
“If you don’t change out of your wet clothes now, you’ll definitely catch a cold,” Thrett said earnestly. Despite being the Demon King, he delved into various fields of knowledge. After all, he was the only Demon King in history to read every book in the library of the entire Demon King’s Castle. Even in a contest of knowledge against the wisest elven elders on the continent of Sipistole, he might not lose.
So, understanding the cause of a mere human catching a cold was not a difficult task for him. The tricky part was that healing magic only worked on injuries, and it was powerless against illnesses. If Ellyad accidentally caught a cold, they would have to rely on medicine and his own immune system to deal with it. Moreover, as the Demon King, using healing spells, which belonged to the domain of light magic, was quite laborious.
‘Thrett, I can undress myself… Ah!’ Just as Ellyad, who had been struggling, was about to say something, he was suddenly overwhelmed by Thrett on the table, and he could only gasp silently.
“There are still some wounds on your body; don’t move recklessly,” Thrett’s tone was just as forceful as before, if not more so.
‘But…’
“Don’t be verbose; lift your waist a bit.” Thrett pressed down on him, swiftly removing his pants. Then, he walked to the bedside, pulled out a white bedsheet, draped it over Ellyad, and only then carried him to the bed.
“I’ll help you wipe your hair.”
Thrett casually picked up a clean piece of clothing nearby to wipe Ellyad’s hair, but Ellyad resisted repeatedly: ‘I can do this myself.’ Completely undressed and having someone help him wipe his hair, he felt like a child in need of care.
Seeing Ellyad persistently resisting, Thrett simply tossed the cloth to him and then walked toward the door of the room, intending to instruct Ziyuan to bring a few sets of replacement clothes.
Thinking that Thrett was angry with his unreasonable behavior and couldn’t bear it any longer, Ellyad quickly grabbed the sheet wrapped around him and rushed off the bed, seizing Thrett’s wrist.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Your… No, Thrett! You—” Ziyuan rudely pointed with a trembling index finger at the Demon King’s back, already so astonished that he could hardly form coherent words.
Regardless of whether the Demon King’s companion was male or female, or of any race, Ziyuan wouldn’t be so shocked. However, using his sworn enemy as a partner was just too unacceptable.
Even though Thrett knew that Ziyuan had misunderstood something, he couldn’t be bothered to explain to him.
“I need you to buy two sets of clothes for me and Ellyad.” He didn’t need to agree because it was an order from the Demon King. Without waiting for Ziyuan’s response, Thrett closed his door, turned around, and went back to his room.
“And you, from now on, are not allowed to leave the bed.” After saying this, Thrett hoisted up Ellyad, who was waiting for him at the door, brought him back to the bed, and handed the cloth used for hair-wiping to Ellyad. “Didn’t you say you could do it yourself?”
Realizing that Thrett’s attitude was no longer as gentle as before, Ellyad cautiously spoke, ‘Thrett.’
“What is it?” Even without sound, Thrett could easily converse with Ellyad through lip-reading, knowing that this part remained unchanged, which eased Ellyad’s mind.
‘Are you still angry?’ Ellyad looked at Thrett standing by the bed, asking timidly through lip speaking.
“Of course.” Thrett replied while taking off his soaked shirt.
Usually dressed in black attire, Thrett appeared tall and slender. However, when he took off his clothes, one could see the well-defined muscular lines on his body, and his upright figure exuded an artistic beauty.
‘Then why did you come to find me just now?’
If no sound is made to call, the contract won’t be established. So, Thrett shouldn’t have found me, not to mention that he’s still mad at me. Even if he chooses to let me die, it’s understandable.
“Because you were calling me. Didn’t I promise you before? Besides, even if the contract is void, the agreement still exists.”
So that’s how it is. The two kisses from before represented two different meanings: one was the contract bound by magic, and the other was the agreement without any coercive effect. Thrett came to find Ellyad because he was keeping the promise he made.
Putting on a coat, Thrett continued, “Although I’m angry, I also realized something.”
‘What is it?’
Thrett sat at the edge of the bed, slightly brushing aside his drenched black bangs, revealing a face so beautiful that it was almost overwhelming.
“Even though I’m angry, my affection for you hasn’t decreased at all. I can’t imagine myself hating you.” Despite the anger, the feeling of fondness remained unchanged. Thrett couldn’t control this strange emotion, but he refused to give it a name. After all, for a demon, it seemed unnatural.
Hearing Thrett’s words, Ellyad felt a sense of relief but also increased guilt.
‘I’m sorry for wielding my sword against you. I promise I won’t do it again from now on!’ Ellyad said excitedly. If Thrett could hear him, it would have been a resolute and powerful declaration.
“It’s unnecessary. Human language consists of 60% lies. Also, the other 30% is sound, and 10% is spit,” Thrett shrugged and chuckled lightly.
