The Beloved Fake Saint

chapter 72

“It’s hard for me to say this when I’ve never been in love, but…”

“Maybe the Marquis has a crush on that woman.”

Cass furrowed his eyebrows at my words.

“As much as is necessary, setting aside all conditions and complicated thoughts. Cass himself.”

Cass, who had been thinking for a while, pursed his lips.

“Everything in the world has a priority. Does being in love ignore that priority?”

A moment of silence passed.

I thought for a while and said.

“If you really like someone, that is.”

Then he smiled and shook his head.

“That’s ridiculous. At least for Lloyd.”

It was a strange remark.

I carefully cut off the conversation.

“No matter what happens, I will support you.”

His eyes darken slightly. Then, after a moment, he twisted his lips and smiled.

He looked away from me to the window.

“You look tired.”

Before I knew it, my body started to feel tired.

Soon after, he told me

“Close your eyes. It’s still a long way until dawn.”

I nodded his head and lay on my side with my back against him. Even though I was in the same room with a man outside, I didn’t feel enclosed, perhaps because the ceiling was open.

I could hear the sound of grasshoppers from time to time.

“I feel like I’m homeless.”

I heard him laugh at my words.

I closed my eyes.

Kyuu, you’re waiting for me nicely, right?

I gradually fell into the world of unconsciousness.

When I opened my eyes to the chirping of birds, the light flooded in.

I woke up with a frown. The jacket Cass was wearing was placed on my body like a blanket.

Is it morning already?

I stretched out, grabbed his jacket, and stood up.

As I walked out of the log barracks, feeling exhausted, I saw Cass in a shirt. His face was still clear, and somehow it made me dazed.

Ah, his shirt was too revealing.

“Are you awake?”

I nodded at his voice.

“By the way…”

Coming out of the barracks, I looked around.