Lilian of Turin

When he was wandering around the battlefield, Damian had something similar to a hobby.

If he saw a hungry wild beast, he would give up his food.

It didn’t have any special meaning, and he didn’t particularly favor animals.

Now that he thought about it, it was just part of a self-destructive act. Of course, a Tier Infinity’s body didn’t lose energy even if starved for a week.

Anyway, through the hobby that wasn’t actually a hobby, Damian learned that when feeding something to a wild animal whose belly was clinging to its back from starvation, be careful not to feed it even your fingers.

But was he obligated to teach it to Lilian?

To begin with, he wasn’t a very kind person. He was the kind of human who even pretended to be friendly when he first met Lilian.

“I apologize, I didn’t have anything prepared.”

“It’s fine. Because I wasn’t prepared either. You usually give something like an ancient ring that your mother gave to your fiancee, but unfortunately, I didn’t get one.”

That’s him.

“Because I’m the third son.”

Because he’s a monster.

“So, if the lady permits it… May I kiss you?”

“Yes. …pardon?”

Lilian’s eyes widened as she was about to allow it.

It wasn’t often that she, who was always calm, was surprised like a rabbit, so Damian was happy but held back his laughter. Then he asked while sadly fluttering his long eyelashes.

“Can I not…?”

“No, that…, it’s not impossible, but, we…”

“We’re about to become a couple. Isn’t that so?”

“We are, but Your Highness.”

“Besides, didn’t the attending physician say so? The way to transmit mana is through physical contact, and holding hands is the least efficient among them.”

Damian whispered softly.

“…at this point, we might be able to find a better way. Isn’t that right?”

Lilian’s already dizzy head felt tight.

She grew up with her observant and beautiful brother, and she had memories of being exposed to all kinds of beautiful and unrealistic appearances in the media of her old world. Thanks to that, her threshold for beauty was on the high side.

However, there’s no way she could resist a man that close, with his beautiful jewel-like eyes, blinking his eyelids to make himself more beautiful.

Of course, just resisting this far made Damian impatient.

He was so impatient that he finally confessed to Lily’s ear.

“Actually, what I’m about to offer you is my first kiss. Wouldn’t it be a gift if we did this?”

Will you accept it? It felt as if a hot whisper flowed into her ears and melting.

“…yes.”

There’s no time for Lilian to be surprised by the permission that slipped out of her mouth involuntarily.

The man without a conscience didn’t give her a chance to speak any more.

It was the same deadly skill that led to the death of a person unknowingly on the battlefield.

Their lips touched.

Lilian’s lips were the only pinkish color on her face.

Those straight lips that calmly uttered the right and reasonable words touched Damian’s lips, and the soft feeling of them being crushed…

Damian gasped for breath. Then he twisted his head so that more areas were touching. It was an instinctive action.

“Um…”

The sound that the bewildered Lilian uttered through her lips was stifled.

At that moment, Damian couldn’t stand it and wet Lilian’s closed lips with the tip of his tongue.

Please.

Please open it.

Please.

Damian’s mana, which had begun to permeate into Lilian’s body through contact, began to beg for it, and Lilian opened her lips involuntarily.

The tip of their tongues touched. Her breath caught. A tickling thrill spread across the roof of her mouth.

Damian held up Lilian, who was helplessly falling backwards, and hurriedly pushed her into his arms, then frantically coveted Lilian’s lips.

It was different from when he held her hand and took a mental rest. It wasn’t just comfortable.

It was a feeling like his senses were heightened.

Everything about Lilian was sweet. It was like pouring a solution into his brain, into his entire nervous system, that gave him a tingle of pleasure as they shared breaths and mixed their tongues.

‘The stimulus is too great…’

Damian groaned involuntarily. Lilian, who was busy accepting Damian’s crazy behavior, was a little surprised.

Worried that she might have made him uncomfortable, Lilian quickly tried to separate herself from Damian.

‘No…’

‘…hate it.’

Damian never wanted to leave, but the lingering wit of reason warned him that a first kiss was enough.

He also had to think of Lilian’s physical strength. Besides, she was a young lady who hadn’t even made her debut.

If Damian had been reluctant to flirt with women despite the many opportunities he had, Lilian had never been exposed to the culture of the riotous society.

This alone can be frightening. It was only after that thought could he finally part his lips.

Of course it was sad. He wanted more.

Unaware of such speed, Lilian was busy adjusting her breathing. Considering the difference in their lung capacity, it was natural, but he still felt disappointed.

‘Of course, it’s a very daunting experience for Lily, unlike me, who felt sorry for her and even regretted it.’

‘Certainly, it seems that my body has accepted more pure mana than usual.’

Still, rather than feeling good, it felt too sudden.

As she thought so, she saw an unbelievable sight this time.

“Your Highness, are you crying?”

His eyes were red and his eyelashes were moist. Besides, his cheeks were also flushed with pink and his eyes looked a bit dazed.

“Yes…, I suppose.”

Intoxicated with the lingering aftertaste of ecstasy, Damian honestly admitted it. He had no shame.

8. A Messy Wedding.

If there was one loophole in Lilian’s perfect plan, it was that she had to get permission from the Lord to have a wedding in Turin Castle anyway.

Cedric Islar.

A young ruler who succeeded his father who was perfect as a feudal lord.

One of the most exciting things about the gossip surrounding this handsome and promising young man was his love for his sister.

To the merchants outside the city gates, the young head of the household had already become famous for not holding back when it comes to his sister’s matters.

To the extent that merchants in the capital had come to see Lilian’s face at least once.

‘I designed a luxurious carriage for the young lady!’

‘It’s a coat made of fox fur that you could catch only four or five in a year in the snowy mountains!’

‘It’s a queen diamond mined in a mine in a foreign country!’

Of course, just because Cedric sold Lily’s name didn’t mean he bought low-end items.

As long as the quality was guaranteed, he just bought everything no matter how much they asked.

Lily, who was shunned by her mother, originally owned very little. But now she had no idea what she had unless she deliberately looked through her list.

At the heart of these relationships was their father.

To Lilian, her father was a difficult but respectable person, but to Cedric, he was the most powerful influence throughout his life.

The father who smelted Cedric as an heir by beating him with a hammer like a blacksmith.

The one who died when everything was perfect, forever giving his son no chance to surpass him.

Cedric learned to be the heir, but not to step out of his father’s shadow.

The Emperor’s mysterious death, the death of the family patriarch. Turin, in the midst of chaos and clouds of war, needed his father, not Cedric. They needed a Patriarch, not an immature successor.

So, instead of mourning and overcoming his father, Cedric chose the path of becoming a copycat of his father.

And failed miserably.

It was young Lilian who rescued him from the depths of despair where no one seemed able to enter.

‘She probably never dreamed that she’d done such a big thing, but…’

To Cedric, Lilian was a child who comforted him just by her presence, even if she didn’t bother.

Like a jewel in the palm of his hand. It was so precious that he didn’t want to give it to anyone. He wanted to do everything he could to make her happy.

When that precious little sister said, “I guess I should get married right away.”

Cedric’s respons was as follows.