Translated by Appleot
Edited by Appleot
Chapter 16
In the Duke’s estate (3)
After riding the carriage for a while, we got off at a secluded alley. The carriage that dropped us off went back to Yeongjuseong mansion as if nothing had happened.
“What’s that?”
Serpence hid inside the alley and held a flask filled with muddy liquid in his hand. Instead of answering my question, he unplugged it and poured it over his head. His clear bluish-silver hair gradually became murky from the top of his head, and soon turned into a dark brown.
He put the little leftovers of the liquid present at the mouth of the bottle on his finger on his eyebrows and eyelashes, and they were also dyed the same color.
“Is this a dye?”
“It’s a magic reagent (substance or mixture) to be exact, and it lasts about 10 hours.”
It seemed like he was using the lower address for a while, but he returned to the honorifics as if he wasn’t used to it yet. When he called the children at the orphanage, he also used a respectful tone by adding titles to the names like ‘-yang’ and ‘-gun’ regularly.
‘…one day you’ll get used to it.’
By the way, although only the hair color has changed, the atmosphere surrounding him has changed considerably. He was downgraded from a high angel to a human with an angelic beauty who looks very good-looking and handsome. He still has a striking face, so it doesn’t seem like a problem that can be solved by simply changing his hair color. No matter how much seawater is pumped out, the sea does not turn into a lake.
Whether he knew it himself, he covered his eyes by deeply pressing his hood that’s on the robe he had worn on the carriage. Perhaps that was not enough, he took off his glasses, one of the great features of Serpence, and held his long hair that was tied up and pulled it out of the hood. Even with a slightly exposed face, he was exuding a handsome aura, but it doesn’t seem like it’d attract attention unless the hood is pulled back. In particular, he does not seem to be associated with the Duke of Prasidus.
“Don’t you have one for me?”
“…Do you need it?”
Serpens looked at me from top of the head to toe, and vice versa, from toe to top of the head. Somehow this didn’t feel good.
“I’m still the Duke’s aide, so what if I get recognized?”
“It’s okay. That’s never going to happen.”
As soon as my words fell, Serpence spoke as if he was not even hesitant at all.
‘Yeah, I give an ordinary, inconspicuous impression anyway!’
But when you’re with Serpence, isn’t it the same for everyone?
As I grunted inside and fiddled with my slightly greenish-brown curly hair, Serpence without a word took the lead and left the alley.
“Let’s go together!”
I hurriedly ran to the side of Serpence and caught on. As I stood side by side to him, when I usually walked diagonally to the right, Serpence looked at me puzzledly.
“Isn’t it strange to go back and forth as a party?”
“···Surely.”
He nodded his head slightly.
“Then what should we call each other? Duke is too obvious…and Prasidus wouldn’t work too, Serpence?”
“The name is a little…”
“Then shall we just do Sephi?”
“Sephi, where the hell…”
Serpence’s expression… How should I describe this?
It’s an expression that can be expressed as ‘rotten’ by an ordinary person. But it felt very disrespectful to actually link Serpence’s face to that. Though, a beauty is beautiful even if it frowns, isn’t it? The world feels very unfair.
“Then what do you want me to call you? Can you tell me your baptismal name?”
“Are you crazy?”
At my nonsense, Serpence put on a faint expression. Was this too much?
“Call me ‘Zion.'”
Serpence, who seemed to be thinking a little said, he couldn’t think of an appropriate title, didn’t he just use a pseudonym?
“Wait, Zion is me!”
“You’re Rivelon.”
When I pointed my index finger at myself and said, Serpence folded my index finger and corrected it. What are you doing?
Suddenly, the name of one man named Zion and Rivelon was divided into two names, Zion and Rivelon. Usually, in this case, isn’t it appropriate to create a new name, or at least take the name of someone who isn’t here?
“Before it was meatball tomato risotto, is it a habit to just stick to what you see?”
“If you saw it that way, it might be.”
“… No,well, I think Zion is a little off sounding sometimes. Do you know if there’s something special about this name?”
Serpence ignored my question and pretended to look at the items in the stalls lined up in the market. After saying that, it’s somewhat…
‘Doesn’t it sound like I’m pretending to be cute?’
It feels like I said, ‘I, Zion, am very special! It’s crazy and quirky!’ I’m not the real Zion, and that’s why I was almost ashamed of calling my name in third person. Maybe that’s what made him call me Zion? What a terrifying scheme this is!
