Chapter 8

“Can I…….”

She felt her confidence drop to the floor.

Christa quietly took a wooden comb out of the drawer and brushed off her long silver hair. Her hair that was not trimmed while rolling on the battlefield was dry and lackluster, so it kept getting caught. The comb kept falling off because of the tips. She slowly cleared her breath.

There was a flash of memory. It was about the end of Ragnar’s life.

‘If I remember correctly, Ragnar will soon die.’

That will happen again in this life. If so, it would have been more trouble.

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Christa woke up early in the morning. Last night’s fatigue did not go away, so her eyelids were heavy. She barely opened her eyes and blinked a few times to shake off her sleepiness. Silver eyelashes move busily in the morning sunlight.

‘How many times did he do it?’

Suddenly, she remembered the memories of last night one after another, and her face turned red. This man acted completely differently from what she knew.

Her first experience was, of course, her husband, Count Pasquier, before returning. The act of starting without any foreplay was so different from that of last night.

Christa had to take off her clothes and wait for her husband to come, and the count came in after drinking and clung to her. Sometimes he choked or put her cheek up and spouted abusive language and violence every time. For her, it was just a time of pain and patience.

But last night, it was so different. How can she forget that intense gaze? The golden eyes with burning flames were intense as if they would swallow her. In addition, no matter how persistent he was, hot emotions came out with one gesture. It wasn’t that she didn’t know his sincerity, but this went too far.

Even now, Ragnar’s thick forearms did not release her waist and is tightly wrapped around her. She felt his high body temperature from him. His breath that touches the back of her neck is hot.

Did you do this with other women? Did they share such passionate feelings? Did he look at them with burning, longing eyes?

“…….”

She managed to tear his forearm off her hand. She looked at Ragnar’s sleeping face just in case he woke up, but she still heard a series of even breathing sounds.

“Phew…”

Christa carefully shifted her weight out of bed. She put one foot on the floor and moved her waist.

“Ugh.”

I almost groaned. Her lower abdomen was followed by unspeakable pain. She held on by biting her molars tightly.

‘There’s no time to hesitate.’

Christa’s eyes were only looking at one place from the beginning. It’s the Holy Sword.

She carefully slid down the sheet with her gown and chemise on the floor. As she stood on her two feet and took a step, the pain, which was more powerful than before, came in.

In case sound might come out of her mouth, she covered her mouth with her fist and bit her thumb tightly. The steps she took were so heavy that she felt like she was going to collapse.

“Um….”

She heard Ragnar tossing and turning. Christa looked back quickly in amazement.

“…….”

Before she knew it, his hand was holding the hem of her dress.

‘You’re not awake, are you?’

Fortunately, he was breathing and exhaling evenly. She felt like he was sleeping.

He must have been tired because he embraced her, who was about to faint just before dawn, and pushed her so persistently.

The sound of even breathing echoed through the bedroom.

‘He won’t let go.….’

She had no choice but to give up her clothes. She thought he would wake up if she touched it more clumsily. More important than that is the Holy Sword.

A jewel-decorated sword was thrown together on the pile of clothes Ragnar had taken off. Originally, it would be something that can be handled more preciously.

At any rate, she caught the sword. It was a sword decorated with colorful jewels such as diamonds and sapphires around a large ruby with elaborate silver work.

Christa carefully pulled out the sword from the sheath. The silver sword was decorated with delicate patterns and ancient characters. It won’t be able to cut anything off because it’s made of soft silver. It was more of a decorative sword than a combat sword. However, even an ornamental sword was well forged for that day.

‘The sword that destroys everything.’

And what gave her death before she went back in time.

Christa touched the blade without hesitation. The burning pain came through her fingertips.

A drop of blood fell on the floor, forming a red, small circle. Unlike ordinary sword cuts, the wounds on the fingertips did not heal easily. Christa put her finger in her mouth.

‘This is real!’

Her heart fluttered wildly.

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Ragnar, who had fallen into a deep sleep without dreaming for a long time, was amazed by her.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt next to him, but as expected, the bed was empty. He had only a thin camisole in his hand that she had left behind.

To some extent, he expected it, but when she actually did, he didn’t feel so happy.

“Ha…”

Although it was an impulsive night, at least he was sincere. Usually, he pushed the other person away appropriately, who offered him a blatant temptation.

The young ladies, who were rejected by him, began to spread rumors that he was more clingy or an irredeemable promiscuous playboy after doing so. That’s how he got the rumors of his promiscuous lifestyle.

That’s what he’s after. As rumors spread that he liked to play and was promiscuous, the imperial family’s checks decreased.

By the way, his mouth felt as if he had been beaten in the back of his head from the morning breeze. But there was nothing much he could do, so he rose from his bed and looked for clothes. And belatedly, he realized that the Holy Sword had disappeared.

He hesitated for a long time about what to do. The sound of the breath escaping came out of his mouth. He felt a tingling sensation at the back of his neck.

“Should I say she’s bold or stupid?”

Why? Questions arose before anger.

Christa Palmaril’s behavior has been strange since last night. She, who seemed indifferent to the world, came to him on her own and seduced him. When she acted so aggressively, she was as stiff as a wooden stone on the bed.

He thought she would run away, saying she couldn’t do it quickly, but that wasn’t the case. Her icy body melted into his hands and shared joy.

Her unstable mind gives off the same energy as if her powers were about to run wild, but when he stabilized her through guiding, her even wavelength returned. He felt good because he met an Esper, who was such a good match to him after a long time. A very good match.

And she disappeared like dawn. With the Holy Sword.

He couldn’t fathom what she was up to. Does she want to sell the Holy Sword for money? He doesn’t remember well, but it was just a silver sword with a few jewels embedded on the outside.

Although it was a national treasure-level religious relic, is it something she would covet so much? He’ll catch the tail in no time if he looks for her, right? Why did she do something so obvious?

There were countless question marks in Ragnar’s head. Come to think of it, a woman named Christa Palmarill was always a stain in the corner of his mind.

It is her he sees in a white, long distance. Thinking something would break her body if she’s hit. She was not worthy of being a soldier.