The Wind Calms the Fire - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37
“Why have you been awake all this time?”
“I wasn’t. I woke up, and then…”
“Did you sense my arrival?”
“Not exactly, but I probably did sense something.”
Lea added to her answer, uncertain of herself.
“It happens sometimes. Whether it’s something good or bad, I can just feel it.”
“Is that also an ability granted by the Spirit?”
Lea shook her head.
It was different from Spirit’s Warning.
It could be the heightened sensitivity she’d developed while fleeing for her life in her previous existence, or perhaps a faint trace of Foresight inherited from the Ancient Kingdom Priest Lineage.
Thanks to this ability, she had narrowly escaped danger several times in her past life.
“Why did you come at this hour? It doesn’t feel like coincidence that the Spirit went berserk just then.”
“I’m not entirely sure myself. But just now, for the first time, I did something like communion with the Spirit.”
“Tell me in detail.”
Lea’s eyes gleamed as she leaned in closer to him.
His brow twitched slightly. Despite what he’d just done, he was pleased that she didn’t pull away.
Carrion explained the phenomena that had been occurring in his body since the Imperial Palace until now.
Yet he wasn’t entirely honest.
The berserk had calmed during the kiss, but he couldn’t mention that carnal desire had raged in its place.
As Lea listened to his account, her expression shifted moment by moment.
‘What is this?’
The Wind Spirit and the Fire Spirit seemed distinctly different.
‘It’s willful. Stubborn too. The communion did begin, but…’
“Have you ever tried something like this before? Speaking to the Spirit?”
“If I’d done something like that, I would’ve walked straight into the Monastery of my own accord.”
“Into the Monastery?”
“Because I’d be mad.”
“You don’t want to speak with the Spirit?”
“If I must do it to survive, then I’ll do it. What choice do I have?”
Lea let out a soft laugh.
‘I think I understand what’s causing the seizures.’
The Awakened One had no intention of communicating with the Spirit at all, so the Spirit had tried to assert its presence.
That attempt had manifested as these convulsive symptoms.
‘His proposal to make a bargain became the key to communication.’
He continued to curse the anomalies in his body.
But this meant he had finally acknowledged the Spirit’s existence.
‘Could Incomplete Awakening mean something like this?’
Even Nela didn’t know the precise meaning of Incomplete Awakening.
She only had ancient records stating that incomplete awakening leads to the Spirit’s rampage and death.
If Incomplete Awakening meant the case where an Awakened One fails to acknowledge and accept the Spirit itself…
‘The Fire Spirit has surprising patience, doesn’t it?’
In her past life, he must have never achieved communion with the Spirit.
Yet he did not die from the Spirit’s rampage.
From the moment he first awakened at ten years old, the Spirit had endured it all.
Guilt pricked at her heart.
She had been the trigger for his Spirit’s rampage.
“You mentioned you experienced the symptoms for the first time at ten years old.”
“That’s correct.”
“Was there a turning point when the intervals decreased from every few days to once a month?”
“A turning point… I’m not sure. I simply thought my body adapted as I grew older.”
Lea realized something crucial, and goosebumps erupted across her entire body.
She had heard him say he awakened at “ten years old” that dawn in his bedroom on the day the forest fire broke out.
He hadn’t forgotten that day, had he?
She threw out a confirmation question, just to be certain.
“Your Highness. I heard you mention the age of ten directly from you.”
“I know.”
“Do you remember when you told me that?”
“It was the dawn the forest fire broke out.”
“In the forest…? Is that what you mean?”
“After I came back from the forest, my bedroom…….”
“You said you didn’t remember!”
Carrion flinched. It was the first time she had ever raised her voice so loudly.
“……What are you talking about?”
“At dawn—no, just get out. I think we’ve said everything important. Come back when it’s light. Go, now!”
Lea struck him wherever her fists could reach—his shoulders, his chest, his hands.
Carrion cowered as though her blows, which barely hurt at all, were unbearable, and rose to his feet.
