Chapter 82
What do you mean? Lapel was agitated. The black spider tattoo on Arjen's even pale cheek was conscious.
A heavy silence fell between Arjen and Rafel, who looked this way with serious eyes. Just then, Annette sighed and put her hand on Arjen's shoulder from behind him.
“Don't make fun of Lapel, brother. He doesn't like this prank very much.”
“Page… Is it me?”
When Lafel asked back, Annette gave an apologetic look.The heavy atmosphere shattered in an instant.Arjen,whose prank was interrupted by his sisterhis shrugged his shoulders.Face.
“Ah, sorry about this. Claire only talked about that side, so I got jealous and stopped.”
Rafel's expression his, being teased, turned stern.He was so stupid that he could n't even get angry right away.He's playing these little pranks on himself.
Lapel was tall, a head taller than most men, and his muscles were tight from training. Sometimes he felt dangerous, more like a predator than a man. Because of this, the same men would instinctively shrink in front of Lapel. 'T show his spirit his in front of a tiger.
But, in front of him like this, from the very beginning, he made a trivial joke. Rafel looked down at Arjen's lanky figure and was literally stunned. A man as handsome as this girl must have had a swollen liver. Head and his position in his empire.
“Lapel. Were you offended?”
… He believes in his sister, who is the prettiest in the world, and does this. When Lafel saw Annette's face her looking up at him anxiously by his side of her, his anger his quickly cooled. Yes, let alone anything else, It was impossible to be angry with Arjen, the older brother-in-law. He had to put up with Annette's face her.
As Rafel suppressed his anger his, Arjen licked his lips in regret and turned his back.Unexpectedly, he seemed to be the type to walk around without knowing how precious his life was.At this point, Claire clung to her husband her and stabbed him in the side her.
“What do you think? Do you like the lapel too? It's a flaw that I'm not lucky because of my natural talent. It's not bad anyway! Above all, the irregular herbivore and creative application techniques that can freely orbit in the air are very good, and the level of muscular strength that makes it possible……”
“Okay, I know. She's a woman with nothing but a sword in her head. I'll see you in five days, are you going to keep complimenting another man in front of her husband?”
Arjen smiled across his nervous face and pulled Claire towards him unexpectedly and affectionately. The way he kissed Claire's cheek of her, which was exposed because of the short cut of her, was very natural. From the outside, they don't look like a A very well-matched couple, but surprisingly, Keum-seul looked good.
Claire was the tallest of women, almost equal to her husband her. Her hair color her is also dark blue, and the bridge of her nose and jawline also have a sharp feel, so she was rather more masculine on her Claire side of her. Arjen, on the other hand, had her light white blonde hair and delicate features like her sister her, so even though she was a man, she was pretty and nervous. At least, the black spider tattoo on her left cheek alerted her to her Appearance of her, which could easily look like a woman.
“Oh, have you been wondering about this tattoo? It's been a few years since I had it engraved, but the people of Deltium didn't know about the existence of my tattoo. Everyone is surprised every time I go home. Maybe it's because the rumors are less. Black spiders are taboo in the Chapelle Empire.”
When Rafel's eyes met, Arjen opened her mouth in a casual tone. Due to her fatigue her, he was explaining quite consciously even with a light shadow hanging under her eyes her. Earlier.
“It's a superstition related to an old myth that lingers in the Empire,” She says. The people of the Chapelle Empire are very afraid of black spiders. It's the messenger of death that their god sends when they punish someone. M afraid I'll be punished just for saying it.”
Arjen grumbled, saying that because of this, rumors do not spread well to Deltium. In the first place, he was really busy. It was evident from the fact that he never attended the wedding of his one and only sister his, Annette. That, returning to deltium was only once every few years.
As a result, the people of Delta only knew about Arjen's reputation for his. Citizens who succeeded in other countries were bound to become objects of pride. Naturally, Arjen's name was often mentioned in social circles. Arjen.
If this were the case, even the people of Chapelle's empire would have to actively spread word of mouth, but they were reluctant to mention the existence of the black spider. Thanks to that, word about Arjen's tattoo didn't spread much. Whenever Arjen returned to Deltium, he became very annoyed by the gaze of others.
