171 – Scene 171# On the sofa
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At his sudden command, Helga fell asleep.
come in? In the Count’s bed? That means… . Does this mean that the Count finally wants my body?
In that brief moment, countless thoughts crossed Helga’s mind.
How much effort have you been trying to seduce Tristan?
I didn’t show it, but after getting rid of scars all over my body, I paid more attention to my appearance.
I have been able to do makeup that I have never done in my life.
I forgot to clean my leg hair every morning. for smooth legs.
She tried to speak as softly as an aristocratic lady in front of her, even though her tone became rough while walking around the battlefield.
Whenever I sat in a chair, I crossed my legs so he could see me. The seductive gaze toward him was a bonus. Thanks to that, my pelvis was hurting, but… .
I could bear it if I could look good to Tristan.
But despite Helga’s efforts and temptations, he was not shaken.
No matter how short the skirt was, I couldn’t blink an eye. Rather, I just scolded her for not being dignified… .
The more that happened, the more Helga became impatient.
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Does Tristan see her as a childhood friend or sister? Or was it just Aslan’s vice-captain and escort knight?
But today, an opportunity finally came to her.
He finally saw her as the opposite sex.
Helga swallowed a trembling breath.
How long have you been waiting for this moment
No, he just asked to come in… .
If you are a true loyalist, you must know how to fathom the true meaning of your lord’s orders.
Well. don’t be like that
Helga slipped down the stockings she was wearing.
“It’s my first time, but I’ll do my best.”
“… what?”
“Can I just take it all off?”
“… … What do you mean?”
“ah! After all, should I take off my stockings… ? Oh right. I haven’t even showered yet, so hurry up and wash-“
“… after.”
Tristan sighed deeply and rose from the couch.
Then, as she lowered her stockings and stopped, she approached her in a sloppy posture.
“this… is not it? Ahahahaha… . Because I don’t know… .”
Tristan’s expression was darker than usual.
As expected, it seems to have hit the wrong leg again.
He said to Helga who laughed awkwardly.
“You have too many useless thoughts.”
“Ew-?!”
At that moment, Tristan lifted Helga, who was unable to do this or that.
I was startled and thought I was going to stop breathing.
I felt the strong arm muscles and broad shoulders holding her. He too was a man.
Helga lay down on the sofa.
‘This time I’m attacked by the count… !’
I slowly opened my eyes, which had been tightly closed, ready to accept Tristan’s rough touch.
“… Eh?”
What he saw before his eyes was not his face looking down at her lovingly, but the dark ceiling.
“tight.”
Tristan turned off the lights and lay down next to Helga.
That was it.
Turning his head, Tristan quietly closed his eyes.
Seeing that nonchalant appearance, Helga opened her mouth.
“… Are you doing nothing? Count.”
“I want you to do something.”
“You can ask me to do anything.”
“anything?”
“Yes. That… … It’s okay to ask others to do anything, even if it’s embarrassing to tell them about. I am the Count’s, and the Count’s happiness is my joy. So whatever… .”
“is it.”
“… !”
Tristan opened his eyes in the darkness and looked at Helga.
Although it was dark and difficult to see, he could tell that his obsidian-colored eyes were staring at him.
Having said this, what could come out of Tristan’s mouth?
I was expecting this again… .
“Then sleep.”
“eww… .”
Tristan seemed to be on the verge of something.
“You always make me look forward to it this way. brother.”
“It’s the Count.”
“I do not like it. I will call you brother brother.”
Oddly enough, I developed a rebellious spirit.
Helga decided to provoke Tristan.
“Now, what are you going to do? Are you going to punish me for calling the Count your brother like this?”
“… Stop whining like a child.”
“Nope. I won’t listen I’m going to whine until you get scolded. brother.”
“… … .”
Tristan, who had been silent until then, suddenly raised his arm.
“… What?!”
Helga flinched as she realized that the sword was flying.
But his hand gently stroked her head.
“Stop talking and go to sleep.”
“… … I’ve done this, but isn’t the Count angry?”
“It’s funny to be angry about something like this. Aren’t you just wanting to be interested in me?”
ah… .
I felt ashamed of something because I felt like my insides had been exposed.
“… sorry.”
“I just need to know. Tomorrow, I have to find someone to repair the damaged tomb, so sleep.”
I was blown away by those words.
“Count.”
“What.”
“It’s late, but thank you… . Thank you for protecting my mother’s grave.”
“… … No thanks needed.”
Tristan answered calmly.
Helga turned to her side.
It was a sofa wide enough for two people to lie down, but they had no choice but to stick close together.
So Helga could see Tristan’s face right in front of her nose.
He whispered in his ear as he closed his eyes.
“brother. There is one fact I haven’t told you all this time.”
“… … .”
“brother. Good night?”
“… … .”
“Count.”
“… tell me.”
“Actually, when the Count lost consciousness, I decided to commit suicide.”
“… … .”
Maybe he told a story he didn’t know.
Why would I be reprimanded for having such a foolish idea? Or should I scream loudly?
However, the answer that came after silence was nothing.
“yes… . It seemed like it would be you.”
As if he had expected it, he sighed.
“The Count is the reason for my life… . So, at the same time, I was disappointed. I could die for the Count… . It was painful to watch the Count die for someone else… There is.”
“… … .”
“I had no doubt that the Count would return, but… . Still, I tried to write a will just in case.”
Her throat choked, Helga paused for a moment before speaking.
“But when I tried to write it, the only person I could send a will to was my dead mother. After abandoning my father, brother, and family, the only person who could be said to be on my side was my mother, except for the Count. therefore… mother’s grave… . Thank you for protecting the grave of my one and only family member.”
“… … .”
“The Count probably doesn’t want to hear anything like my thanks, but… . I really wanted to say this… . Ahahahaha… . I am in tears for no reason.”
Tristan, who had been silent, opened his mouth quietly.
“… Are you resentful of your father?”
“Now is… . I do not know. But what if they destroyed my mother’s grave without a trace… . If it really was… .”
Helga shrugged in anger.
“I think I would have killed my father like the Count. No, it must have been.”
“You will regret it.”
“Nope. I have no regrets.”
“no. you regret certainly.”
“why… Joe?”
Helga couldn’t help but question his words that were so sure.
“I know. That your heart is softer than you look.”
“Yes… ?”
“I know how hard you worked alone to be recognized by your father when you were young.”
“… !”
My heart was pounding.
Tristan’s words weren’t just words he’d known her for a long time.
“Not only that, but when you lost your eye in an accident as a child, there was no one on your side… I know everything.”
He researched everything.
Everything to understand her past and her wounds.
“So I understand the feelings of the young child who was entrusted to the Ruelberta family.”
“Count… .”
“You are not someone who can hurt anyone. Injure, but rather, you have a weak side that ends up being hurt.”
“Oh, no… . I am so weak… .”
“You don’t have to pretend to be strong. At least in front of me.”
“… … .”
Suddenly my vision blurred.
I am glad that he understands me.
“… Is that really okay?”
“yes.”
“Then what should I do when I can’t protect the Count… .”
“I am not a sunfish. It is not a body that will die easily if you do not protect it.”
“Open clothes… Chiyo? I don’t know what it is… … . I feel like I want to cry in the count’s arms from a while ago.”
“In that case, you can cry. But only five minutes.”
“5 minutes… What?”
“yes… .”
To Helga’s question, Tristan sighed and answered.
“It’s time to wake up in five minutes.”
“uh… ?”
The early dawn was breaking through the curtains.
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