Moonlight Ball - Chapter 104

“I desperately want you.”

There was only one drop of tear.

The night was dark and unforgettable. Sidrain got off of Iris’s body, then slowly, he started sucking his finger in front of her. It was the finger that touched her secret place. He licked his finger clean and stared at Iris with burning passion. Iris knew that he was waiting for her answer. She also knew that this is just about s*x.

“J, just a little.”

Iris couldn’t think of anything to the man who was crying because he wanted her so much that he was going crazy. She squeezed out her voice while her head was empty.

“Can you give me a little time…?”

Sidrain’s eyes widened at Iris’s answer. He thought that Iris wouldn’t have understood or thought that she would refuse by saying that she only liked her teacher and that she disliked him. But she didn’t say that. Even though her relationship with her teacher soured because of him.

“J, just a little. I, I can’t do it now…” Iris stammered.

She looked lovely still. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t love her.  There were times that he forgot about her but whenever he was reminded, there wasn’t a moment he didn’t love her. He tried hard to not think about forgetting, but she was never erased from her heart.

Sidrain took Iris’s hand and kissed the back of it. He said, after holding his hot lips against it like branding it, “Always, my lady.”

***

The most famous festival to greet summer in En Letaire palace was held in the cottage Restona, which was deep in the woods. It was the summer hunting tournament. Participants hunted with guns, which had to be moved with only magic. Its charming point is that one did not need great magic power. If they even had an ounce of it, they could manipulate the gun and because of this, almost every noble was able to participate.

One of the rare nobles who couldn’t join the event, the peasant-born Retendon En Mutarion, was frowning while looking at his wife.

Melanie En Mutarion. The daughter of a Marquis family, whose first husband passed away and married the peasant-born Retendon and gave him a title, was eight years older than Retendon. To say it nicely, she was kind, but to put it as it was, she was indecisive, very noble-like. She was a noble who always had two to three mistresses and kept a certain distance with her husband as an ally.

But the peasant-born Retendon always felt a little alienated with this woman. After experiencing the tragic experience of dragon subjugation, Retendon’s heart had a huge hole and he became very tame with emotions. Like he would fight until the death with Portwall, who was also broken with him. But this eight years older wife had something that bothered him.

“Who is it?” Retendon stared at Melanie’s arm as he spoke. He found the bruise on Melanie’s arm as he came in before she could put on her gloves.

“Ah, no one. I bumped into something,” she replied.

“Don’t lie.”

“Really. No one harmed me.”

“Melanie.”

Retendon solemnly called her. Even though she was eight years older and always lived in this stupid noble society, this woman was always kind and slow. This was what triggered him. It felt uncomfortable as he kept remembering the emotions he forgot one at a time.

“It’s nothing.”

Retendon sighed as Melanie shook her head tenaciously.

“Fine. I’ll ask your mistresses one by one.”

“You!”

“I’m not sure if they will be able to use their arms this hunting tournament.”

Melanie’s eyes widened.

“No way! T, to do such thing, the face of Count Mutarion…”

“I don’t care about the face of the family. What face is there to protect for a title that was created only a few years ago?” Retendon locked his arm with hers and said, “I’ll care about your arm that has at least 41 years of tradition.”

“Why are you talking about my age!” Melanie blushed. She started to care about certain things as she looked at her 33-year-old husband as a 41-year-old woman. It wasn’t because she loved her husband but that when they stood together, there were certain things that showed too drastically.

“So who is it?”

“Well…”

“Melanie, this is the last time I ask. If there is a rumour of your bastard of a husband going around acting insane, your position in the noble society would become almost non-existent and you wouldn’t want that right? Isn’t the husband’s ability just as important as the number of your mistresses or who they are?”

Men were like accessories to noble ladies. To ‘bang’ and play with better men and replacing them when they get bored were the likes of the nobles. Melanie, who was kind and indecisive, was no different.

“You really…?” Melanie asked if he really will and Retendon turned around. Melanie quickly held his waist out of surprise. “I, it was Duke Zeneth. So, so, stop. Ok?”

“Duke Zeneth?”

That bastard? Retendon frowned and glared at the door.

“If it’s the Duke, he’s lucky. Your husband wouldn’t go around insane like you wish. But Melanie…”

“Yes?”

Retendon glanced at his back. Melanie was looking up at him. There were times when he felt like there was a little sapling faintly growing from his heart somewhere. That could only be felt through this woman. It was too weak to call it love for Retendon who has lost all human emotions, but it was the only thing that troubled him.