I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 17
Chapter 9.1
Haah.
Each breath she exhaled formed a visible white cloud in the freezing air.
Her body shivered as the biting cold sank deep into her lungs.
Edith gulped, her eyes scanning the bedroom, which was now entirely encased in ice.
Jagged spikes of ice jutted from the floor and walls. Frost coated the windows, and massive icicles hung ominously from the ceiling.
It was like stepping into an ice castle.
Crash—!
Suddenly, a cup flew through the air, smashing against the wall behind her.
A sharp fragment grazed her cheek, but Edith didn’t even flinch. Blood trickled down her face, yet her lips remained parted, silent.
“I told you not to let anyone in! Get out, now!”
Lucion’s furious voice came from under the blankets, where he was curled up into a tight ball.
With a deep rumble, the ice spikes grew even larger.
It was like the ice was warning her to keep her distance, as if they were meant to isolate him. The ice began to form a barrier between them, like prison bars.
This was why no one could approach Lucion, even though everyone was worried about him. One wrong step, and they could be impaled by the ice.
Lucion’s curse was too dangerous for both him and those around him.
‘I need to calm him down.’
Edith took a cautious step forward. The frozen floor cracked loudly beneath her, spiderweb-like fractures spreading with each movement.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said, get out!”
“I’ll go once I’m done treating you.”
Contrary to his expectations, a young girl’s voice answered him. The lump under the blankets stirred.
Lucion sat up from his curled position, but when his gaze fell on Edith, he immediately scowled.
“How did you— I told you not to come! Why are you here? Are you insane? Do you want to die?”
“Father gave me permission.”
“Hah… He sent you here to die, you idiot!”
“No, you’re wrong.”
Edith’s voice remained calm as she began releasing her energy.
So that the ice, the curse, wouldn’t reach her.
“He sent me here to save you.”
Edith reached for him.
Panicking, Lucion tried to pull back, but she was faster. Edith grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward, slamming her forehead against his.
“Ugh!”
“Agh!”
Both of them groaned, wincing at the sudden impact.
“Are you crazy? What are you doing?! Let go! You’ll get cursed too!”
Lucion shouted, shocked by the sudden warmth of her touch.
He claimed to be sick, yet his voice was loud. Too loud, in fact.
Edith’s ears throbbed from the volume, and she raised her voice to match his.
“I’m not affected by your curse! You know that!”
Lucion’s curse could never consume her.
“My power is stronger than your curse!”
Edith held onto him tightly, her energy flowing into Lucion as he struggled against her grip.
Warmth radiated from where their foreheads were pressed together, and Lucion’s resistance gradually weakened. He stopped trying to push her away.
When Edith sensed him calming, she loosened her hold on his collar and gently cupped his ice-cold cheeks.
‘He’s freezing. I need to warm him up.’
Her warmth quickly melted the thin layer of frost on his cheeks, and color returned to his blue lips.
His breaths grew warmer, brushing softly against her hands.
“Not so cold anymore, huh?”
“…Let go. What’s the point of all this? I’m going to die anyway. You’ll die too if you stay near me.”
For a moment, he seemed soothed by her warmth, but then his shoulders sagged and his head hung low, his posture filled with resignation.
“Why are you acting like this, young master? The great Lucion Frost, looking so defeated? That doesn’t suit you at all.”
“This isn’t a joke.”
“Exactly. And I’m not joking either. I’m not going to die.”
“What do you know? Do you have any idea how many people have died just from being near me?”
“Nope.”
How would I know that?
Edith blinked and shrugged her shoulders. Lucion glared at her, clearly wanting to say more in response to her nonchalant attitude.
“I do know this, though. Neither I, nor you, nor the duke, nor anyone else in this mansion is going to die.”
“…”
“Whenever you’re in danger, I’ll be there to save you. Because I really want you to live, young master.”
“…Why? You don’t even like me.”
“You’re right. I don’t,” Edith said bluntly. “You’re always angry, and you ignore me every time we see each other. How could I possibly like you?”
Lucion’s eyes trembled in shock at her brutal honesty.
‘It’s moments like these that remind me he’s still just a kid.’
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