The emotion was intense, almost incomprehensible.
Frankly speaking, the witch and the Inquisitor had no defined relationship.
Her connection with Hাইল론 was simply ambiguous.
Friends, lovers, enemies, rivals…
None of those labels quite fit.
Yet, she was certain of one thing.
Whatever feelings she might harbor for others would be fainter than those she held for Hাইল론.
But that was an arrogant thought.
Richelieu shattered Hাইল론’s delusion and vanished without a trace.
Leaving behind a child whose lineage was unknown.
Hাইল론 was curious.
What kind of man had captured Richelieu’s heart?
If the kiss they shared meant nothing, how would Richelieu react when kissing another man with those lips?
A burning sensation flared over the flower mark on his collarbone.
It mocked the sacred knight, who was supposed to uphold his purity as a body dedicated to God.
Feeling the pain on his skin, Hাইল론 thought of her.
“Come to catch me again, Inquisitor?”
Richelieu’s voice echoed in his ears like a hallucination.
How would she sound when calling another man?
How would she treat a loved one?
Meaningless thoughts kept swirling and repeating.
Hাইল론 clenched his teeth at the sensation of his blood running in reverse.
He knew his way of thinking was abnormal.
He was also aware that he was obsessing over the witch to a morbid degree.
But…
Hাইল론 was her prey.
The mark of the hunted etched on his collarbone proved it.
The witch might want to quit the hunt now, but he wouldn’t allow it.
Who did she think she was to stop?
He wouldn’t let her end things unilaterally.
Even if the relationship was severed, he would force it to continue.
Richelieu had to take responsibility for marking his body.
The Holy Empire’s Inquisitor had been ruined by the witch.
Hাইল론 swallowed a sneer.
He mocked himself for dragging even a young child into his scheme to capture Richelieu.
The child was innocent.
Just as adorable as a newly bloomed flower.
Every time he saw the child, an inexplicable fondness welled up.
The fact that it was another man’s child didn’t bother him in the slightest.
He was simply filled with thoughts of Richelieu, and he couldn’t help but treat the child well.
Just watching the child move before his eyes brought him considerable joy.
So much so that the corners of his lips would subtly lift.
Clearly, he had initially taken the child as bait to lure Richelieu, but…
At some point, Hাইল론 had come to genuinely cherish the child.
To the point where he didn’t want to hand the child over to Count Basilian.
Thinking of the child’s clear pink eyes, Hাইল론 broke the long silence and opened his lips.
“Tell the Holy King that I will be on leave for a week.”
“…Haa. Understood.”
Daren replied, still grumbling with an incomprehending expression.
Regardless, Hাইল론 thought of the child.
He couldn’t capture Richelieu, but.
He intended to capture the child’s heart during the week ahead.
So that the child wouldn’t want to return to the Basilian family.
***
Belzeon ended his short but eventful runaway and returned to the Basilian estate.
There were too many people looking for him, and Chesha, Belzeon’s main reason for running away, had entered a safe zone.
After promising to meet again on the day Kieren would bring information to Hাইল론.
Chesha had a brief farewell with the men of the Basilian family.
Whether this would truly be a short farewell, or a permanent goodbye, remained to be seen.
‘Complicated, so complicated…….’
If Kieren hadn’t been the master of the underworld, it would have been easier to make a decision.
But now, he was in a situation where he could neither go forward nor backward.
Chesha secretly sent a butterfly to Hata.
He sent a message to him, who had gone to find potion ingredients, telling him not to return for now and to complete the potion to turn him into an adult within the week he was scheduled to meet Kieren.
And Chesha, along with his temporary guardian Hাইল론, set out on the road at night.
Hাইল론 left simple cleanup instructions to his adjutant, Daren, and took Chesha into a hired carriage.
He wondered where they were going so late.
‘Are we going to another temple in an area close to the capital?’
If so, it seemed difficult to arrive before dawn.
He was prepared to suffer a little.
But the place Hাইল론 took Chesha was truly unexpected.
He took the carriage to a street lined with luxury mansions in the capital, and then suddenly entered one that looked particularly expensive.
Chesha was horrified, wondering if Hাইল론 was trespassing on someone else’s property like Kieren.
And when he found out that it was a mansion personally owned by Hাইল론, he was so surprised that he almost flipped over.
‘How does he have the money for a mansion like this!’
He exclaimed in shock, but quickly corrected his thoughts.
‘He must have a lot of money…….’
He was the leader of the only thirteen Inquisitors in the Holy Empire.
The salary and maintenance expenses that fell to him alone would be enormous.
And he heard that if the property of those judged as heretics was confiscated, half of it would be given to the Inquisitor.
The rewards were definitely given as much as they were treated like dogs.
Anyway, Hাইল론 was a very capable Inquisitor, and he had captured and punished several prominent figures several times.
Of course, he had no choice but to be wealthy.
Anyway, the days of staying at Hাইল론’s mansion were not bad.
There was a lot of delicious food, and the servants were a little annoying, but they treated him well.
However, there was one fatal flaw.
That was that Hাইল론 didn’t leave the house.
When he first brought Chesha to the mansion, he said.
“Count Basilian is dangerous.”
He said that even though he had returned obediently now, he didn’t know what he would do, so he had to stay by his side as much as possible.
Hাইল론 had already said something similar to him once, so he brushed it off.
He didn’t know that he would be stuck with him almost all day long.
He even had to sleep in the same bed at night!
‘Ew.’
To think that there would come a day when he would sleep side by side with Hাইল론 in bed.
It was really something to see in his long life.
He wondered if he would be able to fall asleep next to Hাইল론, but surprisingly, he often fell asleep without tossing and turning.
Today, Chesha lay next to him in bed again.
Hাইল론 laid Chesha, who was wearing baby pajamas, neatly next to him, and then lay down quietly himself.
“…….”
Chesha secretly opened his eyes.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled his eyes and glanced to the side.
He watched the man immersed in darkness.
‘Like a doll.’
Chesha thought, admiring his densely drooping silver eyelashes and white skin.
As if he were a holy knight, he was wearing stuffy pajamas that came up to his neck, making him feel even more like a doll.
Unlike Kieren, who would sprawl on the bed like a cat and fall asleep, Hাইল론’s sleeping posture was also neat, and he would simply close and open his eyes as he slept.
It was when he was having fun watching.
The closed eyelids slid open.
There was no sleepiness in his eyes.
However, what was a little unexpected was that he thought he would get up and sit down right away.
He simply turned his body to the side and looked at Chesha.
It felt strange to be looking at his face up close.
“…Why aren’t you asleep?”
His usual low bass voice was lowered even further.
The cracked voice tickled his ears.
Chesha looked at him with round eyes and chattered.
“I can’t sleep.”
Hাইল론 frowned slightly.
He seemed to be thinking about how to soothe a fussy baby in his head.
He slowly reached out and stroked Chesha’s head.
Chesha, who was receiving his touch, suddenly felt playful.
‘Should I tease him a little?’
He used to tease and play with Hাইল론 when he was bored, but he hadn’t done that recently, so he felt restless.
Chesha was happy every time Hাইল론 broke his expression and gave him a lively reaction.
‘I’m a weak baby, so it’s hard to play with my body.’
He decided to tease him with words.
When he thought about it, wasn’t this a fun opportunity?
Anyway, he had been misunderstood.
Since it wouldn’t be resolved for a while, he would tease Hাইল론 since things had turned out this way.
“I’m curious…….”
Chesha asked, pretending not to know.
“What was your relationship with my mother?”