Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

59 – Episode 59

After staring at each other’s naked bodies for a long time, they go into the bathroom to wash off the body fluids from their bodies.

Belita says her back hurts and tells me to go in and wash up first.

She nods, goes into the bathroom, and turns on her faucet.

The rusted faucet made a squeaking sound.

I’m not going to change this.

Ah, during vacation, all the students will go home, so I guess they fix it then.

She slightly closes her eyes from the overwhelming tiredness, then opens them.

Drops of water run down her hair.

She seemed to be screaming that she didn’t want to go down as she rounded the end.

She ends up being pushed down by the new waters that come down from above.

After finishing her shower, I roughly wiped myself with a towel and put on her clothes.

Her room was filled with the body odor that we had just shared, which could be said to be manly.

She opens the window in the room.

And she takes the cover off the bed and puts it in the closet.

She will finish dinner soon and Xenia will come to the room.

Smell, well, I smoked a lot of tobacco, so I can get rid of it somehow.

No, should I say covering it in this case?

She goes into the bathroom, washes her body once, wipes herself with a towel, and then she puts on a new set of clothes.

Then, as we sat down on the leather sofa that smelled of old, she said softly to Bellita, who had just washed and smelled of fresh flowers.

She has a pleasant voice and contains things that are not so good.

“It doesn’t matter if you marry another woman.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Even though I’m a priest, I only have good abilities, but I have no background. Unlike you.”

“It sounds like you’re already organized and bringing up the story, but I’ve never thought about anything like that.”

I take out the extra blanket that was inside and throw it on the bed.

There was a lot of dust blowing, but something will settle.

“Looks like it, anyway, don’t worry so much that you’ll go crazy if you have kids.

Well, I think it would be nice to have a house or something.”

“That’s what you should do.”

“It seems that what we say is someone else’s story.”

Belita giggled as she said that.

She told such a story to Belita.

“Why, if you think that my story is a ridiculous misfortune that is not a tragedy, I can’t stand it because it’s unpleasant.

That’s why I always act like it’s not my business no matter what happens to me.

And that becomes a habit. Even when I have to tell my story.”

“That’s why it doesn’t matter if you marry another woman.”

“What do you mean?”

At those words, Belita gets up from the bed and presses her body against me, then raises her head and looks up at me.

“No matter who you marry, you and I will live like this until we die of old age.”

Then, put your lips lightly on the neck, not on the lips, move away from me, straighten your clothes, and speak.

“I think this word was a bit romantic.”

“If you bring that word out there, that emotion will die.

And not very romantic.”

“I’m more embarrassed than anyone who talks about opium in front of me.”

A mistake, yes, a big mistake.

A huge mistake to say to the girl who watched her parents drowning in the swamp of bliss while smoking opium, even as they dried up and twisted from malnutrition right in front of her eyes.

At least one of the children in the orphanage had certain things that they were afraid of.

In Belita’s case, she said it was opium, and she was what it was to me.

If you have to think about it, it must have been hunger.

“Speaking like this makes me feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and if it gets worse, you might not even want to see my face, but I have to tell you this in advance.

If we keep all the things we can’t say inside each other, they will fester and explode someday.”

“At least not immediately after mixing.”

“That’s why my words are so long. It’s so embarrassing.”

The sun has long since gone down without leaving a trace, and darkness has returned to the sky.

From the open window, colder air begins to enter the room.

Feeling a bit chilly, I brewed two cups of her coffee, handed one to Belita, and I drank too.

“What I just wanted to say was really simple, but why did my words stretch so much?”

“What did you want to say?”

“I love you.”

“…You know what I just said really doesn’t go well with you, right?”

“Yes, I know.”

“That’s enough.”

Then Belita puffs out her cheeks slightly.

I don’t think he would have gotten angry, but it must have meant that he was in a situation where he could be pissed off.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“I love you.”

“That’s what it should be.”

“Xenia will be in the room soon, so hurry up and clean it up.”

