A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 218

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Special Side Story Episode 3
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“I knew Enrique was learning swordplay from you, but I had no idea his skill was so exceptional.”
That night.
I told Isidore, who had just returned from military training, about what had happened at the Academy that day, and he smiled with unmistakable pride in his eyes.
“As his mentor, I’m quite proud of him.”
“But Enrique isn’t naturally gifted like you—he doesn’t have that inherent constitution of a magic swordsman. Won’t training in both magic and swordplay be too exhausting for him?”
“My student has an exceptional talent for condensing and controlling magical power. When that ability reaches its peak, it’s fundamentally no different from a Sword Master who unleashes blade energy.”
“So when both swordplay and magic reach their pinnacle, they ultimately become one.”
I nodded thoughtfully at this new revelation, then stopped myself.
Isidore, dressed in his deep navy military uniform, had begun loosening his shoulder boards and buttons as if preparing to wash up.
‘Honestly, this redesigned Knight Order uniform really suits him….’
The belt emphasized his waistline just right, making his lean physique all the more striking, while the delicate embroidered buttons and gold accents accentuated the aristocratic and refined aura he naturally possessed.
‘…What a shame.’
Though I disliked his absence during military training, I found myself staring intently at him in uniform, reluctant to let this version of Isidore out of my sight, when he tilted his head.
“…Is there something you want to tell me? Based on my experience, it seems like you’re hiding something I’d find rather troublesome to hear.”
“Eh? Oh, no?”
His sharp observation caught me off guard, and I fumbled awkwardly to deflect.
“I just… the military training must have been really grueling.”
“Do I smell of sweat? I should have washed up first.”
“No, that’s not it. It just seemed like the training period was longer this time than last winter.”
“Yes. To effectively counter high-ranking demons, the existing military training alone isn’t sufficient. We extended the period while experimenting with various formations and tactics.”
“…I see.”
Sweat kept gathering at the nape of my neck, so I fanned myself with my hand, but Isidore stepped closer.
Then he began stroking my ear with his warm hand, and I swallowed hard.
“Did you miss me? I nearly went mad missing you.”
“…Even though you kept appearing with teleportation magic in between….”
As he gazed at me intently, as if trying to imprint me in his eyes, I felt an inexplicable embarrassment and grumbled while looking away.
In truth, every time he appeared during training breaks via teleportation, Isidore would kiss me more intensely than usual before vanishing in an instant.
“Do you know how much I suffered, afraid of being arrested for desertion, unable to see you freely?”
The image of Duke Visconti as a deserter struck me as absurdly funny, and I burst out laughing despite myself. Suddenly, he pulled me into his embrace and claimed my lips with the hunger of a starving beast.
“…Mmph!”
The kiss was so intense and overwhelming that my vision spun.
As my breath caught in my throat and my mind felt like it was melting, he gently bit my lower lip before lifting my body effortlessly.
My back soon found itself against the soft bed sheets, and he settled above me, breathing slowly.
“…Deborah, I still go mad when you smile.”
I stared up at him in a daze, then felt a sudden thirst and swallowed.
“Me too.”
“….”
“Isidore, because of you, my heart always beats far too fast.”
I reached out and gently traced his sharp cheekbones, then slowly ran my fingertips along the contours of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his jawline.
As time passed, Isidore’s beautiful face grew increasingly mature and captivating, stealing my gaze with each passing moment.
But what truly ensnared my attention and seized my heart was the unwavering affection that dwelled in those emerald eyes.
“…Hold me. Isidore.”
As I wrapped my arms around his neck, Isidore’s brow furrowed slightly in apparent conflict, and he offered an ambiguous smile.
“If you say things like that, it’s difficult for me to restrain myself.”
“You don’t have to.”
He swallowed sharply, his urgent hands moving to unfasten the remaining buttons of his uniform, but I impulsively caught his wrist.
“That….”
“?”
“…You don’t have to take that off either….”
“Ah.”
Isidore’s eyes suddenly gleamed with understanding, his gaze narrowing with a fox-like cunning.
“I should have paid closer attention to my wife’s preferences. I’ve been rather dull, haven’t I?”
“…It’s just… there seemed to be so many buttons. It looked troublesome.”
“There are only four buttons remaining, but if that’s your reasoning, so be it.”
