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"Fairy."
Why a fairy all of a sudden?
Ferze, who was scratching his cheek as if embarrassed even after saying it.
"You..... Became a fairy? Instead of getting younger?"
"That's not it–."
Ferze looked at me with an annoyed look as we wandered around, unable to grasp the feeling.
No, you have to say something!
If you suddenly say 'Fairy,' who would understand?
The accumulated doubts were easily resolved.
"My childhood nickname."
Oh my god....!
Hello, everyone. The demon-slaying fairy has arrived at the duke's residence.
The Grand Duke, who was called the Djibril God of War and the Killer of Yekart on the battlefield....
"Fairy?"
When I called him by his nickname, Ferze turned his head.
Somehow his face turned redder.
'Our Grand Duke has quite a cute nickname.'
I was wondering if this was a bad dream or a good dream, seeing the rare sight of the Grand Duke that I would never have seen before.
Because the Grand Duke was the type of person who would never say a nickname with his own mouth.
"El."
It seemed a little strange to see him calling me by a nickname that hadn't even been created yet.
The side effects of the medicine that makes you younger are quite serious.
I am fine, but why is the Grand Duke...
Phew, this won't work. I need to adjust the rhythm a bit.
I let out a long sigh and turned to Ferze with a surprised look on my face.
"Wow.... Is that my nickname?"
Ferze, who sensed my soulless response like a ghost, wiggled his eyebrows and said.
"It is customary for fiancés to use nicknames."
Well, I understand that you want to use nicknames so that even if it's a contract marriage, it won't be discovered.
But even if the nickname you call me is wrong, it's very wrong.
"No."
When I pointed out that wasn't the case, Ferze frowned slightly as if to say, 'Then what?'
I crossed my arms and shook my head.
I guess the Grand Duke doesn't know much about love since he's a beginner in it (I learned it from books, so I'm quite an expert).
I mean, I don't really use nicknames like that.
"Using a nickname that's outdated..... Who calls someone by their last letter?"
"Then?"
"Listen carefully....."
Ah, I want to speak informally. I want to talk freely.
Swallowing back that impulse, I spoke with my index finger raised.
"They call it Cookie, Sugar, or Choco!"
If you look at the romance novels that are very popular in the Djibril Empire, they call them by such sweet nicknames.
Ferze asked if that was a pet name, but I shook my head.
"......."
Ferze looked at me with a suspicious expression and cleared his throat.
The boy, who covered his mouth slightly with his clenched fist, spoke cautiously.
"..... Then can I call you Cookie from now on?"
Before Ferze could finish speaking, a loud applause was heard from somewhere.
I turned my head in surprise at the sudden noise and saw my father with a blank expression on his face.
"What kind of cookies are you talking about? A lost fox cub has sneaked into my territory."
Oh, Dad. He's a royal family.
Before I could say anything, Ferze chuckled.
"It's hard to hide. I came confidently to the main gate. The Duke's knights were so pathetic, it wasn't much fun."
"......"
Does Ferze have fifteen lives?
That's Eustia Visenna.
It was a clear provocation directed at the head of the assassin family.
Dad put the tall, unconscious man he was holding down on the floor.
The knight's body, covered in blood, rolled on the floor.
At the same time, my father approached me with slow steps.
"Our Ciel, dad is here."
With the world's most affectionate voice and the scariest face that doesn't match it.
"Oh, Dad....."
The final boss has already appeared.
You mean you defeated all those scary knights of the white night?
"Ugh, uh, your grace must run away...."
A man who appeared to be the Knight of the White Night grabbed my father's ankle, as if he had fainted.
Desperately trying to stop my father.
"The lifeline is unnecessarily long."
Dad stamped his black boots on the writhing knight's head.
'He's a real villain.'
Who would have thought that I would be able to confirm for the first time the rumors I had only heard about.....!
Unlike me, who was frozen, Ferze's face was expressionless as if it were someone else's business.
Dad, who had removed the annoying leech, approached us with long, brisk strides.
