The Strongest Daughter-In-Law Of The Black Lion Family [EN]: Chapter 121

Cersia shouted, flustered,

“I’m all grown up! Don’t you think you’re too big?”

“No. Chichi is just too small.”

“Are you treating me like a speck of dust too?”

“More like a cute little sprout than a speck of dust?”

“Eek!”

Unable to contain her anger, Cersia struck Zerachiel’s chest with her free hand.

But that only deepened Zerachiel’s desire. He subdued her remaining hand and murmured softly,

“I want to swallow you whole.”

“…….”

“May I?”

Zerachiel grinned as if he could swallow her whole right now.

The fangs visible through his lips looked particularly sharp. Cersia found herself staring blankly at his lips.

It felt like her thought circuits were shutting down from just a few playful words.

A distance where their breaths mingled. Zerachiel tilted his head and whispered sweetly,

“Or should I kiss you?”

But it wasn’t enough to break down Cersia’s iron wall, who was inexperienced in many ways. Cersia trembled as if reacting to the word ‘kiss’ and shouted,

“No way!”

Thwack!

In the end, Zerachiel’s jaw, unable to avoid Cersia’s fist, shot up into the sky.

‘Rejected again.’

The Black Lion, accustomed to rejection, wasn’t particularly hurt.

Rather, he was pleased that she no longer rejected him even from a hand’s breadth away.

After all, Cersia was his wife, and he was her husband.

Whether she liked it or not, someday he would hold that small, cute ferret in his arms and never let her go.

Having allowed this much distance already, Cersia was no different from a rat in a trap.

‘She’s gotten spicier than before. Did she get stronger after becoming an adult?’

Zerachiel was inwardly impressed by Cersia’s increased strength.

Now, he didn’t feel like he had started the day right unless he was hit by the ferret’s soft paw punch.

That’s how deeply Zerachiel had fallen for Cersia.

Gazing at the cold northern sky, he licked his lips and muttered,

“Too bad.”

“…….”

“Then next time.”

He looked relaxed, as if the opportunity would come at any time.

The more he acted like that, the more Cersia fanned herself.

‘Seriously, what is he?’

She almost had a lip collision instead of a fist. She knew that she almost kissed him just now.

She was flustered and rejected him, but she was just as disappointed.

Of course, even if the same opportunity came again, she wasn’t sure if she could readily do it then.

It’s like she keeps fumbling.

Besides, this was the middle of the snowy field. Beastmen who came in relation to the negotiations were busily moving around, and they were openly flirting.

‘Seriously, he’s doing this with so many eyes watching.’

Cersia glanced around. For some reason, Isla was eating her fist, and Ivan’s expression was lewd. Ella’s face turned as red as a beet.

It was clear that they had all been watching.

Despite the bitter cold, her face flushed.

At least not in front of them.

Otherwise, she might be teased for the rest of her life.

Cersia glared at Zerachiel, crumpling her gloves for no reason.

Her unnecessarily handsome husband was working hard just by existing today.

Zerachiel, who had become an adult, exuded an unapproachable, bewitching aura.

Jet-black hair and contrasting sparkling golden eyes.

Combined with his unique languid eyes and sharp jawline, he was like a walking sculpture.

These days, she even felt like he was more mature than her.

Perhaps because her adult transformation was delayed. Only her body had become an adult, but her pre-adult habits still popped out.

Everyone else had grown up so much, but she felt like she was the only one stagnating.

Honestly, Cersia also felt that this relationship needed a change. She just didn’t know what to do or how to do it.

She already knew that Zerachiel was considerate of her.

At that time, Zerachiel, feeling Cersia’s gaze, lowered his head. And he whispered in her ear.

“It makes me flutter when you look at me like that.”

“…….”

“I want to be hunted.”

“!”

Startled by the clear temptation, Cersia covered her ears and distanced herself.

“Y-y-you……!”

“You’re all red.”

“Ugh…….”

“Like a ripe fruit.”

Zerachiel licked his upper lip with his tongue and muttered languidly. It was when Cersia was completely caught up in his pace.

“Huh?”

A familiar presence was coming this way from afar. Cersia recognized the person at once and let out a small exclamation. Feeling a sense of doubt, Zerachiel turned around.

At that moment, the smile on Zerachiel’s lips disappeared.

In the meantime, Heathcliff, who had come right in front of them, greeted Cersia.

“Long time no see.”

“Heathcliff.”

Cersia greeted Heathcliff with a happy face.

Handsomely grown Heathcliff had changed into a sharper impression than she had thought.

Was it because of the snowy field? She had the illusion that his silver hair was particularly sparkling.

Feeling somehow unfamiliar, Cersia hesitated.

“Um, is this the first time since the wedding?”

“I guess so. I never thought I wouldn’t see you for three years after the wedding.”

After Heathcliff finished speaking, he glared at Zerachiel coldly. It was as if everything was his fault.

Zerachiel pulled Cersia closer to his chest, regardless.

“There’s no need to see him, is there.”

“Ricky.”

“What, why, what.”

“Don’t pick a fight for no reason.”

When Cersia glared and scolded him, Zerachiel gestured as if that guy had started the fight first.

Meanwhile, Heathcliff was somehow embarrassed by the sight of the two being closer than he had thought.

It was natural because Cersia had been forcibly unable to go out because of Zerachiel Rune Zabishi.

As the thought that she might have voluntarily confined herself in the castle crossed his mind, Heathcliff’s mood sank. He wondered if she was suffering from an illness as rumored, but Cersia’s face had a clear and healthy red color to be called a patient.

“You’re still getting along well.”

“You seem to want us not to get along.”

“The young lord of Zabishi knows that’s not what I meant.”

“Well. I don’t know?”

Zerachiel raised his voice sarcastically, but Heathcliff still had a calm face.

Rather, he provoked Zerachiel by looking at Cersia.

“If you ever need help, come to me.”

Zerachiel reacted sharply to the words as if he wanted her to need help.

“I don’t need your help.”

“That’s not what I said to you?”

“Even if it does, I won’t allow it.”

“It’s not a matter that requires your permission.”

Zerachiel and Heathcliff growled at each other, not backing down. Cersia, who was caught between them, was just troubled and rolled her eyes.

At that time, Cersia, who happened to see Ella, tilted her head.

Ella’s gaze was directed at Heathcliff. With a very strange look.

What should I say? Should I say it’s affectionate, or angry?

Anyway, what was certain was that Ella didn’t seem to want to run into Heathcliff. It was as if she was restless as if she had met an awkward opponent.

‘Well, this is like running into your ex-boyfriend on the street.’

And an ex-boyfriend who has completely forgotten about her!

Cersia thought it wouldn’t work and stepped between the two who were still arguing.

“It’s a place gathered for harmony, so shall we stop here, everyone?”

The face smiling brightly was somehow terrifying. If they went any further, they would incur Cersia’s wrath.

Zerachiel, who was quick-witted, stepped back first.

“This is our way of greeting, Chichi.”

But Heathcliff, who was not quick-witted at all, didn’t seem to understand at all. He said with a bewildered face.

“I’ve never heard of that before.”

It was a reaction befitting a serious character who was not good at lying and had no playfulness in the original work.

Zerachiel shrugged his shoulders as if he knew this.

“Well, I do, even if the other person doesn’t.”

“Sigh.”

It was around the time Cersia let out a soft sigh. Zerachiel asked Heathcliff what was going on.

“By the way, what brings you here? The meeting hasn’t started yet, but the young lord of Paige is coming all the way here.”

“I came to tell Cersia something.”