Chapter 13 – The Sorrows of a Poetry-loving Lord

Synopsis: The debt from flirting all those years, is bound to come back to bite you one day

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After the war with Ansai ended, our position as the hegemon of the Finanse continent was established and firmly secured. Our story became the stuff of legends, and we were recorded as prominent figures in the history books.

There were no more powers that were capable of threatening me in the entire continent.

However, the premonition that something was going to happen made me feel slightly uneasy at the bottom of my heart.

It was an ordinary night, and I was sitting beside my bed as I waited for Fruys to come help me change into my pajamas.

An embrace and intimate kiss later, as was usual, he tucked me under the blankets, leaned his forehead against mine, then softly whispered, “Adam, I have to leave. There’s some business I need to deal with at home, and when it’s all settled I’ll come back for you.”

I had always known with perfect clarity that Fruys had his own past and history. That he chose this time to depart was because there was nothing that was capable of harming me so easily anymore. He already went above and beyond and had helped me to this point.

Gripped by terrible anxiety, I reached out and tightly grabbed onto him like a small child that didn’t know anything else in the world.

“Fruys, please don’t leave. I don’t want you to go,” I pleaded as I buried my face in his chest, my voice quivering and almost tearful. I wasn’t a weak crybaby, not at all; it was just that it had been too long since Fruys had last read Haider’s poems to me.

“Be good.” His voice was still tranquil and calm, and he used his lips to gently kiss and comfort me. He murmured, “I’ll be back, just wait for me.”

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I accompanied Fruys to the seaside where I first found him.

It was where everything had started, and where everything was going to end.

I had stubbornly refused anyone else to come along, save for my steed Anthony — this old friend of mine could be depended on to carry a blind lord like me back to the fort.

When we arrived, I let go of Anthony and depended on my sense of touch to stand face to face with Fruys. He didn’t say anything, and only lowered his head to kiss me.

It was a little embarrassing since this kind of thing only happened in our room or in the sky before, but my grief over Fruys’s departure very quickly surged forth and buried all of my inhibitions. At the point when I was grieving the hardest —

Fruys used his tongue to shove something hard into my mouth then forced me to swallow it.

“Fruu…” Before I could open my mouth to ask him what it was, Fruys embraced me once again and lowered his head to nip on the nape of my neck with his sharp fangs. At the same time, vague words came out from his throat, “…can we try it in the original form?”

I really wanted to punch him at that moment. It was clear as day that he was shamelessly taking advantage of the moment — as if he was one of those people who held no reservations with their requests on their deathbeds.

But I didn’t hit him. My voice was still choked up with emotion as I quietly asked, “The original form that isn’t small?”

“Mm.” Fruys murmured as he hugged me.

I thought about how he was leaving, and ended up agreeing despite feeling wronged and hurt.

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I think my sorrow must have given me strength, because this time it wasn’t bad at all. I had no physical injuries or aches, and most importantly, I was able to stay conscious the entire time. It even felt like I still had some energy left after it was over.

Of course, it may have been because Fruys was holding back.

He went back into his human form and helped me mount my horse. “I’ll leave after I watch you go,” he said.

I agreed and urged Anthony to take me back.

When I figured that we had gotten far enough out of Fruys’s view, I pulled in the reins and had Anthony stop.

I sat there, waiting, until I could hear the familiar sound of wings beating in the sky. The distant roar of a dragon resonated faintly across the ocean, and finally, I could no longer hold back the tears that I had kept inside the entire time.

In that moment, I was slightly glad that my hearing had improved so much after becoming blind.

I thought to myself that I was like this because I hadn’t read Haider’s poems in too long.

But then I realized that from now on, there was no longer any man or dragon who would read them to a blind person like me.

Translator: toomutchayuzu
Editor: Agent Psyx o7
Translation Checker: blobber
Proofreader: Bunny