Demimore smelled of something sweet that I couldnât identify.
Unknowingly drawn in by the aroma that made me think of honey, I lifted my heels and put my nose close to Demimoreâs neck.
The fragrance was so intoxicating that it made me forget the situation at hand.
Demimoreâs spotless white neck and the sweet aroma coming from him went together beautifully.
âWhat is thisâŠ.â
I was about to inquire as to what the heck was that wonderful smell.
Demimore, who was holding my shoulder, yanked me away with great force as I breathed and sniffed next to his neck.
I eventually came to my senses after being partially hypnotized by the smell emanating from Demimore.
Demimore had a perplexed expression on his face, and his normally white, clean nape was now suddenly flushed red.
His sudden behavior caused my face to heat up unnecessarily, as though he were rejecting me. I gave him an awkward smile and moved away from him.
âAhâŠâ
ââŠâŠ.â
âIâm so sorry.â
Demimore shook his head silently at my apology. He took his hand off my shoulder, covering his face with his hands.
There was a strange awkwardness between us, and seeing him so embarrassed made me feel more self-conscious. I wondered if this atmosphere between us made sense.
To break the awkward silence, I exaggeratedly asked, âOh, the scent is so nice! Did you spray something on yourself?â
Despite my efforts to appear nonchalant, Demimore continued to hold his face with his hands, nodding only his head in response.
The circumstances changed. I was the one nodding earlier when he questioned me. I chuckled awkwardly once more. Words spilled out of my mouth uncontrollably.
âTell me later what scent it is; it smells really good.â
He nodded again.
âBut can you really spray such a sweet scent in a place like this? Wonât the beast pay more attention to you?â
In response to my query, Demimore peered at me through the space between his middle and index fingers.
Demimore eventually lowered his hands, which had been covering his face, and exhaled as I smiled as brightly as I could.
âItâll be alright.â
âAre you sure?â
âI need to catch it, so itâs good if it comes to me.â
âDid you spray it for that purpose?â
âNo, I smeared myself with honey during breakfast.â
âOh, thatâs why there was a sweet scentâŠ.â
There was a strange awkwardness between me and Demimore again. I hadnât felt this awkward since we first met, so I blurted out whatever came to mind.
Demimore seemed to do the same. I cleared my throat and decided to get to the point.
I wanted to ask him what made him participate in this bet?
âUmâŠâ
âOh, I heard roughly why this bet happened.â
âFrom Cameron?â
âYeah.â
Demimore beat me to the punch before I could finish my sentence. When I asked him if heâd heard it from Cameron, he nodded.
I wondered what Cameron had said to Demimore. Demimore smiled affectionately.
The way his eyes curved when he smiled reminded me of the man who had tried to imitate this adorable smile.
I guess you canât top the original, no matter how much you try to copy it.
Honestly, that smile isâŠâŠ. More delightful than that sweet scent coming from DemimoreâŠâŠ.
âTo be honest, when I first heard it, I was speechless.â
âWhat?â
I was lost in meaningless emotion as I observed Demimoreâs eye smile and was surprised by his sudden confession.
When I asked why, Demimore let out a helpless smile.
Demimore said it like a joke, but I had nothing to say.
âI think Brother Cameron has been bothering people in all directions, and I donât like how you keep being swayed by him.â
When he said that, Demimore shrugged off his shoulders.
Looking at Demimore talking casually, I felt some kind of bitterness. How did he get caught up in this bet?
He could simply leave with Astina, let go of all these constraints, and go in search of happiness.
Instead, he was drawn into this bet with Cameron, who has a particular dislike for me.
âIâm sorry, Demimore.â
âWhy are you sorry?â
âJust⊠because of me⊠it feels like you got roped into this for no reason.â
âWhy do you suppose itâs your fault? Cameron is the one who dragged me into this. I honestly donât know why he keeps urging me to go with him.â
âStillâŠâ
As I hesitated to finish my sentence, Demimore grabbed me by the shoulder with a serious look.
âBut I really donât mind if itâs because of you. If this helps you in any way.â
âDemimoreâŠâ
âProtecting the people you care about is whatâs important to you, so donât hesitate to use me. If I can help you in any way, Iâll be happy to.â
âYouâre not going to lose on purpose, right?â
I quickly grabbed Demimore and asked with a foreboding hunch.
âWell, Iâd like to lose to you, but I have my own circumstances that prevent me from doing so right now.â
âWhat kind of circumstances?â
âUm, thatâs a secret.â
âDid Cameron threaten you?â
Demimore didnât even reply to my query, just smiled.
âDonât just smile, give me an answerâŠ!â
âThere are some things I canât share with you, but I promise to do my best and keep trying. That is all I have to say to you right now, Mary.â
I had never heard Demimoreâs voice so firm. I wanted to probe further, but Demimore showed no sign of backing down.
âIâll do my best in my own way; just as itâs important for you to protect the people you care about, itâs important for me to protect the people I care about.â
âPromise me.â
So instead of asking more, I extended my pinky finger to Demimore.
âWhat promise?â
âThat you wonât try to push yourself to lose this bet.â
Demimore smiled and turned to look at my pinky.
What? Why are you laughing? Demimore said with a sentimental expression when I gave him a twisted look.
âIâm glad that youâre wearing your ring.â
âHey! Donât say anything else!â
âAll right, all right.â
Demimore then entangled his pinky with mine.
My heart was still uneasy despite the fact that I had to force him to make a promise. Just as I was about to confirm once more, Gilbert suddenly appeared from behind a tree.
âMary, itâs about to begin.â
Gilbert appeared from behind a tree as if on cue.
Even though there was still more to discuss, Demimore appeared relieved.
When I asked for just a little more time, Gilbert said no and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and dragged me away. When I struggled, he made a grunting sound.
âWhy are you talking so long?â
âYou told me to come and talk to him.â
âI told you to talk for a minute.â
âIt hasnât started yet, has it?â
Gilbert nodded his head unpleasantly at my comment.
âTalking to the enemy for an extended period of time is bad.â
âWhy is Demimore the enemy?â
âRight now, the only one on your side is Theodore, right?â
I argued back and forth with Gilbert and returned to the Grand Dukeâs camp. My bow and arrows, which Hestia had meticulously polished, were given to me.
I carefully swept Helenaâs name on the bow.
For this ridiculous bet, the emperor even sent a referee from another empire. He seemed to be paying attention to fairness in his own way. Does he not trust his own son?
Well, of course, this was Conlerâs territory, and it was unlikely that Cameron would do anything unnecessary, but we couldnât let our guard down
When we were told to gather because the bet was about to start, Theodore and I walked toward the entrance to the hunting ground.
Cameron and Demimore gathered next to us. Demimore stood firm.
The hunting rules were similar to back then.
Just in case, donât shoot too high into the sky.
Never trespass or fire arrows into the other playerâs territory.
Well, hearing this rule makes me think of Count Stein. I looked towards their camp, wondering if I would see his unpleasant face.
Count Steinâs face was nowhere to be seen.
âWhat?â
However, I recognized a face that I hadnât seen in a while. Cameronâs aide was there.
What was his name? Even though we didnât talk much, it was still good to see him after all this time. Hmm, I canât remember his name.
Now that I think about it, I assumed he had resigned.
By the way, why hasnât that guy named X come yet? Wasnât he supposed to replace him?
âMary, come on, letâs go.â
Theodore gave me a pat on the back as I was preoccupied with thoughts. It wasnât a painful touch, but I still flinched. Theodore smiled down at me.