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TTMLPTWW ~ Chapter 39

TTMLPTWW ~ Chapter 39

Masera, who had settled on the sofa and lay down, opened his eyes when he felt a presence.

As soon as he saw Cynthia looking down at him, he hurriedly covered his eyes with a cushion.

“I didn’t wear that earlier one and wore mine.”

Only then, after confirming that it was ordinary pajamas, Masera was relieved and removed the cushion.

“What kind of difficult task are you trying to give me now?”

Masera, who had been listening to her requests all along, asked in a stern tone.

‘Surely she’s not asking me to wear a uniform.’

Cynthia, who was looking down at him lost in thought, smiled slightly with her hands behind her back.

“Isn’t it unfair that you’re the only one who keeps sleeping on the sofa? Sleep in the bed today.”

“What kind of man makes his wife sleep on the sofa?”

“You don’t have that kind of wife.”

He stared intently at Cynthia, who didn’t back down with a bright smile.

‘If she goes into politics, she will surely become a big shot.’ Thinking to himself, he got up and sat down.

“Can’t you sleep?”

“Look at the ceiling painting over there on the bed. I only discovered it today.”

He quietly stared at the ceiling painting that Cynthia was pointing at.

A bizarre being with a tremendous number of eyes and multiple wings was depicted. Below it were the words, ‘Be not afraid.‘*

“I heard that this is the room used by a Medea Princess who married abroad. I wonder if she had nightmares after seeing that?”

At Cynthia’s words, Masera tidied his disheveled hair and looked at her again.

“Are you talking about the angel painting?”

“Is that thing that looks like a barnacle-encrusted bomber an angel? The angels I know don’t look like that… They’re a bit more adorable and cute…”

“That’s what real angels look like in the bible. So, what do you want me to do?”

Cynthia carefully sat next to him and said.

“You know it well! Amazing! Then tell me about the angels in the bible.”

Masera ascertained that she seemed to be scared of the angel painting.

“It would be better to stop whining and lie down in bed.”

At his indifferent tone, Cynthia’s face gradually became sullen.

Masera, who was looking at her, added.

“…I’ll be next to you until you fall asleep.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea.”

Cynthia, with a brightened face, went to the bed and lay down.

Eventually, he pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down, telling her about the angels he had heard from his mother when he was young.

“Ah, so the reason why angels have so many eyes is to save more people? It wasn’t scary.”

Masera looked down at Cynthia chattering in bed and thought.

‘It feels like I’ve become a dad.’

He sighed and asked her.

“By any chance, are you afraid of sleeping alone?”

In response, Cynthia squinted her eyes and replied.

“It’s not that I can’t sleep alone. It’s just that I feel more comfortable when someone is there. Anyway, thank you. I always know how lucky I am to have someone by my side…”

Cynthia’s hazy eyes gradually closed, and her breathing became even.

Looking at her asleep, he gently touched her round forehead.

Then, he flinched and pulled his hand away when he saw the necklace around her neck.

Because that necklace was the reason and cause for him to treat her heartlessly.

“I will do anything to save my daughter.”

The image of the woman holding her daughter, her hair fluttering in the freezing wind, was still vivid.

Even after wandering the battlefield for a long time, he had never seen such a determined and blindly devoted face.

As far as he could remember, the daughter was very ill, and that was why she had to leave far away to find the child’s father.

Before being dragged away for the crime of helping the royal family escape, Masera’s mother hid her son in the closet and said this.

“God has given you the eyes of an angel to look at the world from afar and watch over people. So, I hope you don’t live a life blinded by revenge.”

However, in a desolate world, it was not easy for Masera, who had barely become an adult, to keep his mother’s will.

“When misfortune strikes, you will look for someone to blame. But remember, it’s no one’s fault. Don’t be obsessed with what you see on the surface. Become an adult who can see what’s on the inside.”

He stared silently at the sleeping Cynthia.

The emotions that floated up whenever he saw Cynthia were also not easy to ignore.

But as time passed, they would eventually fade away like the sadness of his childhood.

Compassion, and the feeling of being concerned.

‘Then, all I have to do is eliminate all the elements that bother me.’