"Fa, Fairy, run away!"
"Ciel Visenna."
A heavy, low voice came into my ear.
When I raised my head, my father, with a dry expression on his face, took off his blood-stained white gloves and gently stroked my head.
"From now on, that nickname is forbidden."
"Ha, but...."
"You can do it when you're a little older."
Then I'll forgive you.
He's said it couldn't be done now.
My father gently grabbed my shoulders and made me step back.
Every single action was a natural villain, so I had no choice but to quietly retreat, praying for the repose of Ferze soul.
"Fighting!"
That was all I could do for Ferze.
If I had called him Duke Eustia, I would have bitten his hand or arm to buy him time and tell him to run away, but now that I was calling him Dad, I couldn't do that.
'A traitor is better than a delinquent.'
When my father looked down at me with a scary gaze, I had no choice but to change my words.
"Ah, Dad, fighting!"
"Wasn't that a cheer to me?"
Ferze looked at me with a look of disbelief.
I'm sorry, Ferze.
No, Your Highness. I only have one life, and you only have one..... But I believe you will have a longer and stronger lifespan than mine!
Ferze, who was looking at my father and me with an indifferent expression, said.
"It's normal to take care of your parents before getting married."
Ferze, whose voice trailed off, closed his eyes and recited a light spell.
Before he knew it, he was holding a greatsword the size of a man's body in his hand.
Bahait, a silver long sword made from dragon bones.
It was a sword that only Ferze, the leader of the Knights of the White Night and the Knight of the Dragon, could wield.
"They say things change after marriage."
Ferze aimed his sword at my father, his gaze completely different from the one he had when he was looking at me.
Unfortunately, no one thought to wake up to reality.
Dad. Ferze is not a fox with nowhere to go, but a member of the royal family with a higher status than you.
And Ferze. The duke you pointed your sword at is my father.
"When I saw him from afar, I thought he was the Grand Duke's illegitimate child."
Oh, Dad. No.
I shook my head as I looked at my father, who was thinking the same thing as me.
We didn't look alike on the outside, but we seemed to be somewhat similar mentally.
This was a very bad omen. It felt like a warning that I was being poisoned by Visenna.
"Duke, I swore chastity before the goddess."
For the wife I'm going to marry.
At those words, Dad's fist clenched with great strength.
It didn't mean anything special, and it was just a suggestion that it couldn't be an illegitimate child, but it seemed like a huge challenge.
"I guess you can maintain my chastity even after death."
Dad, who had given an answer comparable to Solomon's, lightly raised his hand into the air.
The gloves that covered the back of his hand had been gone for a long time.
'Huh? Why aren't you covering the back of your hand?'
My eyes widened as I looked at it.
My father absolutely hated showing the tattoo on the back of his hand to others.
But the gloves he was wearing were stained with blood, so he took them off before he could stroke my head.
Even though Ferze was looking at the pattern on the back of his hand, dad didn't seem to care.
As if it wasn't a problem anymore.
Ferze seemed to be trying to interpret the pattern at that moment.
The boy's sharp eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to find my father's weakness rather than simply engage him with a sword.
"They say that an ancient curse made you immortal. "
"......"
Curse. And immortality.
This was the word my father hated the most.
I only found out after taking the exam that it was a taboo word in Visenna.
But Ferze nonchalantly poked at a sensitive spot.
The intention was to provoke my father, who was frighteningly calm in any situation.
"Why are you just staring. Duke? When will you send your two sons to kill me?"
"I was thinking about how to dismantle it..."
A slow, muffled voice echoed through the maze garden.
The corners of Dad's mouth were drawn in a loose curve, as if he had never been angry before.
'Dad might really kill Ferze.'
To my dismay, Ferze looked incredibly calm when he met my father.
"Dismantle, that's good."
Ferze chuckled and lightly ran his hand through the silver hair that was blocking his vision.
Even that felt like a painting, and I was looking at him with my mouth open.
That day, I realized for the first time what it meant to be pretty and handsome.
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