I'm not in the villain's ending - 7

“We’re still minors.”

“Age Matters in Love.”

He doesn’t mind saying things that anyone might misunderstand.

Conscious of the stares around me, I quickly corrected and added, but without worry, the table around me was empty.

“Are you anxious because you don’t have half by your side?”

“Are you calling me half of a lover now?”

“What’s wrong? I was just asking, and he looked like he had chewed some weird stuff like that.”

The red-haired woman tilts her head with a smug smile and a chin.

Yesterday I realized that I wouldn’t be able to speak, so I just treated it with silence and poked a piece of meat from my plate with a fork.

“When I see my sister looking for my brother like this, I think she’s a lover unexpectedly. It was a bloody day.”

“Bloody?”

He was a kidnapper, not a lover, but he chose to say nothing about it.

Instead, I focused on something else and asked her question, and she smiled even deeper.

“Oh my. I guess he wanted to keep it a secret from the girl.”

Hands unnaturally covering their mouths.

He furrowed his brow slightly, as if he was surprised, even though he wasn’t surprised at all.

“Oh my gosh, do you know if I can say whatever I want?”

“You look like you’re dying to talk to me even if I don’t ask you to.”

“It’s pretty good, isn’t it? Right. My mouth itches to talk.”

Before the story, she urged them to keep their efforts to be cool and pure in front of their loved ones a secret. I couldn’t help but nod.

“It was a rainy day.”

The corners of his mouth rolled up in curiosity and cleared his throat.

“Storytelling?”

“Isn’t the rhetoric of every story like a wind that shakes the hearts of readers?”

I agree with some. I loved storytelling, too.

He raised his eyebrows as if to ask him to do more.

“It was raining so hard that I had ordered the girls to close all the doors of the inn. I’m afraid I’ll get you wrong, but the girls are the ones who work at our inn. Other people often get confused.”

The red-haired woman’s gaze turns to the men.

I thought that her bully muscles and bulging body would be confusing to others.

“So I went into my room and was cracking my favorite wine. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. I thought it was a thunderbolt.”

She paused in the middle of the story. I couldn’t stand the interesting storyline and asked questions.

“If it wasn’t a thunderbolt, what was it?”

“The sound of walls being breached.”

Contrary to the content, the smug face points to one place.

I followed my gaze and saw a hole clumsily blocked by a wooden plank.

“Didn’t the walls of our inn go through?”

“I don’t think it’s something to laugh about.”

“Well, what do you think? It’s funny. I’m going to have my hard-earned inn walls breached.”

I don’t know if it’s because the barrel is big, or if it’s just for fun.

I thought that the squeaking was actually a sense of futility, but I don’t think it’s based on the reaction.

“By the time I got out, everything was already in order.”

“If it’s a cleanup.”

“yes, your lover threw all of us babies to the floor.”

Somehow. Since yesterday, the eyes of the female audience and the ‘baby’ have been nothing but ordinary.

Just a day earlier, he thought of Snowy, who had outmaneuvered the manor’s knights and jumped from a high floor.

“I’m not a lover… So that wall is snowy, too?”

“Bingo.”

It’s the right answer, it’s the right answer, and it was a cheerful bingo that was enough to bring up the girl.

“You can see how hard it was to listen to the protests of the female audience. I thought I was going to die.”

She held out her glossy cheeks with a face that didn’t seem at all embarrassed.

“You wanted to listen to every protest and just run away?”

“You didn’t run away in the end.”

“Well, that’s right. I got tired of listening to it, and later threw the customers into the Piena River.”

I swallowed hard as she spat out the harsh words in her pretty voice. What do you throw where?

“What’s wrong? The lady doesn’t throw. She is also the lover of our inn.”

She patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

“Most of all, I like you. So I’m more of a friend than a customer.”

“You’re not asking for my opinion, are you?”

“My name is Karina. What about the young lady?”

The owner, neatly ignoring me, revealed his name.

He looks at her stunned and ponders for a moment. My name.

“My name is.”

His full name is Saint Florian. However, revealing that he is Florian could get hurt for nothing.

I think about it for a moment, and then I make a decision.

“It’s Sen. I don’t have a last name. Just strong.”

Few people knew that Florian had two daughters in the New Century, which was virtually imprisoned. To that extent, Sen, who possessed me, was literally an invisible person with no weight in the work and no one to remember.

When Karina, the owner, heard my name, smiled and held out her hand.

“As long as you stay at the inn, you will be at home as if you were a young lady.”

It may have been just a polite thing to say, but the word “homely” sounds somehow strange.

