My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 63

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Episode 63
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“Rupert’s coming along too?”
Early morning.
Once Agnes finished preparing for departure and stepped outside, she found Rupert standing with Kesenor in front of the Mansion.
Watching Kesenor’s expression—plainly displeased—Agnes offered Rupert a smile.
“Why? Worried about me?”
“Miss Amy requested it.”
“Amy did?”
“Am I being doubted again?”
At Kesenor’s muttering, Rupert neither denied it nor spoke further.
Gently coaxing the sullen Kesenor, Agnes confirmed whether Rupert could travel with them.
“Can Teleportation move three people at once?”
“It’s no problem.”
Kesenor exhaled deeply and continued.
“Four people would be perfectly manageable. There’s simply a small increase in strain.”
“So Rupert can come along, then.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
Kesenor nodded, his reluctance evident.
‘Going to see Silmare, and now I’m being watched on top of it.’
With Amy’s gift for seeing futures, he couldn’t refuse her request outright.
As Kesenor sighed over his inability to do anything on his own terms, his mind drifted suddenly to what had happened last night.
A chill ran down the back of his neck.
‘No—maybe this is for the best.’
Recalling the image of Agnes, crouched and trembling over having done little more than touch his soft fingers, heat crept up his ears.
Kesenor wanted to avoid repeating yesterday’s impulsive behavior.
Deciding it was best to be careful not to be left alone with her, he activated Teleportation.
The southwestern continent: the Asmarin Kingdom.
To the north lay the treacherous Flame Mountain Range, and its southern territories stretched long and were almost entirely surrounded by azure sea.
By land, the mountain passes were narrow and perilous, so goods naturally traveled by ship.
Maritime skills had developed accordingly, and seafood from Asmarin was so renowned that even in Kavas, the capital of the Empire, it was preserved by Magic for transport.
Agnes’s knowledge of Asmarin extended only to what she’d learned from books.
Above all, traveling by Teleportation was a first for her.
In that golden space where nothing was visible, a completely different world suddenly unfolds.
Before her vision fully returned, Agnes felt the crash and roar of waves, and a strange, salty smell pierced her nostrils.
Simultaneously, a wind tinged with salt spray struck her with force, as if to sweep her clean away.
Soon, taking in the landscape that spread before her eyes, Agnes let out a soft gasp of wonder.
There was the sea.
She had thought the Karun River, which flowed through the Laberose Territory to Kalburn City, was vast beyond measure, but it bore no comparison to the ocean.
Her entire field of vision was blue—half sky, half sea.
Over the water’s surface, brilliant sunlight lingered and glittered so brightly it hurt to look at.
Thrilled by the sight, Agnes spread her arms wide, surrendering to the wind that rushed toward her.
“Finally I can tell Amy I saw the sea!”
“Miss Amy was so eager to see the ocean that she practically bounced with excitement. I wish she could have seen it herself.”
“Really?”
“She even went swimming on Talbas—the island of the dark fey, you know. In the shallows, it was manageable.”
“She did? I’m glad. I worried the journey might be hard on her, but it sounds like she had some joy along the way.”
Moving quickly to search for Silmare, Kesenor walked ahead.
He had thought Rupert’s company would not be unwelcome, but Kesenor was only now realizing that judgment had been premature.
Behind him, the conversation never ceased.
‘They said they’d been together since birth.’
If that were so, talking would be as natural and essential to the two of them as breathing.
As a result, there was no opening for Kesenor to wedge himself into.
Old memories wove through their remarks, and they jumped to recent topics with sudden swiftness.
In short, it went something like this:
People recounting something from Amy’s childhood would suddenly notice each other’s state and respond accordingly—
“You must be tired. Should I go ahead and search for her?”
“No. I need to go myself. You’ve already come so far because of me.”
“You’re thirsty, aren’t you? I’ll fetch water from that house.”
That last part, at least, was welcome to hear.
Without realizing it, Rupert’s gaze fixed on Kesenor with eyes both deep and composed.
