A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 220

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Special Side Story Episode 3
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“I knew Enrique was learning swordplay from you, but I never realized his skills were that exceptional.”
That night.
I recounted the day’s events at the Academy to Isidore upon his return from military training, and he smiled with evident pride in his eyes.
“As his instructor, I’m quite proud of him.”
“But Enrique isn’t naturally gifted like you—he wasn’t born with a magical swordsman’s constitution. Won’t training in both magic and swordsmanship be too exhausting for him?”
“My student possesses exceptional talent in 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 swordsmanship and magic reach their pinnacle, they ultimately become one.”
I nodded thoughtfully at this new insight, but soon stopped.
Isidore, dressed in his deep navy military uniform, had begun loosening his shoulder boards and buttons—apparently preparing to wash up.
‘Honestly, this redesigned Knight Order uniform suits him far too well.’
The belt emphasized his waist just enough to accentuate his lean, athletic frame, while the intricately patterned buttons and gold accents highlighted the aristocratic, refined aura he naturally possessed.
‘…What a shame.’
Though I disliked his absence during military training, I found myself reluctant to see this uniformed version of him leave, so I gazed at him intently as if to burn the image into my memory. 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 troublesome to hear.”
“Huh? Oh, no?”
At his sharp observation, I reacted nervously like a caught thief, stammering out a clumsy excuse.
“It’s just… the military training must have been really exhausting.”
“Do I smell of sweat? I should have washed up first.”
“No, that’s not it. It’s just that this training period seemed longer than last winter.”
“Yes. To counter high-ranking demons, the existing military training alone is insufficient. We extended the period experimenting with various formations and tactics.”
“…I see.”
Sweat seemed to be forming on the back of my neck, so I fanned myself with my hand, but Isidore stepped closer.
He began rubbing 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 as if to engrave me in his eyes, I felt inexplicably embarrassed and grumbled while looking away.
In truth, every time he appeared during training breaks via teleportation, Isidore had kissed me more roughly than usual before vanishing in an instant.
“Do you know how much I suffered, afraid of being arrested for desertion, unable to see you properly?”
The image of Duke Visconti as a deserter struck me as absurdly funny, and I burst into laughter despite myself. Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms and devoured my lips like a starving beast.
“…Mmph!”
It was a kiss so intense and overwhelming that my vision spun.
As my breath caught in my throat alongside the sensation of my mind 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.
“I do too.”
“….”
“Isidore, because of you, my heart always races too fast.”
I reached out and gently caressed his sharp cheekbones, then slowly traced my fingertips along the contours of his keen 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.
Yet what truly ensnared my attention and seized my heart was the unwavering affection gleaming in those emerald eyes.
“…Hold me. Isidore.”
As I wrapped my arms around his neck, Isidore’s brow furrowed slightly with a strained smile.
“If you say things like that, it’s difficult for me to restrain myself.”
“You don’t have to.”
He swallowed sharply, his eager 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 turning predatory like a fox’s.
“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’s troublesome.”
“There are only four buttons remaining, but if that’s what you prefer…”
As he feigned magnanimity, I felt a petty irritation rise, so I yanked his black leather belt sharply and bit my lower lip the same way he had moments before.
“If you’re saying it’s only four buttons, it seems you still have some composure left.”
“….”
At my words, the amusement dancing in his eyes dimmed slightly.
“Well. As far as I can recall, I’ve never once had composure when it comes to you.”
Isidore whispered the confession softly against my ear, and my fingertips trembled involuntarily.
Soon, his warm lips pressed against the nape of my neck. As a melting heat began to consume my body, I felt dizzy 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 was painted white like blank parchment.
As I gazed outside with half-closed eyes, a firm arm wrapped around my waist.
Isidore’s warm body heat gradually awakened my drowsy consciousness.
“Did you sleep well?”
He asked softly, pressing a light kiss to the nape of my neck.
Unlike me, who was utterly exhausted, Isidore’s skin gleamed with radiance and his face was filled with satisfaction.
‘I’m worn out down to my neck.’
“I’m still sleepy…. Because of a certain someone who kept me awake until late.”
Feeling petty, I tugged at the tousled golden hair above his forehead and complained, causing his eyes to narrow lazily.
“As I recall, it was my fearless wife who provoked me first and kept insisting.”
“If the Duke, who must maintain sound judgment in all matters, keeps falling so easily for provocation, what will become of you?”
“How can I maintain sound judgment when you’re so beautiful and adorable? I can’t. I’d sooner abandon my title as Duke.”
He whined dramatically, rubbing his hair against my shoulder.
Like a large beast seeking affection, I gently stroked his head, but drowsiness crept over me again and I let out a short yawn.
“I’ll sing you a lullaby. Sleep more.”
He whispered tenderly and offered his arm as a pillow, and I drifted back to sleep with my head resting against his firm chest.
I opened my eyes after a deep sleep, and immediately found myself gazing into emerald eyes staring directly at me.
Despite the overcast weather, Isidore’s self-luminous face triggered a surge of serotonin through my veins.
Still half-asleep, I found myself staring blankly at his face with foolish thoughts, when Isidore gently rubbed the corners of my eyes and spoke.
“You’ve slept a long time. Aren’t you hungry?”
As if responding to his words, my stomach growled audibly, and I felt a bit embarrassed, biting my lip.
“I knew it. You’re always hungry at this hour.”
Isidore chuckled and rang the bell. Shortly after, a servant entered the room carrying a meal.
“Come now, say ‘ah.'”
Isidore spread butter on bread and tried to feed it to me, and by now accustomed to this, I accepted it without resistance.
The day after completing arduous duties, Isidore particularly enjoyed staying close by my side, attending to various things and spending time together.
After finishing the meal and a light bath, Isidore appeared as if he’d been waiting, producing a comb and beginning to slowly brush my hair.
Through the mirror, Isidore’s face looked immensely delighted, like someone enjoying a cherished hobby.
“Nothing in this world is as soft as your hair, except perhaps your skin.”
Isidore murmured these embarrassing words, then applied a floral-scented oil to the ends of my long violet hair, briefly nuzzling his nose against it before releasing me.
Seeing him like this, no one would ever imagine he had obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
“Let me do it for you.”
When I attempted to brush his golden hair in turn, Isidore’s lips stiffened slightly.
While he enjoyed attending to me meticulously, when I tried to reciprocate his care, he displayed an uncharacteristic tension.
His hair was short, so it didn’t take long, but as I brushed, the nape of his neck and scalp grew warm to the touch.
As I caressed his flushed nape, I impulsively embraced him tightly from behind, and he swallowed a short breath.
“…Ah. You’re provoking me again.”
“Duke Visconti. What will you do if you can’t maintain such composure every time?”
“Deborah, should I really consider stepping down from the dukedom…?”
“Just hold on until the children have their debutante balls.”
“…Once the children are all grown, I’m telling you now—I’ll abandon all these tedious duties and spend every moment with you.”
Isidore made a threat that sounded entirely unconvincing in his earnest tone, and I smiled deeply while pulling his waist closer.

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