But he didn’t know why.

“Thank you.”

I erased my thoughts and took Karina’s hand.

When I held my hand, which I thought was just fine, I felt calluses and a little roughness.

“I’m begging you. Let’s have fun during your stay, Sen.”

***

It wasn’t until the evening, when the sun had completely set, that Snowy returned. But when he came back, he looked more tired than yesterday.

“You look tired. Where have you been?”

He stood firm, but the weight dripping from his restrained gait, and the slightly parted lips on his boredomed face, showed his weariness.

“… You’re mistaken.”

Crucially, Snowy’s brief voice sounded like a leak of air, convincing him that he was trying to ignore his fatigue.

I tilt my face slightly and stare at Snowy’s face.

“I don’t. Did you see it perfectly? If I push you into bed now, you’ll fall asleep without the world noticing.”

I wonder if a rose soaked in blood will give this color. Snowy pursed his deep lips.

The slight tremor of his chin, white beneath his lips, was an eyesore.

“I’m not going to say anything, so let’s take a break.”

“As you wish.”

Snowy tilts his head forward politely and then strodes toward one place.

Seeing where he was headed, I quickly stood in his way.

“No, sir. Not here, but in your room and lie down comfortably on your bed.”

Snowy pulled the chair he was about to sit in and hid it back.

His tired eyebrows contorted in annoyance. I pretended not to see it, ignoring his tacit refusal.

“I don’t get tired,”

“Yes, you look very tired, so don’t talk nonsense, rest when you say something nice.”

He felt a mighty gaze beneath the veil of the Speechless One, but he shrugged and brushed off the edge of his gaze.

I pushed Snowy’s shoulder against the bed.

“Hurry up. Or lie down on the bed because I’m going to move rooms.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, sir. It’s not okay at all. And most of all, it’s not you, it’s me…!”

Pulp. I pushed Snowy away, and instead fell on the bed.

As a result, the dust reflecting the blue moonlight flutters around.

“… Are you worried about me?”

Before I knew it, I was lying on my bed, and Snowy was right above me.

‘Huh?’

The whole story of the incident was as follows: As Snowy pushed me onto the bed, she suddenly turned around and grabbed my wrist. Instead, he pushed me onto the bed.

Embarrassed by the flipping view, I grabbed whatever I could find, and Snowy was the one who fell to the bed.

“Butterflies.”

A voice falling directly from above. His voice dripping with drowsiness echoes lower than usual.

“Before you worry about me, you better think about your well-being.”

The breath that drips down his face makes his hands tighten. The distance between us is so close.

“… I’ve pulled a little bit, and I’m staggering to protect whom.”

Snowy’s white brows wrinkle widely. Shadows cast by the moonlight were blue along the folds.

“That’s enough for the cruelty to the body. Enthusiasm is good, but if you go outside a certain standard, you become perverted.”

“Stool….”

“Evie. Stop talking and get out of the way.”

He tried to pull himself up, but Snowy wouldn’t let him go. Instead, it tightened my grip even more.

“What are you doing?”

But the answer did not come immediately. As time goes on, it becomes more and more strange that he is being attacked by Snowy.

‘Why are you still?’

The veiled eyes have no idea what they are thinking.

Just in time, the clouds parted, and the moonlight that had been obscured leaked through the window, revealing Snowy’s dark red lips clearly.

Those lips open very slowly.

“I don’t think she knows yet.”

The moonlight drawn along the outline and the distorted eyebrows make you feel like you’re looking at a masterpiece.

As I watched Snowy do it, my lips, which were thick and red in the blue moonlight, closed and opened for a moment.

“Still my knight, Count, is looking for you, and day and night he is breaking into the houses of the villagers and making a mess.”

Sincerity without the slightest falsehood. I heard the truth in a stern, dripping voice without a soft taste.

“It is unlikely that the noble knights will come to this inn infested with criminals. But we don’t know how long it will be safe.”

Squeak. Snowy moved his legs once, and the bed let out a muffled scream. A little closer, I, too, scream inwardly.

The flowing wheat hair kept tickling my cheeks.

“If you’re going to call my actions cruelty, so be it. But please allow me to protect the butterfly.”

I held my breath involuntarily. My heart, which might normally be beating, seems to be beating loudly today.

“… Now that I know, I’m a little off.”

He reached for Snowy to push him away. His fingertips felt soft, firm, and sharp.

‘Soft and firm?’

Soft and firm are the pectoral muscles. So, his outstretched hand touched Snowy’s chest.