Feeling the scent of blood from Renato, Khalid frowned. He hurriedly looked at Renatoâs face. He looked a bit tired, but he didnât seem to be sick or injured.
ââŚâŚâ
Khalid looked down at Renato, his eyes stiff. There were several times in the past that he briefly smelled blood from Renato just like now. He first noticed it when coming to the Princeâs Palace after hearing that Renato had collapsed. The same thing happened twice more after that.
âMarquis Medus is drawing your blood? And it has already been several years?â
âYes, about once a monthâŚâŚ Thatâs the reason for the wound inside my elbow that you saw, your highness.â
âEven if you used to, why do you continue to cooperate with them now?â
âBecause they still donât know that I have turned my back on them. I canât refuse them now since I want to deceive them. And the palace where I live is under His Majesty the Empressâ influenceâŚâŚ If Iâm suspected, I may not be able to do anything.â
âHmm.â
âAnd I also aim to gather evidence to attack the Marquis. Iâve been keeping a steady record of blood drawsâŚâŚâ
âI understand. So how long do you plan on doing that?â
âOnly until Iâm engaged to you, your highness. After getting engaged in the kingdom and returning to the Empire, we have to start preparing for the wedding right away, right? The Marquis wonât touch me during that time, as a blood draw leaves traces for at least two days. After marriage, I will be given the Archduke title and stay outside the Imperial Palace, so I can use various excuses to avoid it.â
âSo it means until we leave for the kingdom. I understand. Then letâs get engaged as soon as possible.â
He certainly said that, so why? Khalid squinted his eyes, recalling his talk to Renato about blood draws. Thinking that Renato wouldnât have his blood drawn anymore now that they had come to the kingdom, he couldnât understand just why this was happening.
Feeling complicated, Khalid cautiously moved his hand. If Renatoâs blood was drawn, there would be a mark on his arm. So he needed to check that out first. He could ask Renato later.
ââŚâŚYour, highness?â
As Khalid reached out to check if there were any traces on Renatoâs arm, he could hear a small voice. Renato was awake.
âHave you returned?â
Seeing Khalid looking down at him, Renato rubbed his eyes. Then he slowly closed his eyes and opened them again. His sleepy eyes regained focus little by little. As a result, his blurred vision also gradually became clearer.
The light purple eyes that only reflected Khalid were filled with delight. Not fully awake yet, Renato sat up with a disheveled face. Then, seeing Khalidâs unusual expression, he froze.
âWhatâs wrong? Did anything bad happenâŚâŚâ
âThatâs supposed to be my question. What happened?â
âPardon?â
âI mean this.â
Without giving time for Renato to do anything, Khalid grabbed his wrist and pulled his sleeve up. Then, the pure white arm was revealed in the dark. Seeing the bruise and needle mark left on Renatoâs elbow, Khalid contorted his forehead.
âWho did this? Did Marquis Medus send anyone?â
The manâs sharp eyes piercingly stared at the dark red bruise on the pale skin. There were a few people from Marquis Medusâ side in the imperial delegation coming here with Renato. However, they werenât doctors. In that case, this wound was likely to be inflicted by Renato himself. Khalid asked Renato, hoping that his reasoning was wrong.
âNo, I asked Sir Baikal to do this.â
âYour Imperial Highness did? Why?â
âI couldnât help it, because this was necessaryâŚâŚâ
âWhat is necessary?â
âI mean the plan I said before. I told you that I will take away the nobles making deals with Marquis Medus.â
âWhat does this have to do with it?â
âBecause I have to replicate the Snakeâs Breath if I want to use them to get evidence and testimoniesâŚâŚâ
Renatoâs shoulders shrank at the continued questioning. Khalid obviously seemed to be in a bad mood. To be precise, the man seemed angry with him.
Is this something to be so angry about?
Pondering the cause of Khalidâs anger, Renato realized he had not told him the details of his plan.
But there was a reason why he couldnât elaborate on it back then. He only had a rough outline of his plan, and he didnât know if he could get the Snakeâs Breath from the Marquis. After that, he was so busy with hypnosis treatment and the engagement ceremony that he missed the right time to talk. Dejected, Renato continued to mumble.
âEven Marquis Medus canât escape from the crime of using imperial blood for personal use. If itâs known that the Snakeâs Breathâs ingredient was fairy blood, everyone who took the medicine he made would be punished as an accomplice, regardless of whether they knew or not.â
No matter if they were indebted to Marquis Medus or had their weaknesses grasped by him, the most important thing to a person is ultimately their own well-being. When finding out that the medicine taken by themselves or their precious ones like family members or lovers was made with Renatoâs blood, the nobles trading with Marquis Medus would immediately turn their backs on him. And to lower the level of their punishment, they would unconditionally blame the Marquis.