Translated by Appleot
Edited by Appleot
Chapter 16
In the Duke’s estate (3)
After riding the carriage for a while, we got off at a secluded alley. The carriage that dropped us off went back to Yeongjuseong mansion as if nothing had happened.
“What’s that?”
Serpence hid inside the alley and held a flask filled with muddy liquid in his hand. Instead of answering my question, he unplugged it and poured it over his head. His clear bluish-silver hair gradually became murky from the top of his head, and soon turned into a dark brown.
He put the little leftovers of the liquid present at the mouth of the bottle on his finger on his eyebrows and eyelashes, and they were also dyed the same color.
“Is this a dye?”
“It’s a magic reagent (substance or mixture) to be exact, and it lasts about 10 hours.”
It seemed like he was using the lower address for a while, but he returned to the honorifics as if he wasn’t used to it yet. When he called the children at the orphanage, he also used a respectful tone by adding titles to the names like ‘-yang’ and ‘-gun’ regularly.
‘…one day you’ll get used to it.’
By the way, although only the hair color has changed, the atmosphere surrounding him has changed considerably. He was downgraded from a high angel to a human with an angelic beauty who looks very good-looking and handsome. He still has a striking face, so it doesn’t seem like a problem that can be solved by simply changing his hair color. No matter how much seawater is pumped out, the sea does not turn into a lake.
Whether he knew it himself, he covered his eyes by deeply pressing his hood that’s on the robe he had worn on the carriage. Perhaps that was not enough, he took off his glasses, one of the great features of Serpence, and held his long hair that was tied up and pulled it out of the hood. Even with a slightly exposed face, he was exuding a handsome aura, but it doesn’t seem like it’d attract attention unless the hood is pulled back. In particular, he does not seem to be associated with the Duke of Prasidus.
“Don’t you have one for me?”
“…Do you need it?”
Serpens looked at me from top of the head to toe, and vice versa, from toe to top of the head. Somehow this didn’t feel good.
“I’m still the Duke’s aide, so what if I get recognized?”
“It’s okay. That’s never going to happen.”
As soon as my words fell, Serpence spoke as if he was not even hesitant at all.
‘Yeah, I give an ordinary, inconspicuous impression anyway!’
But when you’re with Serpence, isn’t it the same for everyone?
As I grunted inside and fiddled with my slightly greenish-brown curly hair, Serpence without a word took the lead and left the alley.
“Let’s go together!”
I hurriedly ran to the side of Serpence and caught on. As I stood side by side to him, when I usually walked diagonally to the right, Serpence looked at me puzzledly.
“Isn’t it strange to go back and forth as a party?”
“···Surely.”
He nodded his head slightly.
“Then what should we call each other? Duke is too obvious…and Prasidus wouldn’t work too, Serpence?”
“The name is a little…”
“Then shall we just do Sephi?”
“Sephi, where the hell…”
Serpence’s expression… How should I describe this?
It’s an expression that can be expressed as ‘rotten’ by an ordinary person. But it felt very disrespectful to actually link Serpence’s face to that. Though, a beauty is beautiful even if it frowns, isn’t it? The world feels very unfair.
“Then what do you want me to call you? Can you tell me your baptismal name?”
“Are you crazy?”
At my nonsense, Serpence put on a faint expression. Was this too much?
“Call me ‘Zion.'”
Serpence, who seemed to be thinking a little said, he couldn’t think of an appropriate title, didn’t he just use a pseudonym?
“Wait, Zion is me!”
“You’re Rivelon.”
When I pointed my index finger at myself and said, Serpence folded my index finger and corrected it. What are you doing?
Suddenly, the name of one man named Zion and Rivelon was divided into two names, Zion and Rivelon. Usually, in this case, isn’t it appropriate to create a new name, or at least take the name of someone who isn’t here?
“Before it was meatball tomato risotto, is it a habit to just stick to what you see?”
“If you saw it that way, it might be.”
“… No,well, I think Zion is a little off sounding sometimes. Do you know if there’s something special about this name?”
Serpence ignored my question and pretended to look at the items in the stalls lined up in the market. After saying that, it’s somewhat…
‘Doesn’t it sound like I’m pretending to be cute?’
It feels like I said, ‘I, Zion, am very special! It’s crazy and quirky!’ I’m not the real Zion, and that’s why I was almost ashamed of calling my name in third person. Maybe that’s what made him call me Zion? What a terrifying scheme this is!
