CHAPTER 139: A KING’S JEALOUSY

Quintus then shifted his eyes toward Gabrant, who was glaring at Shiao Yi with an expression like he had just bitten into something unbearably bitter.

At present, Gabrant was the greatest problem.

Just moments ago, Quintus was certain he had overheard something outrageous slip from Gabrant’s mouth—something about a marriage proposal, of all things.

Quintus clenched his resolve.

He had to stop Gabrant’s scheme with all his strength.

His true enemy, it seemed, was none other than Gabrant.

After Louis arranged a room with the help of the castle’s maids and servants, Shiao Yi and Dominic moved there together.

Whether it was when they bathed or when they lay down on the bed, they never separated.

Of course, it was partly because neither of them wanted to be apart, but also because Shiao Yi hesitated to leave Dominic alone even for a little while.

On the surface, Dominic seemed to have returned to normal, but his heart was still shaking with instability.

Even though he recognized this as reality, the fear that it might only be a convenient dream lingered deep inside him, ready to burst out at any moment.

His injuries were healed by the healing mage’s devoted work.

The broken bones and bruises were restored completely.

This was something that still amazed Shiao Yi.

No matter how far advanced medical science might become in his own world, to see bones and tissue repaired and healed right before his eyes was impossible.

It seemed that the time needed for healing varied slightly depending on the patient’s own magical strength.

The healing mage’s magic would trigger and accelerate regenerative treatment and then the patient’s own magic would continue the process of repair.

If the healer had exceptionally strong magic, they could even take over the patient’s share of the healing, completing the treatment on a much larger scale.

That was what had happened when Dominic had once healed Shiao Yi, who had been on the verge of death.

But in most cases, the healers would adjusted the flow of their magic.

This was partly to prevent exhausting their own magic power, but also because forcing another person’s magic into a patient’s body caused terrible pain.

The principle itself was not unlike biomedical treatment, the damaged tissue and cells were activated to promote regeneration.

But the speed was different.

Normally, the cells need time to divide, differentiate, and form tissue.

That entire process was ignored, skipped over completely.

People simply said, "That’s why it’s magic," and Shiao Yi had no choice but to accept it.

So Dominic’s body was healed, but his heart was not.

That part could not be rushed.

Healing his mind would take time and patience, just as in Shiao Yi’s own world and in this magical one.

Until Dominic could truly accept it and feel safe in his heart, Shiao Yi had no intention of leaving his side.

Dominic finally fell asleep after holding Shiao Yi tightly in his arms, finding comfort there.

But after a short while, he began to groan in pain and tremble, as if caught in some terrible nightmare.

Shiao Yi immediately called his name, patted his back and held him close.

When Dominic opened his eyes, they were wet with tears, filled with pain and fear.

But the moment his gaze found Shiao Yi’s face, he seemed relieved.

He then smiled softly and sank back into half-sleep.

This repeated many times until morning came.

Sometimes Dominic screamed, sometimes his magic surged out of control.

Each time, Shiao Yi woke him from the nightmare, calmed him, kissed him, and sometimes answered his desperate need with his body.

Dominic only managed to truly sleep deeply when dawn began to brighten the sky and the people of the castle started moving for their early morning duties.

"Dominic... Dominic... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..."

With tears streaming down his face, Shiao Yi could only hold his beloved lover tightly, who in exhaustion clung to the small bit of sleep he could find.

...

When Jircniv thought he had finally won Shiao Yi, the young man disappeared right before his eyes.

The guards were still collapsed from the surge of massive magic power, and Jircniv himself was on his knees, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Not long after Shiao Yi vanished, that overwhelming magic also disappeared.

It felt like a crushing weight had been lifted from his body.

He realized then—it had been Dominic’s magic.

And Shiao Yi had been the one to calm it.

Jircniv clenched his hand into a fist against the floor.

He knew it.

He had always known.

That man and Shiao Yi were bound by a strong unbreakable bond.

Ever since returning to his uncle’s estate, he had been forced to watch the closeness between the two men.

Every time he saw it, dark jealousy and a fierce desire to possess grew stronger inside him.

Even if Shiao Yi would grieve.

Even if Shiao Yi would come to hate him.

Jircniv still wanted him.

No matter what methods he had to use, he wanted to make Shiao Yi his.

Dominic was a powerful and skilled knight.

His name was well-known even among the people of Dalmasca and there were those who admired him.

He had the strength to intimidate people with a single glare and wielded vast magic power, like a monster in human form.

Compared to that man, Jircniv was nothing more than a young and inexperienced ruler.

He was only a man with a title called "king," a hollow authority with no real strength.

He had not achieved anything as a king yet—he had not even begun. His title was no more than decoration.

And yet, he clung to it desperately.

It was the only thing he had, the only weapon he could use to resist that man.

Shiao Yi... wasn’t it you who urged me toward this path?

Weren’t you the one who appeared in from of me in the first place?

If I ended up relying on you, could you really blame me?