No one would stay on a sinking ship without escaping. When Marquis Medusâ sins were exposed and his position was jeopardized, his supporters would withdraw one by one. With that, it would only be a matter of time before the Marquis fell.
This was Renatoâs idea of how to take Marquis Medus down with the least amount of bleeding.
âI need a strong bait to make them do as I wish. So I got a bottle of Snakeâs Breath from Marquis Medus before leaving for the kingdom.â
âDid he just obediently give it to you?â
âNormally he would have been skeptical, butâŚâŚ He gave it to me without any doubt, perhaps he was in a good mood right after the blood draw, or maybe my words of âpreparation for an unexpected situationâ worked. But probably not twice.â
Renatoâs voice grew quieter. He anxiously watched Khalidâs reactions. The more he spoke, the more he could feel force entering the hand holding his wrist. The surrounding air also fluctuated ominously.
Not knowing what to do with Khalidâs appearance which seemed strangely angrier than before, Renato pursed his lips. Then, the manâs gaze reached him, urging him to continue speaking.
ââŚâŚItâs easier to avoid the Marquisâ ears and eyes in the kingdom than in the Empire, so I decided it would be better to let Sir Baikal replicate the Snakeâs Breath and create a remedy with the same effect. And my blood is needed for thatâŚâŚâ
âSo you hurt yourself again to draw blood?â
Khalid interrupted Renatoâs words and fiercely asked back. Renato, overwhelmed by the manâs sharp aura, closed his mouth. With a flustered expression, he slightly nodded his head.
âHuu.â
Khalid heavily breathed out, feeling his insides infinitely heat up. He somewhat understood after hearing the reason, but he couldnât help getting angry. He closed his eyes, repressing his anger. Looking at the wound on Renatoâs arm would make his rage flare up.
âAre youâŚâŚ angry?â
Strongly intimidated, Renato opened his mouth hesitantly. But he didnât get an answer. Seeing Khalid with his eyes closed as if ignoring him, Renato found it unfair and timidly protested.
âI, I donât understand why you are angry, your highness.â
âYou donât understand?â
Khalidâs eyes immediately opened. His scarlet eyes were fierce akin to a blazing flame, gleaming as if they would devour Renato. At the same time, a force strong enough to leave marks pressed down on Renatoâs slender wrist.
âUgh!â
Renato groaned at the pain rising from his wrist. Normally, Khalid would have let go when he seemed to be in pain, but it was different this time.
âAre you really asking because you donât understand?â
âI, I know you donât like me using blood, your highness. Iâm sorry I didnât d, discuss it with you before the blood draw, butâŚâŚ Itâs foolish not to even try for fear of getting hurt although there is a way to defeat the enemies. Iâm just working hard, and doing my bestâŚâŚâ
Renato protested in a trembling voice. Just as he told Baikal, he was ready to do whatever he could. And fairy blood was the most powerful and effective weapon Renato had.
He couldnât understand why he was criticized for using it as if he had done something bad, or why Khalid was so angry.
He just didnât want to go through the misfortune in his previous life again, so it was okay to have this kind of wound to avoid repeating the terrible despairâŚâŚ Suddenly upset, Renato bit his lip.
âYes, I know. I know that I have no right to interfere with Your Imperial Highnessâ decisions, and I know that drawing your blood is essential to the success of your plan. But I am still angry.â
ââŚâŚWhy?â
âBecause you donât value your own body, Your Imperial Highness!â
Khalid fiercely shouted. The air violently rumbled like a raging wave, and his voice filled with anger resounded in the bedroom. Renato opened his eyes wide when hearing the echo coming back.
âWhat does that meanâŚâŚâ
âWhy donât you take any care of yourself even though you act as if you would jump into a fire pit for others? Every single time, you are the only one to suffer losses and sacrifice! Why do you ignore the wounds you receive as if they were natural? How can you not care for yourself to this extent?!â
His voice gradually rose along with his exasperated emotions. Khalid, fuming with anger, clenched his teeth when seeing Renatoâs face turn white from his pressure. He took a breath deep enough to make his chest rise, trying to calm his agitation. Then, just like an exhausted person, he pressed his forehead onto Renatoâs.
âJust why donât you know? Every time you act this way, Iâm so anxious that I feel like I have gone crazy.â