The room was as clean as when I was first assigned to it.

To the extent that when Xenia comes, she wonders when she organized things like this.

A knock is heard from the door.

It has been a long time since she made and handed over a spare key, so Xenia knocks and she opens the door and she enters.

“Eric, I’m here!”

“Yes.”

As if she’s used to it, she packs a kettle herself and drinks a cup of her tea.

He said he couldn’t drink coffee because it was bitter, so he brought luxurious tea leaves blended with fruity tea leaves.

The whole room started to be filled with the scent of cherries.

Before Xenia brings up her story, she wets her neck with her tea and sighs.

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Laughter broke out involuntarily as she thought the child was trying to imitate her adult.

“Are you leaving in two days?”

“…Yes.”

“I have to pack my things to go back to the mansion, so I’m going to go back to my room and sleep from today!

I take care of this and that with Ella, well, there are a lot of things to do.”

“So, are you going back today?”

“… Ugh..”

Xenia stares at Belita once and continues her worries.

Then she finally nodded her head and said yes, she replied.

Seeing that they take care of the tea leaves piled up next to the pre-ground coffee powder, it seems like they won’t come back tomorrow either.

Well, I can’t just leave the tea leaves behind.

Because that withered blade of grass costs the same as gold.

“After lunch in two days, come right to the front door.

The carriage will be waiting there.”

“Okay.”

After saying that, Xenia packed all of her belongings into a small bag and walked to the front door to leave her room.

To Xenia, Bellita waved her hand at Xenia as she walked out with a satisfied expression on her face.

“Eric, if I’m not there, the priest and I just. Um. I can’t tell you… Anyway, I’ll go!”

“Goodbye.”

As Xenia spoke, her face blushed and ran out of her room.

Her body has already grown up, but her behavior is the same as when she was young, which made her feel cute and a bit confused.

Maybe I haven’t changed at all like that, as I thought of that.

Belita is no different from before, only the clothes she is wearing and the knowledge she has in her head have been added.

Maybe I am too.

“Eric, the little girl is gone too. Would you like to, um, do something like that with me? Hee.”

Hearing that, I just lay down next to Belita.

And instead of answering Belita’s invitation, she complained.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Then you don’t have to go.”

“Maybe.”

“You know what I just said is bullsh*t, right?”

“Yes.”

“At times like this, imagine a hopeful future.”

Belita rolls over to her side as she lies down and pulls out her cane from under her bed.

Then she uttered her spell again, and the room went dark, and a light rose above her wand.

A sacred atmosphere begins to form in the room, as if one has committed a sin, at least a confession.

“How is it, how holy is it?

Actually, you can do it even if you don’t believe in God.”

“Are you sure?”

In response to my question, Belita ponders it and then tells me an example she doesn’t want to hear.

“Seeing what priests who worshiped demons while shaking their hips at rotting animal carcasses can do it, I’m sure what I’m saying.

Did you say that you healed people with your holy power until the day before you were caught?”

“Well, that’s something you don’t really want to know.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to know either.”

As we exchange such words, we look at each other’s faces and inadvertently burst into laughter.

“Goodbye.”

“It’s something to be said tomorrow anyway.”

“That’s right, it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes.”

I get up from bed and take out the cigar I received as a gift from the past, which I put in the drawer.

I take out two cigarettes that feel a bit chewy and put one in her mouth and the other in her bellita’s mouth.

“Fire?”

She makes a small fire with her fingertips.

First, I lit my cigarette first, and then I lit Belita’s as well.

He sucks in a sip of smoke with his small lips and smiles softly.

“This is good. You said you left things like this and got your hands on her opium?”

“Sure.”

“I want to follow you, but I can’t.”

“It won’t work.”

“Shall we go to sleep?”

“Yes.”

Not much, without a second thought, we just hugged each other comfortably and went to sleep.

And then a day passed, and another day passed.

The day has come to return to the mansion by carriage.

At least I won’t be called an illegitimate child anymore.

Even if the origin is the same.