In the afternoon, I 'transformed' and approached Kyle, who arrived at the bedroom just in time. He sat down on the bed with a nonchalant expression and patted his knee, inviting me up.
"Aren't you tired of being hugged like this?" Kyle asked.
"Not at all. Every day is new," I replied.
'It seems so,' I thought. The problem was that I had gotten used to this man's lingering affection once or twice.
I sighed heavily and sat down on his thighs, placing my hands on his shoulders. Kyle naturally looked up, about to kiss me...
"Wait."
I pressed my palm over his mouth and pushed his face away. "Stop kissing. My lips will wear out."
"Hmm," Kyle furrowed his brows in disagreement. "Enough. I haven't done it properly today. It's my first time."
"What is the first time?" I stuck out my mouth. "You said three times that you missed me just before 'transforming,' and that you would come to pick up something, and that you would get up and go home five times. I turned it over and blocked it with a kick to my stomach, and it didn't happen."
No matter how busy he was, he did it without skipping anything. Nowadays, he rarely kissed my stomach. 'No, I know that there's a guy like this in my heart now, but do I still want to do that?'
"No, I don't," Kyle began to argue seriously. "Didn't you do all that to cashews? You just came, so you have to count from the beginning."
"I'm not a cashew nut," I retorted.
"You are a person, and he is a companion," Kyle insisted, referring to my hamster form.
"This is the one in that companion beast, Your Highness. Wake up," I said, trying to make him see reason.
"...."
Kyle became quiet, as if he had no excuse left. Even if you thought about it, it looked like a big kiss. No matter what he said, it was all just an excuse. As if realizing that the more he spoke, the more embarrassed he became, he glanced at me with eyes that were slightly red.
Kyle's expression grew sullen. When other people saw that face, they would probably think he was angry, but I knew better. That wasn't anger...
'He's pouting.'
He doesn't look like that, so he gets upset a lot.
"If you don't like it, you can't help it," Kyle said, seemingly giving up on kissing. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stared at me. It seemed like he was expressing his dissatisfaction and begging for my permission.
"Do you want to look at him like that?" I asked.
"...."
"Your Highness?"
"...."
'Ugh, it's my weakness.'
Come to think of it, it wasn't such an unreasonable request. A kiss doesn't wear out your lips. In fact, I didn't hate it either. It's just that I felt like I was getting caught up in his arguments every time, so I was hurt by his sarcasm. After all, a perfect lover likes me and doesn't know what to do, but isn't it something that makes me happy?
He's not very capable, he has a lot of money, and he's friendly these days. Aside from the fact that he often expresses affection, his skills in that regard are also good...
'…Oh, this isn't it.'
I looked at Kyle with a grunt. I still felt a little shallow just staring at him.
"I'm just going to see you this time," I conceded.
"...."
"You can't come in the middle of work and kiss me. Of course, you can't do it on a boat. There is a person in the hamster."
"...."
"You won't even answer?"
Kyle replied softly. "...Yes."
"You're a good one," I casually uttered the disrespectful words and bowed my head. I wrapped my arms around his cheek and put my lips on and off his lips with a soft sound.
"Now, let's go down and go to the mine that we received yesterday… Whoops."
A large hand came up and wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me straight to him. As soon as our lips met, his hot breath penetrated my mouth and stirred uncontrollably. It was very natural for him to tilt his head, pat my back as if to soothe me, and then pull me close to his upper body.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to his shoulder. Then, as the kiss lasted longer, I unknowingly put my arms around his broad shoulders and moved as if to burrow into his embrace. I felt dizzy, my vision swam, and my body floated. I was so caught up in our interlocking lips that I forgot how to breathe every time. As I struggled to catch my breath, Kyle laughed softly.
As soon as my head fell back, I gasped for breath. My cheeks were burning and my heart was pounding like crazy.
"Oh no," he stroked my back and smiled softly. He looked very happy. "I think I did it shorter than yesterday. Isn't it?"
"Huh, huh... I think that's about right."
"It's better to train to increase lung capacity."
"Is there no option to do it in moderation?"
"I can't do much, and if I can't do it for a long time, it's too cruel for me."
'What is this 'night speed' he's talking about?' I scrunched my mouth and leaned my forehead against his shoulder. 'A child like a raccoon. Before you know it, you are making fun of people. He is my son who often tries to save him...'
