772 – We Had Too Much Going on – 4

The feeling of guilt and self-destruction towards Rize, who spoke first, made my body and mind awaken.

As a husband, I didn’t do what I should have done on our honeymoon. The wife, who could not bear it, took the initiative to state her husband’s rights and duties.

How nervous and embarrassed I must have been during that process. This is such a catastrophe that even I have ten words to say. If Rize didn’t have a generous personality, it wouldn’t be surprising if he applied pressure to my solar plexus 10,000 times.

‘You’re like a stupid slave.’

The foolish slave who criticized the emperor as he asked has now degenerated into a foolish husband. How terrible this is.

That’s why I held Rize in my arms with a sad heart. As a sign of reflection, he whispered two or three times more affection than usual.

Of course, twice the infinity is infinite, and three times the infinite, but the mind has transcended infinity. You can’t control human potential with just math.

However, as always, my sincerity seems a little too heavy for the ladies’ pitiful bodies to bear.

“…Are you okay?”

I gently patted Rize’s head, but there was no response. It looks like he fainted.

‘I overdid it too much.’

I smiled bitterly as I felt the sunlight coming through the curtains. Normally, if you make a sincere effort like this, you tend to spend a few days, but that wasn’t possible on this honeymoon. Aren’t there two writers who are eagerly waiting for me and Rize to visit?

The fact that I had more time meant that I spent less time each day, and it didn’t mean that I could no-show for two or three days. If we had stayed stuck at the resort, Rodesa and Allen would have been so upset.

So, I condensed the love I would have shared over several days and poured it into one night,

‘I shouldn’t have done that.’

I didn’t know that.

No, maybe I knew, but maybe my burning heart was weighing down my cool head. Rize suggested it first, but how could I back it down? The same hot passion consumed everything.

Thanks to you, only Rize had a hard time. Not only did I embarrass Rize, I also physically harassed her.

‘I’m glad Rize is a wizard.’

I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. I can’t tell you how fortunate I am that Rize is not just a wizard, but Trixie’s disciple.

What would have happened if Rize’s body her had not been strengthened by magic? It’s a scary thing to even imagine.

“Let’s rest well until today.” Allen and Rodesa will understand for at least a day.”

After whispering softly to Rize, who was still unconscious, I lifted the communication sphere that I had placed on her nightstand.

I’m sorry, but something comes up and I can’t come today. Even if you force yourself to go in this situation, Rize will only get tired.

We can’t risk Rize’s pain for something we want to do well.

***

I received a call from the Count that he would not be able to visit today.

I am just grateful that you are so considerate. Isn’t it like a couple on their honeymoon giving their precious time to people they’ve never met and telling them secret stories that can’t be heard anywhere else? To be honest, Miss Rodesa and I are at a level where we can feel great from what we’ve heard so far, so even if we return home today, we have nothing to say. Nevertheless, the Count told us his schedule for our convenience.

Moreover, unlike Miss Rodesa, I also received materials organized by the Empire. It is impossible to tell a story before and after the war, but the story of the time when the Count was in the army can be written in a splendid manner.

“What? Not only your wife can’t come, but His Excellency his his the Count can’t come too?”

“They say a married couple is one. If your wife can’t come, the same goes for Your Excellency.”

I nodded calmly at the words of Miss Rodesa, who had contacted me before me.

If a couple on their honeymoon suddenly stops their external activities, the reason is obvious. It’s something everyone knows but can’t say about it.

“Well, if you two happen to be taking a break, we can spend today by ourselves.”

“Of course. We had a lot to talk about, but it turned out well.”

With those words, Miss Rodesa brought a notepad filled with bad writing.

“It’s a handwriting that makes me admire every time I see it.”

“If you want to write quickly, you can’t help it. Rather, it’s strange that you maintain your handwriting even though it’s a quick pen.”

“It was like this all my time—”

“Now. This is where your wife and the Count first met.”

Naturally, I sighed at Ms. Rodesa’s behavior of interrupting me.

I can’t believe that consideration and respect for our elders has fallen to such a low point. What will happen to the brilliant and beautiful literary world of Balcross in the future?

‘This guy is the next great writer.’

The future of the Balcross literary world. Is it okay like this?

“True. But I heard a strange story from my wife.”

“What?”

“The story goes that His Excellency the Count has a first love. Actually, it’s not strange to have a first love, right? Nobles are people too, so they can fall in love.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

I answered hesitantly because I knew who he was talking about.

“But your wife said that His Excellency the Count left someone precious to him. That must be his first love, right?”

I thought about those words for a moment. The Count directly told me about the death of his first love, but it seems that the wife only mentioned it indirectly

The reason is easy to guess. The Count’s first love is not something that even his wife can easily talk about. Because only that person can tell about someone’s first love.

‘I guess it’s okay if I tell you.’

However, the Count had already informed me of the death of his first love. Since he wasn’t specifically told to keep it a secret, he probably meant that it could be included in the novel. If you put it in a novel, everyone will eventually know it.

If so, it is okay to share information for smoother and more complete writing. It would be okay to at least add confidence to Miss Rodesa’s guess.

“That’s right. Your Excellency lost your first love during the Great Purge War.”