“Then why did you have a tattoo on your face? I could have done it elsewhere.”
Lafel, who still had the aftermath of earlier, asked with a dissatisfied look, Arjen replied, rubbing the pale purple shade under his eyes.
“Well, even though I have a grandiose title, it's a bit of a difficult situation. What would you do if you only wore armsbands? I'm a foreigner and I don't mind listening to it. As you can see, my face is like this, so it was hard to find charisma.So I guess I need to show some of my 'will' to these sassy Chappelles.In the most impressive way possible.Actually,I thought about using a snake rather than a black spider, but he said he was more afraid of spiders.”
Certainly, Arjen's expression looked tired. Rafel knew those eyes well. The desolate face of a soldier surrounded by enemies in the ruins of endless war. The feeling of the weariness of life buried in the hand holding the sword reluctantly. Than it seemed.
“Still, the tattoo worked quite well. Right, brother?”
Conscious of the heavy atmosphere, Annette smiled kindly and asked again.A smile appeared on Arjen's dry mouth at the smile of her sister, who had been looking at her for a long time.
“I saw it very well. Old-fashioned old men who are swayed by superstition don't even make eye contact with me! Thanks to that, the backlash against foreigners asking what they know and talk about has decreased a lot compared to before. Because their oldest myth is etched into my face.”
Arjen laughed as he tapped his own pale left cheek with his finger on her.Then Claire took his hand on her and kissed the back of his hand on her.A confident smile emerged from her sharp features on her.
“Don't worry, my love. No matter what obstacles stand in your way, just break through and pass through. I will always be the sharpest sword to protect you.”
“Claire…. Of the countless things I have obtained from the Empire, you are my only real treasure.”
Her smiling Arjen pulled his wife over her and kissed her lightly. Seeing this, Rafel thought to himself, 'You've been fucking sick and fell asleep.' But politely, he did n't bring it out of his mouth his. Rapidly Tired from his couple's chicken meat behavior, Rafel hurriedly showed Arjen to the bedroom. Then, I slammed the door and left so that they could unwind. Annette smiled, catching the subtle wrinkles caught between Lapel's delicate eyebrows on her.
“You had a lot of trouble entertaining guests, Your Excellency the Marquis.”
“Nothing, ma'am.”
At Annette's playful words, her, Lafel finally put a smile on his lips, her arms, her stretched out to hug her, her lapels whispering in her decadent tone.
“If you do well, you should reward me. There is still some time left until evening. So let's go do something we can do together as a couple.”
After the relationship ended, what was left was the painful aftereffects of pleasure and a little emptiness. Annette chewed on the bitterness that surged after the heat that filled her body her gradually cooled. Then I got out of bed with my trembling legs together. After a long time, and she had to have dinner with her.
Annette sat down in front of the dressing table and quietly looked at her face in the mirror. The disheveled hair of her, the blush that dyed her white face of her, and the spread slightly rouge around her mouth of her were unfamiliar. When he was unfamiliar with it because he was always required to be neat without a single point of error. But Annette was much better now than she was when she was being raised to become the Crown Princess.
At this moment, a large hand extended from behind her, grasping her chin and lifting her face upward. With her head tilted back, she opened her eyes to see her lapel her face her upside down. Lapel bent her back and pressed his hot lips to her forehead. She and she threw a blunt rebuke.
“It's scary to wake up before it's over. In any case, it is benign.”
After hearing Lapel's grunting words, Annette rolled her eyes. When he was dissatisfied with something, he expressed it right away, so it was easy to understand. Often found his direct speech fresh. Still, he didn't want to listen to the group of lapel anymore.
“Are you going to join us for dinner too? Then you should prepare from now. Don't do that, get dressed quickly, Lapel.”
Annette picked up his brush her and brushed down her tangled blond hair her, stroking it gently. Then, while Lapel put on a dissatisfied expression, he draped his pants over his sturdy naked body her. Then he stretched out his hand for his shirt to her and suddenly laughed.
“Now you're nagging me. At first, I was very nervous and trembled.”
