Only with Your Heart

In the face of a warrior in front of a damned enemy, Ruklov stood alone in a place so far from the crowd.

Though not wearing armor, Luklov, a harsh outfit worthy of the Lord of One Castle, is powerful enough just to stand. With the addition of black eyes with anger there, no fierce man seemed to be anywhere near him.

"Luklov......"

Chizuru called his name as he whispered, leaving Bal's former and trying to move on. Only then did I feel the harsh look on Ruklov's face soothe... but it was only for a moment too.

"You still have to wait here"

Suddenly, Bal stuck one hand out to the side and whispered Chizuru's path. "He may be misunderstanding. Let me explain first."

And slowly step forward.

Chizuru stopped blocked the way to go, and Ruklov returned to his mundane expression. But Bal walks toward Ruklov without flinching. Chizuru wandered.

It is wonderful that Bal youth have the courage.

It also seems right, as a knight, to try to explain in advance from him, the man, to Lucroff, who is perhaps in a bad mood due to an unawares misunderstanding. But.

But his opponent is Luklov. I'm sure Bal doesn't get it.

There is a reason why he was called a fiery knight. Luklov when he is burning in anger can be so ruthless and rough that even the devil doesn't want to come near him. Like a flame that consumes everything that comes close. Once swallowed, there is only one way to return it to ashes, like the Fire.

"No, um, wait, Mr. Bal"

Chizuru rushed after Bal for a small run.

Ruklov is not just standing on his bars already, he's approaching this one at as slow a pace as Bal. The two knights immediately confronted each other from the front.

It was Bal who finally drowned his head first.

"Don't get me wrong, Duke of Luklov"

When Chizuru, who was out of breath because of his sudden run, reached just behind the bal, the two men were already facing each other at a distance enough to grab each other.

"Master Lone seemed to have some stomach build-up, but I am not willing to do this to a woman who is giving her heart to another man. I brought her here..." stopped the words and Bal looked back at Thousand Cranes only for a moment. "Because I couldn't have left such a beautiful woman alone. I was wondering if you could tell."

Ruklov did not answer.

Despite the fierce eyes that are still about to strike him, Bal is stiffening his shoulders and stomping. Chizuru couldn't measure how to cut it out and had to alternate between the two knights.

Eventually Ruklov snapped, slowly, emphasizing every word, with a disturbing voice crawling through the earth.

"A man who tries to get his hands on that daughter will surely be rewarded..."

"Yes, I understand."

"Then you have to back off now. Let's talk about the loan from me."

"As I say, Duke of Ruklov. Just understand that she doesn't have any downfall, though. Everything is loaned..."

When Bal, who raised his face, added that, the tail of Ruklov's handsome bag seemed to make a noise and cut it off.

"I'm telling you to go, you hungry ghost!

A thunderous rage echoed, and just as Bal shook his spine and turned back his heel, he dispersed in the original direction. I just look at Chizuru at him when he leaves, and he looks so sorry. Chizuru shook his head sideways reflexively, telling him he didn't have to worry about it.

Yes, more than a thousand cranes, Bal has no responsibility whatsoever.

And yet I'm so sorry to be so reprimanded and even shamed. You'll have to complain strongly about the loan later.

But what Ruklov was thinking was unknown.

Thousands of cranes are well aware that his emotions can sometimes be as dark as a deep, deep valley with no bottom view. When he loves someone, just as there is no limit to their depth, so does anger, jealousy and… sometimes anxiety, when he can't see the bottom deeply.

Chizuru stared at Ruklov as he stood with his hands in stiff fists (kobushi).

Luklov, against, is looking down at Chizuru with cold eyes.

His masculine jaw was hard eaten, like that of a beast who wanted to eat every bone out of his head right now if he could. And maybe if he gets serious, there's nothing he can't do.

Maybe Chizuru won't resist.

"I've already found another worshipper or it's a big deal"

Chizuru opened his eyes for a moment, unable to understand what he had been told.

"If you wear it that way, you know as many men as you want flower nectar. Good, you're going to follow that guy out of here? He looks just the right age."

"Luke, Lof......"

I knew for myself that my temperature dropped at once and my blood drew from my face without peeking into the mirror.

The cold voice and dialogue of the loved one, along with the sharp pain that deeply cuts the skin, easily breaks the heart of Chizuru. I was saddened when the beautiful tied hair that Alde had fixed because of it suddenly felt as if it was a dirty thing to disparage Chizuru.

As Chizuru clouded her face, Ruklov approached her in front of her in a big crotch step, pulling her hips slightly narrower with her big hand.

"For that face"

Ruklov's voice was low and rough. "The men wage war. For that body, the knight tries to give up his honor and his life. And to get that heart..."

Taking his breath, Chizuru waited for Luklov's next word. The righteous face is distorted and a sad shadow falls on the pitch-black eyes.

"I wandered through hell. Is that not enough to satisfy you?

An additional force is applied to the hand holding the hips and the waist of the dress is strongly pressed against the hem of the clasp. It was painful.

It's a misunderstanding, or explaining that the loan just forced him to set up a prank, wouldn't make sense to Lucroff right now. I just wanted Ruklov to see it and dress it up, but instead of liking it, I can't believe I'm supposed to piss him off like this.

"I'm sorry... let's do this..."

Though it was painful to think that it would erase Alde's efforts, Chizuru tried to remove makeup by rubbing it all the way down the back of his hand. I don't know if I succeeded. However, Ruklov's expression gets even darker, and Chizuru's eyes are overflowing with tears.

Still, Ruklov grabbed Chizuru's arm, trying to rub his face with even more hands.

"Stop."

"Ya! Get off me!

"Stop it, Chizuru"

"I hate it! Enough, this, dirty! I don't need it at all!

Lifting the arm of the ungrasped, Chizuru leaned to untie the tied hair. A gorgeous dress, a makeup applied face, and beautifully tidied hair.

It's all about wanting us to get along better.

This is how I piss off Ruklov and not for myself to cry......

Thousand cranes rose hard in Lucrov's arms, but only to recognise that he was no match for them in his arms. I'm sad, I'm not hung up, I'm sorry to Alde and Lone and others, and I cry even more.

"No...! Damn, I thought Ruklov might like it... I just did... Get off me!

I raised my voice, but the end of the story shivered pitifully.

But - - In the meantime, Ruklov held Chizuru to his chest and prevented her from moving any further.

Under the jalazy, hard touch of the clasp, he is held so close, strong and diligent that he feels Ruklov's hot body. Suffering, Chizuru buried his face in Ruklov's chest as it was and cried.

After a while, Shh., speaking to calm the baby down, Ruklov stroked Chizuru's head and whispered in his ear.

"Don't cry, Chizul. Sorry...... I was just excited. Look where you're with the other guys."

It was a gentle, albeit slightly weaker, voice color of Ruklov.

Chizuru stopped crying and listened to his heartbeat by stopping the movement perfectly in Ruklov's chest. Tong, tong, tong. Like a child who gets anxious in front of a storm, a heartbeat that deviates.

"Don't cry...... You are beautiful. It's too pretty, it makes me anxious. It's like you're dreaming...... Otherwise, other men are going to steal it."

Chizuru looked up softly.

There was a Ruklov face right around the corner, just a few centimeters back stretching, a distance where lips and lips seemed to overlap.

"Luklov......"

"Sorry, Chizuru, forgive me..."

─ ─ Maybe this man (one) is really the devil.

With that in mind, Chizuru made a small snuggle and nodded.

I had no choice but to lie down.

It will be him, even thousands of times, giving forgiveness. Though I was properly aware somewhere in my mind that I was in such a muddy of love.