Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 70
Chapter 70
Translator: Yonnee
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It was a moment of serious contemplation about the novel’s genre.
“Cutie…?”
During that exchange, Hildeon seemed to be flustered as he mumbled.
Then, he groaned in discomfort.
This time, the groan was clearly filled with pain, but I couldn’t help taking another step back. It was beyond my control.
His eyes hesitated and followed my movements.
“No way…”
Gradually, his expression started to change.
It wasn’t a drastic change, just a slight softening of his usually stern face, and his pupils seemed to waver.
He lowered his gaze and mumbled something.
“No, this is definitely a dream…”
‘What on earth did he just say?’
I was curious, but I decided not to dwell on it.
This time, I was waiting to hear what shocking sound would come next.
Instead of asking what Hildeon said, I calmly opened my mouth.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can grant that request, Your Highness.”
“It’s a misunderstanding.”
Following my refusal, he added as if devouring my words.
“A misunderstanding…?”
Suspiciously, I stared at him, and he nodded vigorously.
“But you just asked me to touch you.”
“…Well, I did say that.”
“See!”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oho, go ahead and explain then! Explain!”
I took one more step back and shouted, and he raised both hands innocently.
Now, the distance between us was five steps.
“…No, that’s… That’s not what I meant.”
“If that’s not it, then what? What did you mean by that?”
“…The dust… on my clothes…”
“Dust?”
Still wide-eyed, I scanned the man’s body.
Um, well. He’s handsome, alright.
His muscles were clearly firm and defined, even when sheathed by clothes.
No, that’s not it.
“What dust? What’s covering Your Highness’s entire body right now is dust.”
“…On my back. I was talking about the dust on my back. It feels prickly, and I wondered if something else had stuck.”
His back?
I was momentarily startled by his mention of his back.
Come to think of it, the place where the cat was sitting was his back.
‘The cat didn’t scratch you, did he…?’
I asked cautiously.
“Really, was that what you meant, Your Highness?”
“Absolutely. It was just a slip of the tongue because I just woke up.”
“…Is that so?”
“I swear it.”
His cold emerald eyes flashed sternly.
His response was as firm as his gaze.
“…Let me take a look then.”
I felt a bit uneasy, but I decided to trust in Hildeon’s innocence.
It wasn’t because of the sternness that he showed.
After all, anyone could say they didn’t mean it.
What I believed in was the Hildeon I knew from the original work.
‘To be honest, he was far from being a pervert, considering his characterization.’
Given his personality, it seemed more plausible that he misspoke due to being distracted.
As I approached him slowly, Hildeon blinked and asked,
“Do you believe me?”
“You helped me in Bastion. I don’t think someone like that would say something… malicious.”
I came up with a reasonable excuse.
It was quite a convincing reason considering it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.
“You knew it was me?”
“I found out a few days later. After that day, I heard the news that Your Highness had cleared Bastion.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Besides, it seems like there was a report about me to the Imperial Palace.”
Nod, nod.
He nodded affirmatively.
“That day served as a turning point in many ways, Your Highness.”
“…Indeed, a turning point.”
“Pardon?”
In response to his grumbling, I reflexively stiffened and asked.
It was a reflexive reaction to what had just happened.
Then, Hildeon quickly added as if making an excuse.
“This was, in a way, the reason you believed me.”
Ah, that’s what he meant.
“Yes, it was like that.”
“Anyway, I’m sorry for surprising you.”
“It wasn’t intentional. It’s okay.”
I replied coolly and turned around, lowering my posture behind him.
“By the way, where on your back does it feel prickly?”
“Ah, the upper part, near my shoulder.”
He replied, shrugging his left shoulder.
Then, a sound of discomfort followed, “Ugh.”
I turned my gaze to the spot he indicated.
‘Wow. I could play soccer on his back.’
It was an impressive expanse, even though dust had settled on it. The muscles underneath the clothes created a terrain that looked like a snow-covered mountain range.
‘…This is no joke, really.’
Ahem.
Feeling my cheeks flush inexplicably, I quickly averted my gaze.
I needed to find out what he meant by the ‘prickliness’.
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