If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 52

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Chapter 53

 

Even though I had slept soundly after falling asleep in the afternoon, it was still dawn when I woke up.

 

I hadn’t been injured in the first place, just mentally exhausted, so my body felt quite light.

 

‘Being like this makes everything that happened yesterday afternoon feel like a dream.’

 

I thought as I tossed and turned, trying to fall back asleep.

 

My familiar room and the cozy blanket that smelled of sunshine gradually brought back drowsiness.

 

However, the moment I closed my eyes, I saw visions of flames gradually approaching me.

 

“Ugh.”

 

I groaned and opened my eyes wide.

 

It would probably get better in a few days, but it seemed the mental shock still lingered.

 

I cleanly gave up on going back to sleep.

 

I was just tossing and turning, planning to endure until sunrise, when now I began to see visions of flames flickering even without closing my eyes.

 

When I saw visions of terrified Merlin and unconscious Leonhardt as well, I bolted upright from the bed.

 

‘Both of them are really okay, right?’

 

My parents said they were fine, but… what if that was just my dream…

 

Overwhelmed by sudden anxiety, I paced frantically around my room before bursting out and opening the door.

 

‘I’m just going to check and come back.’

 

Of course, the place I was heading to was Leonhardt’s room.

 

‘It would be rude to visit Merlin at this hour.’

 

Walking through the dark corridor to reach Leonhardt’s room, I found him sleeping since it was so late.

 

“He looks fine, well.”

 

I deliberately spoke aloud to reassure myself, then turned around.

 

‘But is he really fine? He looked a bit pale.’

 

His skin was originally fair, but whether it was an optical illusion caused by the moonlight or if he was really sick, Leonhardt’s complexion seemed particularly pale.

 

‘He did cough up blood earlier.’

 

I stealthily approached the bed where Leonhardt was lying.

 

At first he had grimaced, calling it childish taste, but now apparently adapted, Leonhardt was sleeping while tightly hugging a rabbit doll. I placed my hand on his cheek.

 

His skin was warm, indicating he was sleeping well.

 

‘His body temperature is normal and his complexion looks fine now that I look again…’

 

Just as I had confirmed Leonhardt’s condition enough to feel reassured and was about to return to my room.

 

“Miela?”

 

Leonhardt rubbed his cheek against my hand like a sleepy child and slowly opened his eyes.

 

“Oh, oh. You’re awake?”

 

Though I had been careless, I hadn’t intended to wake the sleeping child, so I answered awkwardly.

 

Leonhardt, blinking slowly with a gentle face devoid of his usual sharp demeanor, asked playfully.

 

“Weren’t you trying to wake me up?”

 

“Well… Sorry.”

 

Even I thought I had been somewhat careless, so I trailed off and apologized. Leonhardt roughly arranged his disheveled hair with his fingers and sat up.

 

“What’s there to be sorry about. But what’s going on at this hour?”

 

It would have felt prickly on a normal day, but because he was still drowsy, his slow tone felt relatively gentle.

 

Thanks to that, my reaction was also milder than usual.

 

“I woke up, and I was worried about whether you were okay.”

 

In fact, excluding Conrad and Kairon, Leonhardt had suffered the most serious injuries in this incident.

 

Leonhardt, who was subtly prideful, smiled lazily and answered.

 

“I’m fine, of course.”

 

His attitude was light, as if asking whether he would have collapsed from something like that.

 

However, his soft face, which made expressions easier to read, allowed me to quickly see through Leonhardt’s bravado.

 

‘You’re not fine at all.’

 

Regardless of who was responsible, it was an incident that occurred at the House of Duke Roderick.

 

My parents had paid enormous donations to summon priests and had famous physicians from the capital visit as well.

 

‘This is the kind of setup that could save someone barely clinging to life.’

 

Yet they said he needed to rest for several days.

 

There was no way he could be as fine as he appeared.

 

I narrowed my eyes and scolded Leonhardt.

 

“Does someone who’s fine cough up blood and faint?”

 

“That was unavoidable because I used my ability when my body was like this…”

 

Leonhardt pointed at his body, which was barely over a meter tall, looking wronged.

