This must be a dream. Or am I dead and in heaven?
Akkard thought blankly. However, the gentle touch and the eyes full of worry that grazed his swollen eyes were as vivid as reality.
“I’m so glad that you didn’t go blind,”
Damia murmured, examining his hazy eyes.
“Even if it’s uncomfortable, be patient. The saint will heal your eyes as soon as her body recovers.”
Fortunately, Callistea was a true saint with unmatched abilities. She was assured she could restore Akkard’s eyes to their original state.
However, for too many years, she had been doused in drugs and sedatives, and now she was unable to use her holy powers. So Akkard received temporary treatment from other priests, including Lessid.
Thanks to this, Akkard’s condition was much better than when she first saw him. But still… … .
‘My heart hurts every time I see you.’
Damia looked down at Akkard’s face, where the traces of violence were still evident. The face that was so beautiful and handsome, like a sculpture, was now stained with bruises and wounds.
She could tell how precarious Akkard’s situation had been at a glance. It was a near miss of death.
Still, he kept his oath. He knew he would be killed or tortured if caught. Of course, he would have felt afraid in the face of death like every other human.
Damia acutely felt it when his serious injuries filled her vision when on the contrary, she compared it to her unharmed father’s healthy figure— the wall built around her heart crumbled and melted like wax.
“Would you like to rest a little longer?”
Right after she asked that question, a small knock rang on the door, and the palace maids pushed a tray in.
It seemed that it was dinner time.
“I’m fine, so go ahead. You should go eat,”
Akkard said in a very relaxed, hushed voice. Apparently, Damia had not eaten anything, as she had been by his side, watching and taking care of him since early morning.
“Ah, food. I need to eat.”
She was in the middle of getting up and suddenly met his eyes, sneaking a glance at her.
Akkard’s gaze was full of heartfelt sadness when she got up due to his suggestion.
“… … !!”
Although he only had one eye, their eyes met. He was startled as if on fire and quickly bowed his head.
It wasn’t that he was ignorant of the situation. Right now, Damia’s kindness was due to wanting to repay the debt she owed him for saving her father.
So she would leave as soon as his body was healed. After finishing the liquidation of her ‘debt,’ she would finally be able to relax.
‘I’m sure you’ll hate me if I’m too burdensome.’
Akkard had already been rejected several times and had no choice but to think so.
But even when he knew her mind well, he had no idea why taking his eyes off her was so difficult. Like a sunflower chasing the sun all day, his eyes were forced to pursue her.
Just a little bit more. Because if it’s not now, he might never be able to see her again.
‘So please.’
His eyes, which followed her sadly, were as bright as a person with a fever. He was watching her with those clinging eyes, so she couldn’t bring herself to turn her back on him.
Especially when he’s this weak.
“Tray, please.”
Damia naturally received a tray from the maid as if she had intended this all along. And after pulling the bedside chair closer to him, she sat on it and picked up a spoon.
“… … Damia?”
Akkard’s eyes widened in surprise. Embarrassed to meet his gaze, she stared at the soup bowl.
Then she carefully scooped out a spoonful of his soup, blew it out, cooled it, and held it out to Akkard.
“Come on, try it.”
He didn’t know if this was a dream or real life, so he stared blankly at her face. Thanks to that, Damia, still shy, made a brash excuse that ended up sounding coy.
“Your arms are injured. Hurry up.”
It was true. His arm with the broken bones was still weak and sluggish, and his sliced tendons made it impossible to clench and open his hand.
Indeed, meal assistance was necessary. But it was embarrassing for a grown man to be fed like a baby, so he suggested Damia go and eat so she didn’t have to watch his helpless self.
‘I can’t show her something so unsightly.’
That was the last pride of a man in love. But when Damia held out the spoon to him, he wanted to throw away his dignity.
He was at his wit’s end, not knowing what to do in this dilemma. Damia’s blue eyes looked up at him from under her long eyelashes and stared at him.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
Oh, she was so pretty. The lips that said those words and her narrowed eyes.
If his arm had been intact, he would have inadvertently grabbed his chest, beating from his throbbing heart. Just to make sure.
“Ah.”
Akkard, captivated momentarily, meekly opened his mouth as she instructed. Then, she quickly pushed the spoon in.
“How is it?”
Damia asked. This was the first time she had ever nursed and cared for someone bedridden, so she wasn’t sure if she had cooled the soup properly.
But Akkard couldn’t register anything anymore. There was only one answer he could give now:
“Tasty.”
He had mindlessly blurted it out but soon realized it was the truth.
