I’m Hunting My Enemy - Chapter 93

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93. Prisoner (4)

“Oh my! Are you here on your honeymoon?”

At the sudden exclamation, Glem and Ryuie turned around.

Normally, they would have been such stunning beauties that one wouldn’t dare approach them, but now their injuries made it easy to strike up a conversation.

Even to the soap merchant who had seen many newlywed couples at this famous honeymoon tourist destination, these two were exceptionally outstanding.

One was unusually a man with long hair, letting his white locks flow down to his knees.

The other had wild, curly black hair cascading to her back, walking with light, cheerful steps.

But both were beauties you might see once in a lifetime, if at all.

‘How did such beauties end up meeting each other so perfectly?’

Inwardly marveling, the soap merchant approached them with an unnecessarily excited feeling.

“But how did you both get injured as a couple? Did you have an accident?”

“Well.”

“A jealous fiancé set fire to our wedding ceremony.”

Ryuie said casually while linking arms.

Glem flinched and quickly pulled his arm away.

“We agreed not to do this in public.”

“Look. My husband is so shy, isn’t he?”

“Oh my, oh my. How lovely! But a fiancé setting fire? What on earth happened?”

“It’s still too painful a wound to talk about.”

Ryuie mimicked such a pitiful expression that the soap merchant made sympathetic sounds.

“Oh, on this beautiful face. Goodness, your skin is so soft too. What do you do for work to be like this?”

“Want to guess?”

Watching Ryuie chat smoothly with the soap merchant, Glem felt troubled once again.

Though they had set a time limit called honeymoon, every time he saw Ryuie openly acting like a married couple, his heart ached.

It was sad yet somehow happy, a scene he didn’t want to lose sight of.

Ryuie naturally rose on her tiptoes toward Glem and whispered in his ear.

“The lady is cute. Should we buy some soap?”

“Why are you so good at this? You don’t even use formal speech normally…”

“When playing, following the rules is basic. Pay attention.”

“…”

Glem also sighed softly and began acting as a loving husband.

“It’s not good for your injured wounds, so you should stop touching them. The healer said not to wash them if possible.”

“Yes. Okay, honey.”

“Oh, wait a moment. Take this. This is good for burn scars.”

“How much is it?”

“Just take it. Newlyweds being so injured. It breaks my heart.”

“Wow. How nice.”

Ryuie smiled brightly and gladly accepted the soap. Then, holding the soap tightly with both hands, she gathered the scent and inhaled.

“It’s iris scent.”

Ryuie smiling while smelling the fragrance was so beautiful that Glem’s throat tightened for a moment.

‘Is it okay to be this happy even though it’s fake?’

Even knowing it was acting and playing, he couldn’t control his heart.

He wanted to embrace her again. To kiss her, to just settle down together.

‘Hold back. We agreed to both act like ordinary Republic citizens here.’

The Republic envoy had asked them to avoid contact as much as possible since touching would reveal their vow if lightning sparked.

Actually, aside from that purpose, it seemed he had deliberately requested it thinking it would be safer for them to stay apart.

Every time burn marks increased on their bodies, the healer would look at them with an expression full of things to say.

Each time, Glem felt terribly embarrassed as if he had become shameless.

In the Empire, a few prayers from the priests would make them disappear without a trace, so he had never been conscious of people’s eyes like this.

Ryuie seemed to rather enjoy people being conscious of them.

Because it could make it more certain that she and Glem were a married couple.

Thinking that way, Glem also secretly found the unhealing wounds endearing.

Because Ryuie’s body was exactly the same as his.

“There!”

The envoy, who had been searching for the two who had briefly disappeared, finally found them and came running.

“Did you buy something again?! Setting aside our budget, there’s no more room in the carriage now.”

“I got it for free. I’ll carry this myself, so don’t worry.”

Ryuie slipped into the carriage.

The envoy, who had agreed to actively cooperate with the two’s affairs but hadn’t known about Ryuie’s spending habits, made an expression begging for restraint.

‘That’s what you get for making bold promises.’

Glem felt sorry but had nothing particular to say since it was self-inflicted.

Perhaps not wanting to be looked down upon by the Empire, the envoy had guaranteed that the Republic would support everything Ryuie usually wore and used.

But even within the Empire, there were barely a handful of people who could keep up with Ryuie’s spending.

The envoy’s complexion grew more ashen day by day under all the ultra-luxury item lists and requirements.

Glem sighed and climbed into the carriage where only the two of them were.

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

“Instead of being subtle, when you properly apologize to me, then I’ll pay instead of sending bills.”

Ryuie leisurely crossed her legs.

“You said the Republic has no king, let alone nobles? Then you shouldn’t act like you can handle it.”

“What they want from us must be that important.”

The carriage began moving again with a rattling sound.

The Republic was more peaceful than expected, making it quite suitable for enjoying a honeymoon. The weather was clear and the people were kind.

Enough to forget that the Empire was currently drenched in endless rain and seething with divine oaths and curses.

Ryuie was swaying with the scent of soap at her nose when her eyes soon turned coldly distant.

“What they’re trying to eliminate for their own safety is our power. We can’t overlook that.”

Divine power is the most formidable and has no match.

The Republic had magic too, but most of it was limited to making necessary magical tools like ordinary workers.

It was strange.

Considering that mages couldn’t properly use their power against priests, it didn’t explain why the Empire had more powerful mages in greater numbers.

The envoy said that was also divine power.

Inexplicable powers lean on other inexplicable powers and grow complementarily.

That would also be the reason why Agatos targets Rkultu.

When fighting for the position of the one true god with another god rather than being born as the sole deity, their power becomes even stronger.

Whether Rkultu or Agatos won, the Republic was bound to become unstable.

“Interesting. Even gods must fight to become stronger. As a born noble, I really can’t understand it.”

“That’s also a rule set by the gods.”

“Right. So all the more reason we shouldn’t eliminate it, don’t you think?”

“But even we couldn’t handle it and had to flee.”

It’s a dangerous power.

Ryuie pressed her hands on her crossed knees.

“We just made some mistakes. If we had done it properly, there would have been no problems.”

“If it were truly safe power, there should be a way to reverse it when mistakes are made.”

“We’re in the process of reversing it, aren’t we?”

Ryuie touched Glem’s neck. His protruding Adam’s apple pressed softly against Ryuie’s fingers.

“You just keep pretending to love me.”

“I do love you.”

“Yes. Just like that.”

Even though he meant it sincerely rather than pretending, Ryuie didn’t take him seriously.

Glem wasn’t afraid that his trembling might be transmitted to Ryuie. The needle-like flashing lightning would interfere anyway.

“Do you find this amusing?”

He actually wanted to ask if it had any meaning.

Ryuie’s eyes turned downward.

“If it weren’t amusing, why would I do this nonsense.”

When they got off the carriage next, Glem was the first to rush in shouting for the largest room for the newlyweds.

The envoy looked embarrassed but had no choice but to hold the basket beside him to quickly usher in Glem, who was picking roses saying he would scatter them on the bed.

Ryuie watched all this commotion with a smiling face.

Picking roses and spraying perfume, like people who didn’t want to show each other any embarrassing sides.

After playing such charades and going in and out, the two always had one or two more burn marks on their bodies.

Still, during those times at least, she didn’t think of Yosua.

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