 

“If your body became smaller, you should act accordingly!”

 

Acting the same way as when he was an adult would overload his smaller body and cause problems.

 

As a knight, Leonhardt had a better understanding of the human body than I did, so there was no way he didn’t know this fact.

 

‘He knows but just treats it roughly anyway.’

 

It was the same in the first round when he accomplished at age four what should have been awakening at age nine.

 

Divine Blood, that is, awakening the divine power flowing through one’s bloodline, was said to place tremendous burden on the human body.

 

Because of this, the time for awakening Divine Blood was at minimum the mid-to-late teens.

 

Awakening Divine Blood at age nine in the first round was already a shocking record, but this time it was at age four.

 

‘Even if they call it sacred blood born from the union of gods and humans, after passing down through generations, we’re basically human now, aren’t we?’

 

Even if awakening happened early by chance, the safe choice was not to use it until the body had grown sufficiently.

 

In fact, considering how reckless what Leonhardt had done was, it was fortunate it ended with just this much.

 

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and my scolding grew more intense.

 

“You could have been in serious trouble not because of the fire, but from overusing your ability!”

 

But Leonhardt still didn’t obediently reflect on his actions.

 

“In that situation, that was the best option.”

 

I hated this attitude of Leonhardt’s.

 

This dry attitude of using even himself as a means to an end.

 

‘In the past, I would have just gotten angry without knowing exactly why I felt bad and stormed off.’

 

Fortunately, now I knew where this anger stemmed from.

 

‘I hate it when someone precious to me treats himself roughly.’

 

I wanted to take this opportunity to fix Leonhardt’s bad habit.

 

‘This should work.’

 

You need to have some empathy to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, don’t you?

 

With concern, I asked Leonhardt.

 

“Then if I had been the one with the ability in the same situation, would you have told me to do the same thing?”

 

Usually it was the opposite, but Leonhardt tended to be stricter with himself, so I believed the answer would change if I reversed the situation.

 

I had prepared words to make Leonhardt understand using this contradiction once he said that wouldn’t be right.

 

But Leonhardt’s reaction was much more intense than I had expected.

 

“That would never happen.”

 

Leonhardt answered with a coldly hardened expression, as if he had suffered some serious insult.

 

The atmosphere instantly became chilly.

 

‘Here he goes again.’

 

Rather than arguing about this being another case of “it’s okay for you but not for me,” I thought of a more efficient method.

 

“Really? Then how about this? If you do it, I’ll do it too.”

 

When I spoke with stubborn determination that wouldn’t allow even a needle to penetrate, Leonhardt became greatly flustered.

 

I could feel worry and confusion in his wildly shaking gaze.

 

After a long while, Leonhardt, having reached a conclusion, spoke carefully.

 

“I won’t do it again.”

 

It was the obedient surrender of Leonhardt, who was about three times more stubborn than me.

 

‘This actually worked?’

 

Somewhat flustered by the answer that came back too easily, I remained silent with my expression still hardened.

 

Then Leonhardt became even more restless, watching my mood.

 

“Miela.”

 

He keeps calling my name pleadingly.

 

“I said I wouldn’t do that.”

 

He keeps hovering around trying to make eye contact with me.

 

It was funny how he seriously worried that I, who had no abilities, would get hurt from forcibly using powers, so I let out a small laugh.

 

Leonhardt finally looked relieved after catching my smile.

 

“Ahem.”

 

I quickly hardened my expression again and spoke in a stern voice.

 

“I wasn’t joking. So you keep your promise too.”

 

Leonhardt nodded with a serious face, then flinched.

 

“…But.”

 

“But what?”

 

Leonhardt hesitated for a long time as people usually do before bringing up difficult topics, then opened his mouth.

 

“Well, it seems like I’ll have to use the ability one more time.”

 

‘Didn’t we just come to an agreement?’

 

I wondered what he was trying to pull, but decided to hear him out to the end and gestured with my eyes, so Leonhardt carefully continued.

 

“I told the Duke that you awakened your ability. We agreed that once your body recovers, you’ll receive official recognition of your Divine Blood manifestation at the Temple.”

 

“What? Are you out of your mind?”

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