Lea flung open the balcony doors and shoved him forcefully outside.
Carrion yielded to her push and was driven out onto the balcony without resistance.
“Princess.”
Before he could speak another word, the balcony doors slammed shut with a sharp click, and the curtains snapped closed behind them.
Carrion stood dumbfounded before the closed doors, motionless.
‘What mistake did I make?’
If it were because of what he’d done to her, she would have been angry long ago. It wasn’t that.
As he traced back through their conversation, he muttered softly, “Ah.”
‘She thought I couldn’t remember.’
He recalled her calm reaction when he’d visited that night, and the words she’d spoken.
“Nothing happened except what you remember. It wasn’t a great mistake.”
‘So that’s what she meant.’
Judging by her startled reaction just now, the events of that dawn were far from trivial to her.
She had simply feigned ignorance.
Carrion leaned against the railing, keeping his distance from the window, and shook silently with laughter, his shoulders trembling.
Even if he’d done something far worse that night, she would have shown such remarkable generosity—yet she reacted so dramatically to something so slight.
How adorable and lovely she was; his heart felt it would tickle from within.
After stifling his laughter, he exhaled a long sigh and dropped his head.
His trousers were bound impossibly tight.
Everything felt ready to burst forth, and he doubted it would subside on its own.
And there was nowhere for him to go. He wouldn’t be able to return to the Imperial Palace until after sunrise tomorrow.
Carrion jumped down from the balcony and looked around. Luke was nowhere to be seen.
‘Where did that fool go?’
Luke had assumed Carrion wouldn’t be leaving the princess’s bedroom anytime soon.
Since he was already out for the night, he’d decided to revisit old memories at the Night Market.
‘Just as well.’
Carrion circled around the Mansion and knocked on the front entrance.
A servant emerged moments later, eyes widening in surprise.
“Your… Your Highness?”
“Keep quiet about it. I’ll be using the Public Bath House, so make sure no one comes near it. Though I doubt anyone would be using it at this hour anyway.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Bring towels to the door. I’ll be leaving early in the morning.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Carrion headed toward the Public Bath House.
The Public Bath House was a communal bathhouse he’d had constructed shortly after purchasing the Mansion, converting part of the outer grounds.
Since he trained and sparred with his knights almost daily, everyone needed facilities to wash away sweat quickly.
So he’d installed a massive water tank, drawn long pipes from it with small perforations drilled densely into the ends, and hung several Bronze Water Basins at the end of each.
When you pulled the handle, water would rain down from the holes of the basin overhead, allowing you to wash your body swiftly.
He entered the empty Public Bath House, stripped off all his clothes, and tossed them carelessly to one side.
Even after removing his clothes, the heat in his body would not subside easily.
With each step, he felt heat radiating from his head to his toes, and he released a heavy sigh.
He stood beneath the basin in the innermost partition to keep his clothes dry, then pulled the handle.
Water so cold it shocked him awake came pouring down.
Yet his body’s heat remained.
As he lowered his head in shame and self-disgust, it became clear that cold water would have no effect.
“Hah…….”
He felt there was no helping it.
He too resorted to masturbation out of physiological necessity.
It had never been more than that.
A physical act, mindless and empty—that was all it was.
But this time was different. He couldn’t empty his mind.
The sensation of her lips, how he’d bitten and rubbed them, came back to him. Her small sighs echoed in his ears.
The moment he thought of her, her sweet scent seemed to vibrate through his nostrils, drowning him.
His breathing came ragged and shallow.
He remembered what his hands had touched.
Beneath the thin nightgown, her body had been soft and fragrant.
He wondered how skin could be so delicate on someone like himself.
While sating his hunger, he had been utterly intoxicated.
What had just happened replayed endlessly in his mind.
The heat kept building his fervor higher still.
As the world tilted beneath him, Carrion exhaled deeply.
“Ahh…….”
It surpassed everything he had ever known.

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