nately Desian had no response.
He seemed completely insensitive to others’ suffering.
He was looking at Citrina with the same eyes as Aaron, but the attitude was completely different.
‘The first story was a failure.
Then let’s go to a different tactic.’
Citrina chewed on her lip until it was about to bleed.
At that moment he spoke.
“The blood, it’s about to drip.”
It was clear where his eyes were focused.
It was on her blood-colored lips.
Citrina relaxed her lips as if she were possessed.
Desian relaxed and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
“Yes, thank you.”
‘I don’t know if he is smiling because of the blood or he is worried because I’m sick.
I hope it’s the latter, but there are many possibilities…….’
Citrina recalled the touch around her eye.
It baffled her thinking about that moment.
Then Aaron, who had been listening silently during their talk, broke the silence.
“Citrina, aren’t there any more stories to tell us?”
“Ah! Yes, I have some.”
“Then tell us a story!”

She began to tell them a fairy tale she had prepared for this evening.
Aaron’s eyes began to gradually sparkle.
“…then the prince in the beautiful tower who was virtuous but cursed and the wonderful princess lived happily ever after.”
Silence fell after Aaron spoke.
Citrina tried to gauge Desian’s reaction.
Desian was still languid and expressionless.
“The princess who found the cursed prince……..”
Aaron didn’t seem to be able to get over the rumors that he was cursed.
He focused on the word ‘curse’.
Was that why? Unlike Desian, Aaron looked really impressed.

“It’s so romantic.”
Aaron’s dreamy gaze turned to her.
“Then, Citrina.”
“Are you the princess who came for us?”
“… No.
There is a different princess.”
Aaron’s princess was Elaina Foluin.
Aaron, who did not know the future, looked at her and asked.
“Can’t Citrina be our princess?”
I am going to be a boss.”
She had ambition.
“Aaron nim is not cursed.
So this story had nothing to do with us.”
Citrina chuckled.
Aaron blushed at her.
Aaron was definitely like the male lead in a romance novel.
However, the target of Citrina’s story was not Aaron.
“Anyway, there’s a lesson to this story.
You should live a good life.”
“Then if you live a good life, will a princess come to you?”
“Of course.”
Aaron thought it over and burst out.
“Then does Citrina like nice people?”
There is no one in the world who hates good people.”
Citrina stretched her mouth into a forced grin.
Acting is…harder than she had thought.
Aaron smiled and continued.
“Then tell us about your ideal type, Citrina! Are they a nice, sweet person?”
A nice and sweet person is good.
But my ideal type……..”
‘I can’t say what my ideal type is because I don’t have one.’
Citrina opened her mouth.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t say ‘I don’t have an ideal type’ firmly.
“Yeah, what is your ideal type?”
Aaron looked at her with those sparkling, whimsical eyes.
She couldn’t give him a blunt answer, which seemed like it would break his romanticism.
…those sparkling eyes reminded her of her old puppy, Spring.
She always felt weak in front of cute and lovely things.

“It’s a man who can protect me.
Like a black knight.
Saving me from death and helping me- that type of person.”
To be more accurate, it was a supportive man who would save her from death, would help her achieve her dreams, and make lots of money.
To be honest, not many people like this exist.
‘I need to protect my body.’
In other words, Citrina was emphasizing both offense and defense votes.
“Oh, cool! You will definitely meet.”
However, Aaron who had never dreamed that Citrina was trying to cover all of her bases, clapped quietly.
“A friendly and kind man who can protect you?”
Desian murmured very softly.
It was an unfamiliar tone that seemed to have more life in it than usual.
Aaron was the only one who heard Desian’s voice.
Aaron turned to Desian and grinned.
“I hope my older brother has an great ideal type as well.”
“I hope so too.”
‘Cause that will help with Desian’s rehabilitation.’

After Citrina responded, the drawing room became quiet.
After that, Citrina told one of the other stories she had prepared for the evening.
That story ended roughly like this.
“…and so the virtuous warrior succeeded, becoming stronger and handsome.”
“What if he was weak and moral? Is it possible he could still succeed?”
Aaron was constantly impressed by her words.
‘As a matter of fact, according to the story, he had to be strong…..’
Citrina glanced at Desian’s expressionless face and replied, nodding vigorously.
If you are nice, society will accept you.”
“Then I will just have to be nice.”
Aaron replied energetically.
‘It feels like something went wrong.
Am I misunderstanding something?’
It felt as though the male protagonist who was originally good, became endlessly good.
Desian, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking of something, but he did not seem impressed by her words.
Now Citrina had to admit it.
Storytelling hadn’t helped with the rehabilitation at all!

‘Should I show you have people actually live?’
Desian hadn’t met many people yet.
If he met a lot of good people, he would think differently.
Today she had failed, but she could look for another way tomorrow.
But she had learned that this method did not work.
It wasn’t a bad harvest.
The atmosphere continued for a while.
It was night when the long story ended.
On that slightly humid summer night, the wind blew endlessly through the open windows.
Crickets chirped outside.
They leaned on the padded chairs and swapped friendly stories with one another.
Memories piled up one by one.

The wind blew through the drawing room and Aaron spoke in a sing-songy voice.
“I’m the happiest person in the world right now.”
She knew he was having fun, she did not think it was the best in the world.
While she was living in this world, she felt removed from them, which left her a bit embarrassed.
“Yup! Citrina, Brother, are you happy too?”
No one responded to the question.
Desian deflected Aaron’s gaze.
There was only one person in his view- Citrina.
The gaze contained more curiosity, interest, and obsession than before.
But since she did not notice, she closed her eyes and felt the wind blow through the drawing room.
Citrina had become ‘friends’ with Aaron and Desian as she had hoped.
It would take more time to make Desian good, but it was a friendly day with a strange air.
Fortunately, everything was peaceful.
Except for one thing.

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