This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 Chapter 83

“There is no other Madam like you.”

Evan's absurd voice sounded sarcastic.

“… shut up.”

“You who were carried and you who carried are amazing in many ways.”

I hid my face behind Merson's back and groaned, 'uuhh' in pain. I am unknowingly attracting attention as if I was a famous tourist attraction without knowing that the eyes of those around me were gathered here.

The banquet started in the evening when the sun went down, but the employees had to prepare before that, so we were called out early in the morning.

I was overworked both mentally and physically yesterday, surrounded by fatigue, so of course, I was unable to get up early, and I would have been late if Merson hadn't woken me up with a deep tongue morning kiss.

It was good until I barely woke up, when the muscles in my body screamed in pain and it was difficult to take a single step. Climbing up and down the high stairs of the temple, being caught by those bad people, and having a hot night with Merson… No no. Well anyhow, my limbs creaked like a broken machine.

In the end, Merson carried me to County Abitz.

“What happened overnight that you can't even walk?”

“I can walk. I have a little muscle pain.”

Evan's eyes narrowed. The corners of his lips twitched up, and he made a smirk. Evan tapped Merson's forearm and nodded his head.

“If you are newlyweds, that's possible. But it's the day before the banquet, why don't you put up with it. Kuht.”

“It's not…… !”

Fwoosh–

My face burned hot and I reflexively tried to scream 'no!', but I automatically shut my mouth. Evan's face becomes more slick.

“Why did you stop? I was just saying it, I guess it's true?”

“… Be quiet, Evan.”

“No, why? A good newlywed couple can have sex! It is not a sin.”

“Hey… you really.”

I wanted to cover my ears at the blatant words. I think it would be better if I could twist his lips as much as I could, but since I'm in a pitiful situation like a sick chicken on Merson's back, I couldn't take any action and had to do it in my imagination.

However, Evan did not stop there and approached Merson in a stealthy step.

“You must have used some strength? Seeing your wife get to that point.”

“Hey, that's sexual harassment. Merson! Say something.”

Merson, who had kept his mouth shut all the time, nodded his head.

“I didn't use any strength. Erina can't stand it…….”

“You too shut up!”

I hastily covered Merson's mouth. You're even worse, huh?!

Evan, who was listening, burst into laughter.

“Puhaha! Seriously, if you have a body like Merson, you don't have to work hard.”

I gave the shrugging Evan a death glare, then tapped Merson on the shoulder.

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“Get me down.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I will have to leave soon anyway, so you can't carry me around all the time.”

We were assigned different places. I am at the onion peeling warehouse, and Merson is the banquet hall where the distinguished guests are being served.

“Then I'll take you to the front.”

“I don't want to hear what kind of rebuke the chief attendant will say if we get caught. That's okay.”

I pushed Merson's back and moved my butt, and Merson leaned over and carefully let my feet touch the ground safely.

Before long, the door to the main building opened and the command to come in was given. The people waiting outside the door went up the stairs at once.

“Ugh- my whole body.”

Even though I have only climbed one space, my body feels numb. My body flinched, and Merson hurriedly grabbed my arm and supported me.

“I'm not a sick person.”

“Then I'll piggyback you up to the stairs.”

“Don't say the same thing over and over again.”

“What about a princess carry?”

“I don't want it even more!”

Evan, who had climbed far above us, suddenly stood at the entrance of the main building and began to urge us to hurry.

“Whoever sees it will know that he is a husband, who takes care of his wife with utmost sincerity.”

I was neither piggyback-ed nor princess-carried, but I managed to climb the stairs to the end of the stairs with Merson's support. As we walked down the long hallway and came to a fork in the road, Merson raised my hand and kissed it.

“I want to go peel onions too.”

He said, not wanting to part. He grabbed my hand between his fingers and held it there for a while, probably not wanting to let go of the hand that had rested on his lips.

“No. It smells bad, and your eyes will burn.”

Even if it wasn't, Merson couldn't move freely because our assigned location was different.

Merson can't get rid of his regrets, and sorrow drips from his eyes. I finally pulled his hem and kissed the back of Merson's clasped hands. Just like Merson had done.

“Don't get in trouble, stay calm. Understand? Don't forget to look for Chenin.”

His hand, which seemed to not part, falls out as I pull my hand with force.

It didn't look like Merson would ever walk the other way, leaving me, so I barely moved my throbbing legs and walked to the onion warehouse. Even when I thought I had gone quite far, Merson was still looking at me.

“Hurry and go!”

I raised my hand toward Merson and waved it, then turned my back to the onion warehouse.

“Hello!”

I opened the door with a spirit of 'Let's work hard today too!'

As always, Uncle Grick was cleaning the onion. However, one difference stood out. Right away…….

Chapter end