When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 147.1
Kylian quickly handed the letter he had hastily written to the assistant.
“This…?”
“Give it to Lewarren.”
With that, Kylian quickly moved away.
“Wife.”
Anais was startled by the door suddenly opening and looked toward it.
“Kylian?”
“Wife.”
“No, Kylian. What’s wrong with your hands?”
Anais looked at his hands in surprise. A dark liquid had dried on his hands, and both were badly stained.
“Come here.”
Kylian was about to discuss the partner for the New Year’s event, but Anais, after seeing him, grabbed his arm and led him, which made him lose his momentum.
“What happened? Did you get blood from a monster? Are you injured?”
“No. It’s ink.”
“Oh.”
Her brief exhale of relief warmed his heart.
“Wash your hands first. Come here.”
Kylian quietly followed her as she led him to the next room. A water basin was set up, and Anais turned on the magical faucet, guiding his hands under it.
“You’ve had this on for quite a while, haven’t you?”
“Yes. It seems it won’t come off easily.”
“Ink usually dissolves in water…”
“I’d appreciate it if you could clean it off for me.”
Anais, feeling strangely distant from him recently, didn’t want to refuse his request. She glanced at the soap next to her, rubbed it into her hands, and began to work the lather.
“Your hands will get dirty too.”
“You don’t seem bothered by it, Kylian.”
He smiled softly and held Anais’ hand as she rubbed the back of his hand.
“The lather is pitch-black.”
“Because of the ink.”
Anais tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was too strong, and she quickly gave up.
“My goodness, Kylian.”
“Yes?”
“…Just holding my hand gets this kind of reaction? And it’s still daytime.”
“You know me, Wife. How about we have a nap while we’re at it?”
“No. I still have a lot to do. And it’s getting late to have a nap. It’s nearly evening.”
As if coming to her senses, Anais grabbed his hand and brought it under the water stream. The black lather mixed with the ink washed away in the water.
Soon, the callused, scarred hand of Kylian appeared. He was looking at Anais’ hand as well. He thought it was fascinating. Her knuckles were elegant, like those of a noblewoman, but her palms were calloused and rough, like those of a warrior.
Outwardly, it looked graceful and beautiful, but beneath that was strength, which he thought was a perfect match for Anais.
“What’s left for you to do?”
“Several things. Lionel seems to want to come back. After I sent him to the desert, he exhausted all his magic and collapsed several times.”
“He should be thankful he’s still alive.”
“He’s talented. We can’t waste such human resources. There aren’t many wizards like him.”
Kylian knew well that Anais valued talented people. He loved this aspect of hers, and he thought it deserved respect.
“Wife.”
“Yes?”
Kylian tightly gripped Anais’ hand and looked at her intently. Anais, blushed in embarrassment.
“I’ve missed spending time with you, Wife… may I?”
Anais’s mind was preoccupied with the tasks she had to do. But she understood his unease. She felt the same way. In fact, the dreams she would have at night had become quite unsettling.
“I hope our first child will be a daughter, one who takes after the Wife.”
Anais smiled at his words. She knew that the nap was an excuse to reaffirm their love.
“I’d prefer a son. A son who takes after me.”
“If the child takes after you, then I would be happy with either.”
He said that and kissed Anais. As he turned his head to deepen the kiss, Anais pulled away and said,
“We can’t do this here.”
“Of course.”
That evening, Kylian was able to feel Anais’ love again after a long time.
In the Empress’s bedroom. Passionately.
Something important was forgotten. There were matters with Lewarren that needed addressing.
* * *
Lewarren returned to the Temple of Destruction, he was so disgusted by how dirty his hands had become, he thought he might pass out. His hands were stained with dirt, and the robes were ruined along with the embarrassing mark left on his backside.
He immediately headed to his room. Having spent so much time digging and retrieving the jewelry box, it was already daylight by the time he returned to the temple.
“High Priest!”
“Zisis, don’t disturb me.”
“Ah, yes! But there’s something important!”
Zisis quickly caught up to Lewarren, who was heading toward his room, and continued speaking.
“What is it?”
“Should I read it to you?”
“No, give it to me.”
Lewarren tried to take the letter with his clean left hand but noticed it was sealed.
“Tch.”
“High Priest?”
“Read it to me.”
Zisis, accustomed to Lewarren’s sudden changes in behavior, smiled and eagerly unsealed the letter, reading the contents.
“Ah, this is a letter from the Emperor.”
“I forgot I was supposed to visit Kylian.”
“Oh, no…”
“Why does that sound so strange?”
Lewarren was slightly startled by the change in Zisis’s expression.
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