Kesenor met his stare and grinned wickedly.
“Bring some simple food for breakfast.”
With that, he tossed a Gold Coin to him.
He’d meant to provoke him, but Rupert caught it as though the request were perfectly natural.
Only after checking where Agnes should sit did he leave.
Agnes turned to Kesenor then.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Do I look it?”
“Not at all. You seem fine. Does Magic not exhaust you?”
“You consider this much effort?”
With a shrug, Kesenor conjured a Map to check their direction.
As he moved his hand back and forth, the region marked by the red dot enlarged.
“Wow, you can see it in such detail?”
“My abilities are quite remarkable.”
Kesenor boasted without a hint of modesty, pointing to a specific location.
“At this distance, it should take about thirty minutes on foot.”
“It seems difficult to land directly in front even with Teleportation.”
“It’s possible if I’ve visited the area before, but if there are obstacles or people where I land, it could be disastrous.”
“I see.”
“I have no such concerns, but such cases do happen often in reality. Unskilled Mages landing in dangerous places and injuring themselves—or dying.”
“So that’s why you limit the number of people?”
“When there’s an urgent matter, quite a few can attempt it, but there’s no need for such reckless adventure otherwise.”
“True. If that were possible, we wouldn’t need horses or ships at all.”
Agnes pulled a hair band from her bag, annoyed by how the wind kept whipping her hair about.
Kesenor watched quietly as she gathered it with both hands and tied it up.
Interpreting his gaze in another way, Agnes’s brow furrowed.
“Do I look that disheveled?”
“Do your fingers usually tickle that much?”
“Pardon?”
Caught off guard by an unexpected question, Agnes blinked before realizing he was alluding to what had happened last night, and her eyes sharpened.
“How can they not when you’re tickling my fingers?”
“I don’t think mine would.”
“Well then, let me see. Give me your hand.”
Kesenor readily extended his hand, but as Agnes took it to tickle him, the gesture felt strangely awkward and she hesitated.
“Aren’t you going to?”
Though they’d grown close, they weren’t children, and fidgeting with his hand felt terribly improper.
“No, I just…….”
Feeling the act was beneath her dignity, Agnes slowly withdrew her hand.
Just as she felt a pang of loss at the soft sensation slipping away, Rupert returned.
“What were you discussing?”
“Ah.”
Rupert’s casual tone suggested genuine curiosity, but Kesenor caught the subtle shift in his demeanor immediately.
His gem-like eyes glinted with meaning as he watched Rupert offer bread to Agnes.
“You.”
“This is for you, sir.”
Without taking the bread, Kesenor posed his question first.
“How much could you hear?”
Rupert’s lips curved upward slightly, and he answered with perfect courtesy.
“Only as much as you would be capable of hearing yourself, I imagine.”
“Hm.”
He’d let his guard down because Silmare wasn’t here.
His room wasn’t far from Amy’s.
Of course, he couldn’t have caught every subtle movement, but that meant he’d heard every word of his conversation with Agnes yesterday.
“So that’s why you came along.”
“One might say so.”
“What do you mean?”
Only Agnes looked bewildered, her eyes wide.
The two men smiled knowingly at each other.
“Nothing at all, miss.”
“You needn’t concern yourself, Agnes.”
Though suspicious glances continued to pass between the two of them, finding Silmare took precedence, so Agnes pressed the matter no further and set out once more.
Inland from the coast, beyond a rolling hill, a small forest came into view.
Before it stood a cottage, solitary and still.
Silmare was there.
He stood waiting, as though he had known all along that Agnes would come.
He looked exactly as he had when they parted.
Beneath the sunlight, his fine silver hair gleamed, and the white jacket that clung to his slender frame—tailored like a frock coat—shimmered with a soft, luminous quality.
Against the green meadow and unfamiliar landscape, he seemed to be encircled by light itself.
And this man, radiant with beauty, looked only at Agnes.
“To meet you here, of all places.”
A soft breath of wonder escaped him as Silmare drew near.
“Or perhaps I’m dreaming.”

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