Of course, I didn't dislike it. Why would I not like it? This guy's life is what I live for, and above all, I feel the same way.
"Anyway, that's it. I'm a little worried about it."
"Yes. That's why I asked for the data. I'm going to go and check on the workers who said they had symptoms."
"That's fine. Can I come with you?"
"As much as you want. Then you'd better hurry."
"Yes."
The excitement suddenly calmed down as usual. 'What will happen this time?' I wondered. 'Well, you need to figure out the problem correctly to think of a way to solve it.'
Thinking so, I slowly walked away from him. Then, standing with both feet on the ground, I habitually checked the estimated time of his death. Counting the remaining time and checking on his safety was a long-standing habit of mine and the most important task.
Let's see. It's just gone down to double digits, so there's nothing so dangerous for the time being.
[Kyle Jane Meinhardt, about 10 days before the estimated time of death.]
'...Huh? What? 10 days?'
[Kyle Jane Meinhardt, about 10 days before the estimated time of death.]
I quickly rubbed my eyes and opened the system window. However, it was the same three or four times. 'Ten days? Why did it suddenly decrease so much?'
After a long moment of shock and stiffness, Kyle gently grabbed my shoulder and shook it. There was a faint hint of embarrassment on his well-groomed face.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"That's it...." I still couldn't be honest with him. He knew that I could see the future to some extent, and I had even talked about being able to get help from the Supreme Being or running errands for him... But I had not said that I could confirm the remaining lifespan in detail. Even if he trusted me completely, it was enough to make me feel reluctant. So I couldn't tell it like it was, and it wasn't okay to say it was okay.
'...Why did I suddenly have more than two months left?' I knew that the moratorium was almost over, but I didn't expect it to be reduced so quickly. 'Because Lorenz started moving? Or did the problem come from the northern mines? Maybe the attack of the demons? Or the mage?'
"Shu."
"...."
"...Hey, Shu."
"...."
"Shu!"
A warm hand squeezed my chin. When I came to my senses, Kyle squeezed my cheeks and made eye contact.
"I had a dream. Right?" he asked.
In his eyes, there was a young man who seemed to be a little skinny, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment, so he was restless.
I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I haven't seen it exactly... I think it will happen in the near future."
"To me?"
"Yes, maybe."
'It is ten days,' I thought. Remembering the time when he and Belial were involved in a political dispute, my displeasure doubled.
Kyle's expression was not good, noticing the anxiety and annoyance on my face. Then he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It was about me dying."
"How did you know?" I asked, surprised.
"Exactly... It was a kind of hope."
"Hope? Dying?" I looked up in amazement, and he let me go, sighing softly.
"Because I wanted you to be the reason you were so agitated."
"But yes, it's not a good thing, do you want me to dream of dying?"
"...."
"That's right. But a dream is a dream."
My stomach gradually settled. 'Time is tight, but we can do it. It doesn't matter if there is one day left instead of ten days. I'm going to stop it anyway. I won't let you die.'
Saving Kyle is the way to increase the miracle number the most, right? 'Nope. Not anymore. At first, it was for that reason... Now I know that it is not only that.'
Before I knew it, I liked being with him. It was fun to walk around with him and observe the warmer and warmer North. We joked and kissed each other happily. So I found out. I realized that all the time I had been struggling with was actually loneliness. I don't want to go back to that cold time again.
"I can do it. I can't die like that," I said cheerfully. I spoke in the most confident tone I could, and I could see him laughing along.
"Yes. Isn't there a crisis that we have passed through that is too scary?"
"Still, don't let your guard down. I don't have that much time. First, let's look at what could be a threat. If you're going to put together a report, can I come with you?"
"I need to take a look around the castle first..." Kyle pulled his pocket watch out of his arms, checked the time, and nodded. "Go to the study first and check it out. After looking around, check the armory and go straight to the kiln. If you can separate them by agenda, you can do it."
"You are pampered," I grumbled in words, but then nodded. For modern people, it's just a simple sorting of documents. "Leave it to me. Then I'll go first."
"Yes."
I was about to turn around and leave, but then I kissed Kyle's cheek lightly.
"Then I'm really going!"
Was it because of my mood? I could hear a slight laughter behind my back.