“It’s late, so let’s eat first. What do you wish to eat?”

Damia requested. When she requested him for his opinion, he realized that Damia was surprisingly candy to him at this time.

Possibly she was sorry for being late, or possibly there was another motive. However years of expertise with ladies made him discover.

Because of this, Akkard didn’t ask silly questions like, ‘Why are you so form at this time?’ As a substitute, he proposed in a way more caring voice than typical.

“There’s a restaurant round right here that has scrumptious steak. What do you assume?”

Damia agreed.

***

It was a peaceable night like by no means earlier than.

Consuming with one another, sharing critiques concerning the menu, and exchanging day by day tales. The issues which are widespread in relationships Damia and Akkard had by no means completed earlier than.

Within the first place, nobody anticipated this relationship to final this lengthy.

“The steak was mouthwatering,”

Damia, who was stuffed with satisfaction, stated with a happy expression. When Akkard noticed that face, he was drenched in achievement, as if he would have been full even when he didn’t eat.

“It’s my favourite place. I’m glad you preferred it.”

Damia was a little bit bewildered. As a result of, Akkard gazing at her with a smooth smile, appeared so comfortable.

Damia, not wanting her coronary heart to weaken, instantly appeared away coldly. She then adopted up on her request that she had written about prematurely by letter.

“… … What I requested you to do— did you occur to seek out out…?”

Then Akkard nodded and rapidly handed her a bunch of papers. If he hadn’t met her, he would have despatched it to her by mail, however he felt lucky to have the ability to give it to her straight.

After Damia obtained it, she stated,

“Thanks. It was one thing that was tough to get within the North.”

What she requested Akkard for was an investigation into the previous of her stepmother Noella.

Noella’s deceased ex-husband was not a northerner, so there have been limits to her investigating her stepmother herself. Akkard requested,

“However the place are you planning to make use of this materials?”

Damia thought for a second. And she or he spoke frankly.

“I believe my stepmother had one thing to do with the Saint.”

As quickly as she stated she would meet alone with Callistea, Akkard’s eyes grew critical. He spoke cautiously, making an attempt to not seem to be he dared to lecture Damia.

“You don’t know what the Saint is planning, Damia,”

Akkard added, considering as she rubbed his manly jawline.

“Though she is seemingly docile and innocent on the surface, it’s these sorts that really spawn probably the most harmful snake inside.”

Damia agreed together with his comment. Having already skilled Cesare, she was decided to be vigilant.

“However you’ll assist me, proper?”

Attempting to ventilate the heavy environment, Damia threw in a remark. Akkard’s purple eyes widened, then he smiled with deepening eyes.

“In fact.”

He reached out and gingerly touched the again of her hand very gently, as if treasured.

“I promised you that I’d defend you and maintain you protected.”

His gaze grew to become decided as he recalled his oath to Damia, who was trembling with nervousness at some point. The second Akkard noticed Damia mendacity nonetheless within the warehouse, he remembered how his coronary heart fell.

Due to this fact, she didn’t understand how grateful he was to have Damia seek the advice of with him prematurely. It’s like… … .

‘—It’s like she trusts me.’

There was a sensation of a hen flapping its wings inside his chest. Damia lowered her gaze and smiled barely at his phrases that he would defend her.

“Thanks for saying that.”

The smile that bloomed calmly on her face, appeared in his coronary heart in full bloom and uncontrolled. For the primary time since their relationship went awry there was a peaceful environment between them.

Akkard’s coronary heart tickled, looking at her face softly. His want to ask a query simmered as he watched her face that donned a brighter complexion than typical.

‘Do you consider me now? That I… … The truth that I really like you.’

He could be content material being the bottom slave if he might keep by her facet. Day-after-day he would take off her muddy boots and kiss her ft with infinite gratitude.

As is commonly the case with males in love, Akkard’s coronary heart was already working far forward. He was falling head over heels on the velocity he was going.

“… … Damia.”

Akkard gathered all his mortal power to his final braveness and took her hand. At one time, he had pushed towards it and brashly coveted her, and now simply holding her fingertips made him nervous, and his abdomen churned.