“In any case, let’s start with this…”
“…Then do it like this. Ah, how mysterious, it’s just like the book said. But it seems that’s still not enough.”
“…Next, like this… Mm, ngh, ha…”
“…Almost there. Lastly, just like this… all done… So that’s how it is, even more interesting than I’d imagined. Is it because it’s him, after all? No, I just can’t think as calmly as usual. Anyway, let’s keep going.”
“……”
“…Phew, and finally, return everything to its original state. After all, it’d be terrible if Her Majesty were to discover this.”
“…Mm, this should do it.”
No, no, no! What do you mean, ‘this should do it’?! Just what exactly did you do?!
Hearing that calm voice by his ear, now tinged with a trace of relief, Morris finally couldn’t help but scream in his heart.
But just like before, his shouts could only echo inside him; in reality, neither his throat nor lips moved in the slightest.
Completely conscious, yet unable to move, he’d been handled from start to finish by this mysterious woman he shouldn’t even know. She’d managed both the preparations and the aftermath perfectly; it was obvious she was a careful and rational person.
But that just made it even stranger—why would a rational person do something as reckless as stealing her superior’s things?
Though Morris didn’t want to admit it, Elvira must have told the others that Morris was her possession, right?
If that’s the case, why would she do something like this!?
It made no sense at all!
Morris could only cry inside; he’d considered everything, but never expected that, besides Elvira, there’d be such a strange woman.
She’d acted despite knowing how disastrous it would be if exposed.
The most baffling thing was, she seemed to care about Morris, so she was especially gentle. Even though it was her first time, she was still considerate of others—what a truly kind person!
If only she hadn’t done something like this!
Elvira would never have imagined it, either. After using magic to set up Morris, to then be betrayed by her own subordinate sneaking off to do such things… What a case of “like superior, like subordinate.”
Morris, unable to move of his own will, kept grumbling about the mysterious woman who’d acted on him, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
This incident was completely beyond his expectations.
It defied all logic.
But to his surprise, it didn’t end there. After feeling a sudden chill, then heat, then cold again before warming up once more, Morris didn’t hear the sound of high heels walking away.
Instead, he felt the sensation of something silky—like a gloved hand—gently brushing his cheek at close range.
“Mr. Morris, you’ve worked hard. It must be exhausting to be unable to move while remaining conscious. I’m sorry for being so abrupt.”
Wait, what? So you knew I was awake all along?!
Hearing her slightly apologetic, yet cool voice, Morris felt his nerves snap to attention again.
He’d thought she didn’t know he was awake!
“You must be confused, wondering why I’d do such a thing when we’ve only just met, and you don’t even remember my name.”
That’s right. Honestly, I might not even know what you look like!
“But even though you don’t know me, I’ve known you for a long time. Like many women, I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you. As you are the man Her Majesty has set her sights on, as her subordinate I should have hidden these feelings until my death.”
“But I am a woman too, and I wished at least for my first time to be with someone I truly loved. That’s why I did this. Please, I hope you’ll pretend nothing happened—otherwise, Her Majesty will definitely fly into a rage.”
As she spoke, her hand gently caressed him, her voice mixing calm with a faint, poignant sorrow, flowing constantly into Morris’s ears.
Even though he couldn’t see, Morris could imagine a young woman lowering her gaze, sorrow on her face, softly confessing the feelings in her heart.
Her touch was so gentle, her voice so melodious, her attitude so humble.
So much so that, even after being violated in his sleep, Morris couldn’t bring himself to be angry with her.
Damn, after everything that happened, she turns out to be a good woman?
If only she were more like Elvira, just doing as she pleased with a “deal with it” attitude—at least then Morris could be angry.
But with her being so earnest, he just couldn’t bring himself to blame her.
He could only blame himself for being careless and falling for Elvira’s magic, and Elvira herself for casting it.
“Please don’t worry, I won’t let Her Majesty know, either. After all, she really is a bit obsessive. If she found out, well, I don’t have to say it—you’d probably face even more extreme consequences.”
Yeah, no kidding.
Just knowing he’d sworn loyalty to the Queen of Fastal was enough to make Elvira go overboard—if she found out another woman had used him in her own room…
After a fit of crazy revenge, Elvira would probably never let him out of her sight again.
That would be the end for Morris—if he wanted any freedom, he’d have to break the magic seal, retrieve his weapon, and take Elvira head-on.
“And don’t judge Her Majesty too harshly. She’s not a bad person—just a bit poor at setting boundaries. I hope you won’t hate Her Majesty because of this.”
Well, I can’t really say… But you really are a good person, standing up for your obviously difficult superior like that.
After meeting so many troublesome or possessive women, encountering someone this considerate and understanding was genuinely touching for Morris.
If she hadn’t taken advantage of him while he was helpless, he might have actually fallen for her.
“Mm… Actually, there were many things I wanted to say, but seeing your face, I forgot them all.”
“In any case, I’m truly grateful to you for leaving me with such a beautiful Memory. This Memory, this Treasure that belongs only to me, I’ll always cherish it in my heart. Thank you, my forever first love—Mr. Morris.”
Her gentle, sorrowful voice flowed quietly through Morris’s chest like a spring.
He felt like he wanted to say something, yet no words would come.
And as a kiss, light as a dragonfly skimming water yet full of love, landed on his lips, Morris let go of everything.
Fine. At this point, his best option was to do exactly as she said—to forget everything that had happened since a moment ago.
Even if he recognized her in the future, he’d have to pretend not to know.
That would be the greatest respect for her feelings.
But just as Morris thought it was finally over, a voice, still cool but now tinged with passion, came from beside him.
“…Ah, sorry, that last one doesn’t count. Let me try again.”
“…The angle wasn’t quite right. My apologies, please allow me one more time.”
“…Since we’ve already done far worse, one more shouldn’t matter, right?”
“…Let’s try again. Honestly, I think I got distracted just now—I didn’t feel a thing before it was over.”
“…Once more.”
“…Again.”
“…One more.”
“…More.”
Hey! Is this ever going to end?! Are you kissing me off-center on purpose?! Stop it! If anyone sees us, we’re both done for!
Morris felt as if gentle raindrops were falling on him—her soft kisses landing again and again.
In the end, it seemed she couldn’t even be bothered to make excuses, simply cupping his face and continuing to kiss him, never parting.
That left Morris, who’d felt a bit melancholy before, completely numb.
This is bad—he really had never met a woman with a personality like this.
Just what is with a woman who’s good but also a little bad, and bad yet still good?
Don’t tell me his so-called capture by this country was actually walking right into a trap?