As he feigned magnanimity, I felt a petty irritation rise within me. I yanked his black leather belt sharply and bit my lower lip the way he had done moments before.
“If you still have leisure with only four buttons left, it seems you’re not quite at your limit yet.”
“….”
At my words, the amusement dancing in his eyes dimmed slightly.
“Well. As far as I can recall, I’ve never once had the luxury of restraint when it comes to you.”
Isidore whispered the confession softly against my ear, and my fingertips trembled involuntarily.
Soon, his warm lips found my nape. As a melting heat began to consume my body, I felt the world spin and gripped his firm shoulders tightly.
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Snow had fallen throughout the night, and beyond the window bathed in the pale blue light of dawn, the landscape lay pristine white like fresh parchment.
As I gazed out with half-lidded eyes, a firm arm wrapped around my waist.
Isidore’s warm body heat gradually stirred my drowsy consciousness awake.
“Did you sleep well?”
He asked softly, placing a gentle kiss against my nape.
Unlike me, who was utterly exhausted, Isidore’s skin gleamed with vitality and his face was radiant with satisfaction.
‘I’m barely conscious myself.’
“I’m still sleepy…. Thanks to a certain someone who kept me awake until late.”
Feeling petulantly annoyed, I tugged at the tousled golden strands falling across his forehead, and he gazed at me with languid eyes.
“If I recall correctly, it was my fearless wife who provoked me first and insisted on continuing.”
“How can the Duke, who must make cold-headed decisions in all matters, keep falling so easily for provocation?”
“How can I make a cold-headed decision when you’re this beautiful and adorable? I can’t. I’d sooner renounce my title as Duke.”
He whined playfully, rubbing his hair against my shoulder like a large affectionate beast.
I found myself gently stroking his head, but drowsiness crept over me again, and I let out a soft yawn.
“I’ll sing you a lullaby. Go back to sleep.”
He whispered tenderly, offering his arm as a pillow, and I drifted back to sleep with my head resting against his firm chest.
I woke from deep sleep, and the moment my eyes opened, I found myself staring into emerald eyes fixed intently upon me.
Despite the overcast weather, Isidore’s self-luminous face triggered a cascade of serotonin—a sensation of pure contentment.
Still half-drowsy, I gazed at his face with vacant fascination, and Isidore gently rubbed the corner of my eye as he spoke.
“You’ve slept quite long. Aren’t you hungry?”
As if answering his question, my stomach growled audibly, and I bit my lip with a touch of embarrassment.
“I thought as much. You’re always hungry at this hour.”
Isidore chuckled softly and rang the bell. Not long after, a servant entered the room bearing a meal.
“Here, say ‘ah’ for me.”
Isidore spread butter on a piece of bread and moved to feed it to me, and by now accustomed to this, I accepted it without resistance.
The day after completing arduous duties, Isidore had a particular fondness for staying close by my side, attending to my every need and spending the hours thus.
After finishing the meal and taking a light bath, Isidore appeared as if he’d been waiting, comb in hand, and began to slowly brush my hair.
Through the mirror, Isidore’s face appeared utterly delighted, like someone savoring a cherished hobby.
“Nothing in this world is as soft as your hair—except perhaps your skin.”
Speaking such embarrassingly sweet words, Isidore applied a floral-scented oil to the ends of my violet locks, then briefly nuzzled his nose against the silken strands before releasing them.
Seeing him like this, no one could possibly imagine he possessed obsessive tendencies.
“Let me do the same for you.”
When I attempted to brush his golden hair in turn, Isidore’s expression stiffened slightly.
While he enjoyed attending to me with meticulous care, when I attempted to reciprocate, he displayed an uncharacteristic tension.
His hair was short, so it didn’t take long, yet as I brushed, his nape and scalp grew warm to the touch.
As I caressed his flushed nape, I impulsively embraced him from behind, and he drew in a sharp breath.
“…Haa. You’re provoking me again.”
“Duke Visconti. What will you do if you lose your composure like this every time?”
“Deborah, should I truly consider stepping down from the dukedom…?”
“Just hold on until the children have their debutante balls.”
“…Once the children are all grown, I’m abandoning every tedious responsibility and staying by your side all day, so prepare yourself.”
Isidore made what was meant to be a threat in a serious tone, yet it sounded anything but menacing, and I smiled deeply while pulling him closer by the waist.

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