“It’s a shame. She lost her older sister to illness, and she lost her first love to war… She met people who were hurting each other.”

“That’s right. It’s a wound that can never be erased.”

When I heard Miss Rodesa’s voice full of sympathy, I quietly handed her the paper I had kept in my pocket.

“So, by the way. Can you help me with the story of Your Excellency’s first love? I can’t bring this affection to life with my abilities.”

“No, that’s a bit much. I have a lot to write about, too.”

“Please think of it as this old man’s last request and consider it positively. I plan to leave His Excellency ‘s biography His as my final work His. Even if it is not my field, I don’t want to underwrite even the smallest part.”

After saying that, he looked straight into Miss Rodesa’s eyes.

“Didn’t I put in a lot of effort for you? When your manuscript burned in a fire, I was the one crying and complaining that the contest period would run out—”

“Uh, when are you talking about enemies?”

“Then, shall we talk about the recent past? When you said you were holding an exhibition at the Saleria Hall, didn’t the older people foam at the mouth and object? I persuaded them one by one—”

Before I could finish speaking, Miss Rodesa snatched the paper.

As expected, I thought that if it were Miss Desa, he would not have forgotten the grace. It’s not something you swallow when it’s sweet and spit it out when it’s bitter.

“…Just this once.”

“Anyway, I don’t plan on picking up a pen if it’s not this time. If anything, you’ll only have to ask me for something.”

“Anyway, if you can’t even talk.”

Seeing Miss Rodesa babbling made me laugh for no reason.

Even if you complain like this now, it’s obvious that you’ll end up like me when you get older. The longer you play on this floor, the more you can use your tongue and your hands.

“Huh?”

Miss Rodesa’s eyes widened as she read the paper while grumbling.

“What? The first love of Imperial Baek is a commoner? Is this true?”

“Uh huh. He is now Count Livnoman.”

“No, you were a commoner back then!”

Suddenly, Miss Rodesa’s eyes began to sparkle.

A love that transcends status. I feel like my eyes have rolled over at the tragic ending.

***

After taking a day’s rest for Rize’s health, he attended Allen and Rodesa’s mansion every day.

It may be annoying, but because we talked about something different every day, rather than getting bored, I found new fun each time. Was I actually the type of person who liked talking?

Or maybe I was excited by the passionate and intense reactions of the two writers. They were not only good at writing but also good listeners.

“I’m scheduled to return home in two days. It’s been fun having a lot of conversations during this time.”

“It’s a pity. I knew that day would come someday, but the thought of having to say goodbye to Your Excellency brings tears to my eyes.”

“This is so true. I’m glad that I have a special relationship with the great writer.”

Seeing Allen’s sincere regret, I raised my eyebrows.

Actually, I feel sad too. Since Rize is a writer I like, I had a basic crush on her from the first time we met, and after that, she showed passion and said she would turn my story into a novel. Since he listened to whatever I had to say, I couldn’t help but like him even more.

I feel like I want to take him to the empire. I gave up because I was very proud of being a Balcrosser.

“I think I will probably enjoy my last sightseeing trip with Rize tomorrow. So, let’s think of today as the last day and give her a small gift.”

“It’s a gift. I’ve already received a lot from you.”

“Then think of it as advice for writing. It’s not really wrong.”

After saying that, he stood up. Because it is a difficult gift to take out indoors.

“Would you like to go outside for a moment?”

“Oh, yes.”

After watching Allen obediently follow me, I polished the sword I bought yesterday.

It is the most high-quality sword you can buy right now, so I believe it will do its job well.

When discussing the Great Subjugation War and the Northern Conquest, there is an element that cannot be left out.

Nomads running through the grasslands? The imperial army fighting valiantly? Monsters on both sides killing and killing each other?

All three are important, but there is something more powerful than that.

“This, this, this…”

“This is destruction. It is also called cutting the sky.”

Destruction, another name for it is cutting down the sky.

Khagan’s trademark and symbol of the great war of subjugation.

“Reverse Heavenly Emperor frequently used this annihilation to break the morale of the imperial army. However, even in the imperial camp, people appeared who could imitate this annihilation, even if only in a crude way, including me.”

“You mean multiple people doing this?”

“Everyone is dead now except me.”

After lightly shrugging his shoulders, he put the sword in his hand into its sheath.

“Didn’t I tell you before? During the great subjugation war, I competed with Tala through annihilation, and during the northern conquest, I competed with Dorgon.”

“Yes… You definitely did.”

“It would be easier to describe it if you at least knew what kind of technique annihilation is. That’s why I used some effort as a gift and advice.”

Of course, not me, but the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Technology that is difficult to use even within the empire is being used in other countries. How much trouble must the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs have put in for this performance?

He said he would cut it off only once, not as a demonstration of force, but for the advancement of literature. Please understand that I will only go once. He probably persuaded Balcross with all kinds of sweet words.

“What do you think? Seeing it in person, doesn’t it feel quite different?”

“I can’t express it enough…”

“I’m glad you were satisfied.”

With those words, he handed the sword to Allen.

“Now. This is also a gift. If your memories fade, it would be good to look at this sword to refresh your memories.”

Allen’s eyes fluttered wildly at my joke.

It was a bit of a joke about conversion, but wasn’t it funny?