‘Thursday was Marquis Gerard, Friday was Margrave Hayden, and Saturday was Grand Duke Teore, I think.’
All three were the type of people who would welcome receiving treatment from Edrion with open arms, so they would probably be happy with Blizan’s notice.
No matter how much he thought about it, it didn’t seem like anyone would rush over to protest Blizan’s notice, so Raha made up his mind to spend his time leisurely reading old books in his room until the coming Monday.
Born with a shut-in constitution, he had no problem spending days alone.
Thus, for Raha, this situation was actually quite welcome, and he was spending his time leisurely without much worry.
Until Saturday, when the Northern Grand Duke, Teore, who was supposed to come to the Great Temple, burst through his door without even knocking.
“What did you do to Blizan… no, the Crown Prince?”
Teore asked that as soon as he entered, his face looking incredibly sharp.
Raha, who had been lying on the long sofa with his legs stretched out, eating cookies and reading an old book about Berteron, jumped up with his eyes wide.
Pieces of cookie fell from his mouth, and the chocolate on them stained his white priest’s robes.
“Darn it.”
Brushing off his clothes instinctively and letting out a sigh, Raha asked Teore, who was twitching his eyebrows intimidatingly.
“What brings you here?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know?”
“Of course I’m asking because I don’t know.”
When Raha said that with a shrug, Teore’s eyes twisted fiercely.
At his displeased expression, Raha pointedly touched his own neck and said to him.
“It doesn’t seem like you’ve come to strangle me again.”
Since Blizan—who knew what had gotten into him—was now terrifyingly obsessed with his safety, Teore wouldn’t be able to threaten Raha’s life as he had before the possession.
Because of that, Raha wasn’t very intimidated even by Teore’s gaze, which looked as if it could kill him.
“I’m asking what you did to the Crown Prince to make him say he’s taking you to the Imperial Palace.”
He also asked if Raha had used some trick to monopolize Blizan, making all the other elementalists on other days receive treatment from Edrion.
Since the original Raha had an unrequited love for Blizan and tried everything to be involved with him, it was a reasonable thought from Teore’s perspective.
However, since he was truly innocent, Raha closed the old book about Berteron and said to him.
“Well, I think you’ll have to ask the Crown Prince that yourself.”
“You must have used some trick for the Crown Prince to insist on bringing you into the Palace. Tell me honestly, did you tell the Crown Prince to dump all the other guys on Edrion so you could…”
“I think I understand what you’re misunderstanding.”
Raha interrupted Teore and brushed his hair back.
“I didn’t say a single word to the Crown Prince about wanting something like this, okay? And in the first place, His Highness was someone who hated me to the point of contempt. Would such a person listen to my request?”
Teore also thought that made sense, so he couldn’t really counter Raha’s words.
‘But something…’
Teore, feeling that Raha’s blue eyes staring at him were somehow unfamiliar, slightly arched his eyebrows.
His appearance and vibe felt different from when he had provoked Teore into using his elemental power, and his heart flickered strangely.
Perhaps his guilt over almost losing control and killing him was being misinterpreted as this kind of emotion.
Since he had returned to the Grand Duke’s castle after strangling him with the darkness attribute and making him faint, he had been constantly blaming himself, thinking he shouldn’t have gone that far.
“High Priest.”
“Yes, Grand Duke.”
Looking at the way he addressed him, it was indeed that annoying High Priest.
Yet he didn’t know why he felt this unfamiliar sensation.
Raha, completely unaware of Teore’s inner thoughts, tilted his head as Teore called him but said nothing.
“Grand Duke?”
“Anyway, the High Priest doesn’t know why the Crown Prince is suddenly acting like that.”
“Yes, I’m flustered as well.”
“I should have gone to the Crown Prince’s Palace instead of here.”
Teore said, turning around abruptly. At that, Raha nodded and added.
“If you find out why he’s suddenly doing that, please let me know too.”
At those words, Teore, who was walking toward the door, turned his head and looked at him.
At that gaze, Raha walked toward Teore and continued.
“As you can see, I’m under something like confinement and can’t even leave my room—whoa?!”
In an instant, Raha tripped over the corner of an old book piled on the floor and stumbled.
Teore, who was within arm’s reach, reflexively grabbed his arm and pulled him toward himself.
At that, Raha’s face slammed into Teore’s chest, completely losing his balance and leaning his entire weight on him.
Teore, who was pulling back to avoid Raha’s face hitting his chest, lost his balance from the sudden weight. He reached out to grab the nightstand but failed, falling backward.
As a result, his darkness attribute reflexively created a shadow cushion behind his back to protect its master, propping up his upper body slightly.
A disastrous accident occurred as Raha fell on top of him, and their faces collided.
More specifically, it was a disaster where their lips crashed into each other.
As soon as their lips touched, Raha’s light attribute flowed terrifyingly into Teore through his lips.
Last week, unable to endure Raha’s tyranny, Teore had strangled him.
Because he hadn’t been treated in time, more murky energy had spread than usual.
Thus, Raha’s purification made Teore’s heavy body feel light in an instant.
Normally, Teore would have pulled his lips away immediately, but for some reason, he didn’t want to stop the treatment.
Driven by instinct, he unconsciously grabbed the back of Raha’s head with one hand to keep him from moving his face.
Then, he tilted his head and pushed his tongue through the gap in Raha’s lips.
It was the first kiss for Raha and Teore.
Raha’s eyes grew so large they looked like they might pop out at the sudden entry of the soft tongue into his mouth.
Even though the tongue felt somewhat clumsy, it stirred excitement throughout his entire body.
Raha’s own tongue twitched involuntarily as it was pressed down firmly by the large, slick tongue.
Teore seemed almost crazed with excitement from the light attribute treatment entering him through the contact of saliva.
The large hand that had been cradling the back of Raha’s head moved slowly down to his nape, stroking it suggestively.
That hand somehow continued further down, passing his back and waist to reach his buttocks.
“Heugh.”
A groan escaped Raha’s mouth as a hand suddenly pressed against the crevice of his buttocks, causing Teore’s shoulders to flinch visibly.
Teore quickly pushed Raha’s shoulders away and sat up, moving two steps back.
His mouth was soaked with saliva from the frantic entanglement of their tongues.
Teore and Raha stood in awkward postures, staring at each other while catching their breath, which had grown heavy from the kiss.
Raha was flustered by the situation, but Teore seemed equally confused, seeing how his black eyes were wavering helplessly.
Raha instinctively clenched his fists and swallowed hard, his body still tingling from the kiss.
Suddenly, his eyes widened enough to pop out when Teore’s trousers came into full view.
‘He—he’s hard?!’
