I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 29

Why does it hurt? Why? Confused, Fleck lifted his face while leaning against Lord Rocca’s chest, held in his arms. Sadness, anger, and regret twisted into the lines of his expression, and Fleck could feel his feelings through them.

“Ah… Fleck… forgive me…”

With that pained expression, Lord Rocca gently touched Fleck’s lips, and Fleck finally understood why it was hot and painful.

“Hiya… i-it hurts… Ro…cca…”

Even when he lost an eye, even when he was injured in the leg, Fleck had always called out for Lord Rocca, who was no longer by his side.

The words “No matter what happens, I will protect you” could never leave his mind, and he clung to that strong illusion of Rocca, spoiled himself with it.

And now, even before the real man, Fleck clung to him once more.
That was how much it hurt. It seemed that when he was shoved, his lips had struck the decoration of Lord Rocca’s uniform as he caught him, and split.

“R… Rocca…”

At that wound, Rocca’s fingers touched. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. It should have been hot, but Fleck’s face burned even hotter, and he felt faint.

“Stay still. I am not very skilled with healing magic.”

Those serious eyes, paired with those words of weakness, left Fleck no choice but to remain in his care.
He thought he heard someone else speaking, but Rocca’s gentle magic consumed all of his attention.
Because of his strange body, he was making Rocca waste extra time—yet when whispered to with “It’s fine,” Fleck’s chest filled with warmth.

“Hey, then let me heal him instead.”

That thoughtless, carefree voice made Fleck feel as though he had just awakened. Ah, that’s right. She calls herself a saint—of course she should be good at healing magic. She had probably been saying that all along. But honestly, Fleck wanted Rocca to heal him. He had always wished Rocca would save him from his pain, and now that wish had come true, his tears fell. Perhaps misunderstanding those tears, Rocca poured in even more gentle magic.

“Shut up. Be silent. Leave.”

Still holding Fleck softly against his chest, Lord Rocca spoke with words colder than absolute zero.
At last, even the self-proclaimed saint and the three male students must have realized the danger.
Hurried footsteps, the loud slam of the door. Maybe he imagined it, but he thought he heard, I’ll come again.

“…Fleck, let me see… Good, it’s closed.”

Held close, Fleck looked up at Rocca for confirmation. Those sky-colored eyes had calmed, a relieved smile now beautiful on his lips. It didn’t hurt anymore. Amazing. Fleck loved Rocca, who could do anything, even more than before. Even though it was useless.

“Th-thank you very much, Lord Rocca.”

Because it was useless, Fleck buried his selfishness deep inside. “It’s fine,” Rocca whispered with a faint smile, but it seemed tinged with sadness. Surely it was just his imagination, Fleck thought, as he allowed himself to be embraced once again.