The Strongest Daughter-In-Law Of The Black Lion Family [EN]: Chapter 178

The light was blinding.

Something soft enveloped my entire body, and something even warmer held me tightly.

“Umm.”

I moved, uncomfortable with the firm grip, but it only hugged me tighter. Yielding, I snuggled in and found it surprisingly comfortable.

After rubbing my cheek against something solid for a while, a sense of déjà vu washed over me, and I opened my eyes wide.

What I saw was a firm chest muscle.

“Gasp.”

Startled, I pushed against the chest, but it didn’t budge. I looked up to see Jerarkiel looking down at me.

“Did you sleep well?”

“…Jerarkiel?”

I stared at Jerarkiel with a dreamy expression.

I clearly remembered Jerarkiel being in danger of having his pheromones forcibly taken at the Mishr Altar.

I even remembered releasing my pheromones to stop it… but I had no idea what happened after that.

I was pondering what to ask first when.

“Sleepyhead. Why do you sleep so long?”

Jerarkiel snuggled me and whined. I blinked in his arms, clueless.

“You seem to do nothing but sleep.”

Jerarkiel muttered incomprehensible things and wouldn’t let me go.

Belatedly regaining my senses, I shouted.

“Evensev!”

I pushed him away forcefully and jumped up. The thought of Evensev made me realize that this was no time to be lying around idly.

This was no time to be so relaxed.

I was about to get out of bed when I suddenly felt dizzy.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, and my head spun. I staggered, and Jerarkiel caught me.

“You shouldn’t move so suddenly. You’re practically exhausted from using too much pheromone.”

I must have poured out my pheromones right before. I leaned on Jerarkiel and muttered.

“But that goes for you too.”

I clearly remembered seeing Jerarkiel releasing his pheromones after me.

If so, he must be strained as well.

But judging by his actions, I was the only one who seemed to be struggling.

‘I don’t think I was that weak…’

No, if a pheromone collision occurred as a reaction to excessive pheromone use, this state could be explained.

Perhaps sensing my anxiety, Jerarkiel patted my back.

“Don’t worry. That woman is gone now.”

“Huh?”

What does that mean?

I stared with wide eyes when suddenly a glass of water was held out to me.

“Let’s drink this first.”

Jerarkiel urged me to drink water first. I drank the water in a gulp and regained my senses, then asked again.

“What do you mean?”

Evensev is gone?

Could it be that she really ascended with the Divine Beast?

Then why am I still in my body?

As I stared blankly, he said.

“She’s dead. Along with Gwangnanhwa.”

“Huh?”

“We’re free now.”

Jerarkiel smiled beautifully and touched my cheek.

I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. I was about to urge him to explain in more detail when.

Bang—!

The door burst open, and something rolled noisily across the floor.

Roll, roll— thud.

The object that rolled to the front of the bed was a knitting basket and yarn.

Inside, something that appeared to be a headband for me was half-finished.

“Hwaaa, Lady Cheresia!”

Following that, Ayla sat down and cried.

“If you don’t wake up even after I finish knitting all of this, I’ll go to Hebel and find that damn woman’s corpse and dismember it…”

Unspeakable, cruel punishments poured out of Ayla’s mouth.

Then, she wailed so loudly that even Ivan rushed in.

“Uwaaa! Cheresia-nim has woken up—! Ack!”

Ivan, who was making a fuss, couldn’t finish his sentence. It was because he was hit in the mouth by the yarn that Jerarkiel threw.

The object that struck him was the very yarn that Ayla had dropped. Jerarkiel warned Ivan.

“Be quiet. You’ll scare Chi Chi.”

“Hic. Lady Ayla did the same, but why only me?”

Ivan took a step back, preparing for a possible second attack, and grumbled. But Jerarkiel was firm.

“Because Chi Chi especially hates your voice.”

When did I ever tell him that?

I wanted to applaud Jerarkiel’s amazing observation skills, but I held back. It was because Ivan was looking at me with a very upset face.

“You only hate me…”

Ivan pouted and muttered silently. Of course, it was so quiet that I couldn’t hear what he was saying properly.

Judging from everyone’s reaction, I must have been asleep for quite a while.

Don’t the heroines in romance fantasy novels usually sleep for about a month when they faint?

I knew now that I had become the protagonist, that the novel itself was a story for me.

So I asked naturally.

“How long have I been lying down?”

Surely it’s been a month, right? Right?

But contrary to my expectations, the time I had been asleep was modest.

“Three days.”

“Ehh?”

I was unintentionally disappointed, and Jerarkiel narrowed his eyes.

“Ehh?”

“Ah, no. I mean, everyone was making such a fuss that I thought I had been lying down for about a month.”

“Oh, Cheresia-nim. With such a strong body, you were going to lie down and laze around for a month… Ugh.”

Again, Ivan couldn’t finish his sentence. It was because Ayla picked up the fallen yarn and shoved it into Ivan’s mouth.

“Please do something about that mouth.”

“Ugh ugh ugh!”

Ivan tried to spit out the yarn with an aggrieved face, but Ayla was blocking the entrance, so there was nothing he could do.

‘Ayla is now feeding her fists to others, going beyond eating her own fists…’

Should I be grateful that she didn’t feed her own fist?

Then Jerarkiel said.

“How long were you going to lie down for a month to kill me?”

“Je, Jerarkiel?”

“That won’t do.”

Jerarkiel’s eyes flashed. I stared blankly at the sight, and belatedly felt a sense of incongruity and grabbed his cheek with a smack.

“You! What’s wrong with your eyes!”

As a result, Ayla, who was surprised, let go of Ivan.

“Oh… strong spike.”

Ivan, who barely escaped from Ayla’s grasp, spat out the yarn and whistled.

I was surprised that I didn’t intend to grab him so hard, but that wasn’t the important thing right now.

Jerarkiel’s eyes were red. I think they were like that from the beginning, but I didn’t notice it right away because I was used to the memories with Babi.

Jerarkiel put his hand on top of mine and said.

“Your hands are still spicy.”

“Jerarkiel.”

“I’m okay.”

“But your eyes are red right now!”

Something must have gone wrong back then. I was about to call Merina in a hurry.

He turned my head towards him and asked.

“Why? Do you not like red eyes anymore?”

“Huh?”

“You said they were pretty like roses.”

He said with a somewhat 섭섭한 [seopseophan – slightly disappointed] face. I was about to ask when I had said that.

Suddenly, the words that Larien had said to Vasily in the past flashed through my mind.

‘Babi, you’re all like flowers.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Your eyes are as red and luscious as summer roses. And your hair stands out everywhere like violets hidden in the deep night.’

The pure Larien’s comments that she was flirting hard without even knowing it was a love confession.

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“You, what, what?”

As if to say, how do you know the memories of Vasily and Larien?

Cheresia’s face turned pale with embarrassment, and her lips trembled. Her cheeks were blushing like peaches, so she seemed to remember something.

Jerarkiel gestured to Ayla and Ivan, who were standing behind him, to leave.

Ayla took Ivan away, sensing the situation.

Ivan also quietly retreated without saying anything more. He knew that there were many stories to be resolved between them.

Thus, only Cheresia and Jerarkiel remained in the bedroom.

Jerarkiel whispered, putting his lips on her finger.

“I didn’t know what you meant back then. To compare a beast to a weak flower… Something’s wrong.”

“…….”

“But now I think I know. You look like a flower to me too.”