Still, liking Ellyad doesn’t mean he will forgive him. Thrett doesn’t need any assurances from Ellyad; those assurances are far less significant than the contract and agreement he has with Ellyad. This was Thrett’s conclusion. Since Ellyad couldn’t respond to him, he wouldn’t insist. Unfortunately, this mindset, rather than being magnanimous, seemed more like giving up on his own feelings. At the same time, it validated the notion that “demons don’t experience love,” becoming the best evidence for it.
‘Thrett doesn’t believe it… What the hell should I do to make him believe me?’
Facing Thrett’s explicit denial, Ellyad suddenly had a brilliant idea. He took Thrett’s hand and, using lip-speaking, said clearly, ‘I pledge my life as a sacrifice, hereby swearing—’
Ellyad imitated the content of Thrett’s oath at that time, saying, ‘From now on, no matter what temptations or situations I face, I will never point my sword at Thrett Fyndrilval Ellyad, swearing in the name of Ellyad.’
Although this oath could only be considered a joke, completely lacking binding power, Thrett couldn’t help but be convinced by Ellyad’s sincere expression. In the end, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but this time it wasn’t a disdainful mockery.
“Then I’ll trust you this once.” Ellyad always managed to easily stir his emotional ups and downs and being a Demon Lord really did make Thrett’s arrogant nature that much more disheartening at times.
‘And then I also need to… um…’ Ellyad suddenly remembered something, stuttering stiffly. Thrett couldn’t quite understand this sentence.
“What did you just say?”
‘I mean, where should I… kiss for the oath?’
It turned out that Ellyad was referring to the oath kiss. Thrett had given him two initially, each on the ring and pinky fingers of the left hand. Both had their significance, so Ellyad didn’t know where to kiss to make his oath representative. This matter was to show Ellyad’s sincerity to Thrett, so Ellyad didn’t want to approach it with any hint of negligence.
Thrett went from a mild smile to suppressing laughter. He hadn’t expected Ellyad to imitate even this. Suddenly having a mischievous idea, Thrett cupped Ellyad’s cheeks and brought his face close.
“Just kiss on—”
Their breaths lingered between their lips about to meet. Ellyad tensed his whole body nervously and struggled to restrain the impulse to resist.
Although he had experience kissing women, this was his first time kissing a man, and he approached it with such seriousness and caution.
“Haha, wait, hahaha! Sorry, Ellyad, I just couldn’t hold it in. Seriously, you’re too serious; you’re as stiff as a board.” Thrett instantly collapsed on the bed in laughter, and he continued to laugh for a while.
‘….’ Realizing that he had been tricked, Ellyad grumbled with irritation.
Having laughed too much, Thrett got up, composed his face, and said seriously, “Basically, the oath kiss cannot be initiated by the one under the oath. You can owe me this one for now.”
‘…Might as well owe it for a lifetime.’ Ellyad retorted in frustration.
“Well, since you say you’ll owe it for a lifetime, I can’t do much about it.” Thrett still didn’t take Ellyad’s oath seriously. The harm Ellyad had caused him with the swung sword was irreparable. Thrett thought that even if Ellyad offered the deepest apology, he probably wouldn’t be able to completely forgive him.
At the moment of the sword swing, although he hadn’t sustained any physical injuries, there was an intense and heart-wrenching pain that seemed to corrode his entire body. Thrett initially thought it was a magical effect from the Hero Sword, but later discovered it wasn’t. The excruciating pain seemed to originate from within himself, but Thrett didn’t understand why.
“Even if we can’t be together forever, so what?” Thrett was happy to be with Ellyad at this moment. For him, this fleeting moment was enough; he didn’t need anything more.
‘This time, I feel like I’ve learned a bit more about the unseen sides of Thrett.’ Ellyad suddenly expressed his sentiments. Whether it was Thrett’s angry expression, his scolding, his complete adherence to the agreement, or the laughter that had just turned the room upside down, Ellyad had witnessed them all for the first time.
“What about after witnessing those sides of me? Do you dislike me?”
‘Not at all. I also really like Thrett, so I’m happy to get to know more about you. But I don’t like being teased,’ Ellyad said, feeling a bit awkward expressing these sentiments. However, he wore a wry smile, and there wasn’t a hint of falsehood in his words. In Thrett’s language, ‘like’ didn’t necessarily mean romantic love, and Ellyad understood that. Yet, he could gradually sense that his feelings of ‘liking’ Thrett were evolving into something deeper.
“Do you know, rather than making oaths, hearing these words from you makes me happier.” Thrett, as always, ruffled Ellyad’s hair with a smile. “And if there’s a next time, I’ll remember to tone it down a bit.” For the first time, he heard, or rather saw, Ellyad responding with a sense of ‘liking.’
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