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"Hoo~"
"Hoo— Hoo—"
Fern curled up on the bed, her breathing even, clearly having fallen into a deep sleep.
Yulian stiffly climbed out of bed and paced back and forth in the hallway, repeatedly confirming if he had entered the wrong room.
But.
"This is indeed my room..."
Yulian was on the verge of tears.
Although when he first arrived at Heiter's house, he had boastfully said that it was fine for Fern to sleep in the same room as him.
But that meant Fern sleeping inside the mark, alright!
With such a beautiful woman suddenly lying on his bed like this, Yulian was truly at a loss.
Should he pretend not to know, just like before, and just squeeze into the covers?
A blush suddenly appeared on Yulian's face.
Just... do it?
Yulian felt like his heart was about to jump out.
His mind was filled with the pleasant scent of Fern and the soft, tender touch he felt when he unknowingly got into the covers earlier.
Fragrant and soft...
Be bold and get it over with early!
Yulian took a deep breath.
As his fiancée, and having come to his room and slept on his bed of her own accord!
It was just sleeping together for one night!
He didn't want to do anything else!
"Just sleeping, just sleeping..."
Yulian muttered to himself, slowly approaching the bed.
"Mr. Yulian..."
Fern slightly opened her sleepy eyes.
Yulian, who had just mustered his courage, instantly froze in place as if a paralysis spell had been cast on him!
"Fern, you..."
Yulian's lips moved, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time.
"Wahhh..."
Fern stretched out her slender, fair hand and gently covered her small mouth as she yawned, then slowly sat up.
"We had guests today, and there weren't enough rooms, so I came over."
"I just fell asleep without realizing it while waiting for Mr. Yulian."
Fern's eyes were so sleepy she could barely keep them open. As she smiled with pursed lips, it seemed like she would collapse back onto the bed and fall asleep again any second.
"Eh?"
I knew it!
Yulian nodded.
As expected, she came to sleep with him!
If Fern isn't shy, why should he be shy!
"Then let's go to bed early."
Saying this, Yulian rustled his way onto the bed and pulled up the covers.
He even considerately gently pressed Fern, who had sat up in bed, back down to sleep well.
Huh?
Fern's drowsy head became even more confused.
The next second, Fern reacted, her face turning crimson!
"Mr. Yulian!"
After a scream, Fern turned into a phantom and hid in the snowflake mark, leaving Yulian alone on the bed.
This...
Yulian's cheeks flushed, the redness reaching his earlobes.
Could it be that he misunderstood something...
"Fern?"
Yulian covered himself with the blanket and softly called out to Fern, who had fled back into the mark as if escaping.
Alright, he should have guessed that what she meant by sleeping was returning to the mark to rest!
Yulian was on the verge of tears.
But you were already asleep on the bed, what normal person would think of this!
"Hmph!"
Fern had already sobered up after that fright, and now, inside the mark, she was sulking with a red face.
"Fern~"
Yulian's old face was completely red. Didn't you say it yourself... Why does this make him look like a villain now...
"I hate Mr. Yulian the most!"
Fern's voice came from the mark, filled with shame and anger.
Yulian didn't dare to speak.
Angry women are unreasonable, and so are witches!
It's better for him to just sleep quietly!
[Seriously!]
[How could Yulian just run onto the bed like that!]
Seeing that Yulian didn't speak, Fern could only puff out her small cheeks and sulk by herself.
Although Fern looked quite lovely even when angry, Yulian was destined not to see it.
[Shameless, pervert, crazy!]
Fern muttered inside the mark, but she didn't transmit her voice to Mr. Yulian again.
Fern rarely got angry, and even when she did, she didn't know what to scold.
After repeating these few words over and over inside the mark, Fern's energy quickly faded, and she soon fell into a daze and fell asleep.
But in the end, Fern wasn't really angry with Mr. Yulian; she was just at a loss in the face of the sudden closeness.
Loneliness seemed to accompany the Demon Race throughout their lives, and care and companionship were destined to be luxurious things.
Even when they received care, the Demon Race found it difficult to understand such emotions.
Yulian...
"Fern?"
Yulian quietly poked his head out from under the covers and softly called out to Fern.
Seeing no response, Yulian lay on his side and thought for a while before also falling into a daze and falling asleep.
The next day, Baron Collister's family woke up very early. After breakfast, they took Mr. Heiter's handwritten letter and returned to the Holy City.
Heiter looked at the retreating figures of the three, his gaze lost in memories.
"Mr. Heiter, have they left?"
Yulian came down from upstairs.
"Heh," As expected, old people like to reminisce...
Heiter came back to his senses and laughed self-deprecatingly.
He was a little surprised.
"Mr. Yulian is up so early today?"
"Well..."
"Where is Frieren?"
Yulian gave an awkward laugh.
He couldn't possibly say that after waking up and suddenly finding Fern sleeping next to him, he suddenly lost all desire to sleep...
Women...
Incomprehensible creatures...
Yulian, with a headache, changed the subject.
"She should still be sleeping in the basement. As for Fern, she finished breakfast and left earlier to practice Magic."
Heiter had been speaking slowly the second before, but the next second he suddenly hesitated.
"Mr. Yulian, I think my time is almost up."
Nothing arrives suddenly; there are always some signs.
And now, Heiter's face suddenly darkened.
He seemed to have a premonition that he didn't have long to live.
"Mr. Heiter, is there anything else uncomfortable?"
Yulian also looked serious when the topic turned to business.
Heiter was still sick yesterday and might only be slightly better today.
Concerned, Yulian quickly helped Heiter sit down.
However, when Yulian was about to boil medicine, Heiter stopped him again.
"It's alright, Yulian."
"After these two days of rest, I am much better."
Heiter grabbed Yulian's sleeve and waved his hand reassuringly.
But there was still some worry on his face.
"Monks rarely, very rarely get sick,"
Heiter said in a deep voice.
"You may not believe it, Mr. Yulian, but ever since I became the Bishop of the Holy City,"
"I haven't been sick for decades,"
"I think this is a sign, I might really be old,"
"I hope that in the future, you and Frieren can take care of..."
"Mr. Heiter!"
Yulian interrupted Heiter, his tone more serious than ever.
"Aren't there still some days left?"
"Since you are clearly still alive and well, why worry so much about the future!"
"You yourself said that we are friends!"
"Since that's the case, we naturally won't ignore Fern!"
"Besides, isn't Fern also working hard to prove herself!"
Yulian's tone gradually became urgent, even carrying a hint of disappointment towards someone who couldn't live up to expectations later on.
"Mr. Yulian..."
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