Masera’s eyes, wrapped in murderous intent, sank eerily.

After confirming that Cynthia was asleep, he headed outside without a sound. And he instructed his subordinates guarding the door.

“…Around 8:25 PM, there was a tail. Search all the surrounding accommodations and find them, then…”

He pointed to his head with his finger and added.

“Make sure they never appear before my eyes again. Forever.”

* * *

The next day, Cynthia, who was invited to a palace banquet, was sitting alone.

Masera was talking with Medeian politicians, high-ranking officers, and royalty.

Due to a previous conflict of opinion, a large investment in the development project had been withdrawn, so they had to find a new investor.

Cynthia also tried to greet the surrounding nobles and make an impression. Fortunately, there were people who spoke Rutemian.

“Although she is walking the path of ruin due to the mistakes of the previous generation, seeing the Princess trying to restore the lost glory of the past makes me think I should work hard too. She gives me many lessons.”

“You are truly lucky to have survived as the last member of the royal family.”

It wasn’t exactly friendly, though.

It implied that although marrying a war hero and working hard was commendable, it didn’t mean she would be treated as an equal.

Unlike the Rutemian nobles who still had some respect for the Snow Queen, the haughty Medeian nobles merely ridiculed the Bariesa royal family.

‘As expected, they don’t think well of me.’

At that moment, a woman with her black, luscious hair tied up and wearing a gorgeous dress spoke to Cynthia.

It was the Grand Ducal Princess Charlotte, who had sent a marriage proposal to Masera after all.

[“Perhaps you don’t speak Medeian? I greeted you, but you didn’t answer.”]

Cynthia, who had been lost in thought and hadn’t heard the Grand Ducal Princess’s greeting, turned to look at her.

‘Is this a confrontation with a powerful figure aiming for the male lead?’

But a fierce confrontation would not occur. Because she was set up to not know Medeian.

Cynthia, who often ran combat simulations in her head before going to sleep, felt somewhat disappointed.

“I don’t speak Medeian.”

Cynthia replied in Rutemian.

Grand Princess Charlotte, who did not know Rutemian, stared intently at Cynthia with a bright face.

‘Doesn’t she know that I sent a marriage proposal to the Brigadier General?’

After the war, soldiers who contributed to the victory enjoyed worldwide popularity and rose to success, and the highest classes competed to form marriage ties with them.

Grand Pincess Charlotte was the same, and her goal was to marry Masera, the most famous of them all.

With talks of marriage to an old king who had remarried three times and had 30 mistresses, she had no choice but to become impatient.

‘I refuse to live as that old king’s woman.’

Unlike other officers who had affairs even after marrying up, Masera’s private life was so clean that it was almost puritanical, which was another reason.

‘But why did Brigadier General choose a fallen princess? Could it be that the rumors of him trying to revive the monarchy are true?’

The Grand Princess looked at Cynthia with many questions.

People who realized that Cynthia could not understand Medeian began to openly look down on her.

[“Brigadier General Vicente doesn’t exactly act like a married man.”]

[“They’re just pretending to be friendly on the outside. There’s no way they could have good feelings for each other. I heard that the Brigadier General suffered a lot because of the war the royal family started.”]

[“She can’t even speak Medeian, which her husband is deeply connected to, so how will she interact in the future?”]

The tone was very gentle, so if you didn’t know the meaning, it sounded like a blessing.

[“Thank you for your kindness.”]

Cynthia even gave a clumsy Medeian thank you.

In response, Grand Princess Charlotte frowned slightly and looked back at the people chattering.

[“What are you doing being so rude to a member of a royal family from another country?”]

It was because Cynthia, with her innocent expression, suddenly looked pitiful.

‘There’s no need to bother with a naive and clueless woman who doesn’t even know she’s being treated poorly.’

The Grand Ducal Princess, unaware that Cynthia understood everything, sighed.

Never even considering what might be going through the mind of someone she’d just brushed off as harmless.

‘I’ll remember every single one of these badmouthing jerk’s faces.’

 

💟 Translator Notes 💟
“A bizarre being with a tremendous number of eyes and multiple wings was depicted. Below it were the words, ‘Be not afraid.‘” Biblically accurate angel cameo.

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