This must be a dream. Or am I dead and in heaven?
Akkard thought blankly. However, the gentle touch and the eyes full of worry that grazed his swollen eyes were as vivid as reality.
“I’m so glad that you didn’t go blind,”
Damia murmured, examining his hazy eyes.
“Even if it’s uncomfortable, be patient. The saint will heal your eyes as soon as her body recovers.”
Fortunately, Callistea was a true saint with unmatched abilities. She was assured she could restore Akkard’s eyes to their original state.
However, for too many years, she had been doused in drugs and sedatives, and now she was unable to use her holy powers. So Akkard received temporary treatment from other priests, including Lessid.
Thanks to this, Akkard’s condition was much better than when she first saw him. But still… … .
‘My heart hurts every time I see you.’
Damia looked down at Akkard’s face, where the traces of violence were still evident. The face that was so beautiful and handsome, like a sculpture, was now stained with bruises and wounds.
She could tell how precarious Akkard’s situation had been at a glance. It was a near miss of death.
Still, he kept his oath. He knew he would be killed or tortured if caught. Of course, he would have felt afraid in the face of death like every other human.
Damia acutely felt it when his serious injuries filled her vision when on the contrary, she compared it to her unharmed father’s healthy figure— the wall built around her heart crumbled and melted like wax.
“Would you like to rest a little longer?”
Right after she asked that question, a small knock rang on the door, and the palace maids pushed a tray in.
It seemed that it was dinner time.
“I’m fine, so go ahead. You should go eat,”
Akkard said in a very relaxed, hushed voice. Apparently, Damia had not eaten anything, as she had been by his side, watching and taking care of him since early morning.
“Ah, food. I need to eat.”
She was in the middle of getting up and suddenly met his eyes, sneaking a glance at her.
Akkard’s gaze was full of heartfelt sadness when she got up due to his suggestion.
“… … !!”
Although he only had one eye, their eyes met. He was startled as if on fire and quickly bowed his head.
It wasn’t that he was ignorant of the situation. Right now, Damia’s kindness was due to wanting to repay the debt she owed him for saving her father.
So she would leave as soon as his body was healed. After finishing the liquidation of her ‘debt,’ she would finally be able to relax.
‘I’m sure you’ll hate me if I’m too burdensome.’
Akkard had already been rejected several times and had no choice but to think so.
But even when he knew her mind well, he had no idea why taking his eyes off her was so difficult. Like a sunflower chasing the sun all day, his eyes were forced to pursue her.
Just a little bit more. Because if it’s not now, he might never be able to see her again.
‘So please.’
His eyes, which followed her sadly, were as bright as a person with a fever. He was watching her with those clinging eyes, so she couldn’t bring herself to turn her back on him.
Especially when he’s this weak.
“Tray, please.”
Damia naturally received a tray from the maid as if she had intended this all along. And after pulling the bedside chair closer to him, she sat on it and picked up a spoon.
“… … Damia?”
Akkard’s eyes widened in surprise. Embarrassed to meet his gaze, she stared at the soup bowl.
Then she carefully scooped out a spoonful of his soup, blew it out, cooled it, and held it out to Akkard.
“Come on, try it.”
He didn’t know if this was a dream or real life, so he stared blankly at her face. Thanks to that, Damia, still shy, made a brash excuse that ended up sounding coy.
“Your arms are injured. Hurry up.”
It was true. His arm with the broken bones was still weak and sluggish, and his sliced tendons made it impossible to clench and open his hand.
Indeed, meal assistance was necessary. But it was embarrassing for a grown man to be fed like a baby, so he suggested Damia go and eat so she didn’t have to watch his helpless self.
‘I can’t show her something so unsightly.’
That was the last pride of a man in love. But when Damia held out the spoon to him, he wanted to throw away his dignity.
He was at his wit’s end, not knowing what to do in this dilemma. Damia’s blue eyes looked up at him from under her long eyelashes and stared at him.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
Oh, she was so pretty. The lips that said those words and her narrowed eyes.
If his arm had been intact, he would have inadvertently grabbed his chest, beating from his throbbing heart. Just to make sure.
“Ah.”
Akkard, captivated momentarily, meekly opened his mouth as she instructed. Then, she quickly pushed the spoon in.
“How is it?”
Damia asked. This was the first time she had ever nursed and cared for someone bedridden, so she wasn’t sure if she had cooled the soup properly.
But Akkard couldn’t register anything anymore. There was only one answer he could give now:
“Tasty.”
He had mindlessly blurted it out but soon realized it was the truth.
