Suren: Bonds

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana: Suren's scene Bonds.

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A few days after they both died, I gradually started eating again.

If I didn’t eat, Suren would come to my room and stare at me. So I kind of had to eat.

Naala:

(I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but it seems he’s quite the worrier, despite his appearance.)

After taking a hot bath, I looked at my body in the full-length mirror. I felt like I was in a poor condition, so I wrapped myself up looser than usual.

I adjust the hem of my clothes, straighten my back, and recite my resolution in my heart.

Naala:

(It’s still too early to give up on life. I still have a lot of work to do in order to repay both their feelings.)

To put my resolution into action, I had two large bowls of rice this morning.

I have a slight feeling that I’m eating too much, but when staring at something, it’s important to get in shape and have momentum.

The body and mind are inextricably linked. With more power, I can do things more effortlessly than I can now.

Naala:

“...All right.”

I slapped my cheeks to motivate myself. In a sense, tonight would be decisive for me.

~Next scene~

Naala:

(I wonder if he’s still in his room…)

I walked down the moonlit corridor towards Suren’s room.

Since the disaster, things have been hectic for Suren behind the scenes, so he was often out at night.

Naala:

(I think things have settled down a bit…)

The truth was hidden secretly in the darkness. The cause of death for both Shalu and Nalan was said to be an accident, and there was no incident…

There must have been some who thought it was too much of a coincidence and doubted things internally. However, when pressured by the highest military ranks, they had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

With the support of King Touya, who seems to have been concerned about the impact, even the women now seem to want to forget about the incident.

Those living in the residence would have known that Shalu was acting strangely, so they instinctively avoided getting involved in any trouble.

I don’t think they're being cold. Protecting yourself is a natural right. It’s just…

Naala:

(I just think it’s sad… but maybe that’s selfish of me.)

Those two no longer exist in this world. I can’t see them, talk to them, or feel their warmth.

Those facts often floated to the surface of my thoughts and punched holes in my mind.

Each time I felt like crying or actually cried, I reaffirmed my resolution.

So, there’s no going back anymore.

Naala:

“...Yeah.”

I nodded to myself, made a fist in front of my chest, and regained my spirit.

Naala:

(Rather than mourn, I need to do what I can do. So first…)

As I was thinking, I spotted the door to Suren’s room.

I nervously cleared my throat, thinking there was a good chance I wouldn't be accepted.

After all, what I’m going to propose to Suren is…

Naala:

“?”

As I went to touch the door, I noticed that it was slightly open.

Did he go out, perhaps? Disappointed, I peek inside.

Naala:

(Huh? He’s here after all…)

At the table by the window, Suren was looking up at the sky while sipping his cup.

I wondered for a bit, but then convinced myself that tonight is a full moon, so moonlight alone might be enough.

Naala:

(All right, this is it.)

I pulled back and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

Then I raised my hand as boldly as I could and swallowed my breath at the profile I glimpsed.

Naala:

“...”

There is no lamentation, no anger, nothing floating in his profile illuminated by the moonlight. It was almost an innocent expression.

But for some reason, he looked… terribly sad.

Naala:

(Suren…)

His big, dependable, silent back. His usually imposing and dignified appearance seemed lonely tonight.

Perhaps I feel this way because the young man who’d normally be by his side isn’t there.

Naala:

“...”

Suddenly, a hot feeling welled up from deep within my chest. The feelings that slowly overflowed into my heart became an impulse that moved my legs.

I wanted to go up to him right now and snuggle against his back. The reason didn’t matter, I wanted to be at his side. The same way Suren had stayed by my side.

Suren:

“...”

Suren noticed me enter but did not look at me. He silently looked up at the moon and sipped his drink.

I remained silent and continued to sit next to him, listening to the sound of the insects.

Naala:

(...Ah.)

After a while, the bottom of his cup came into view.

When Suren was about to pour more, I took the bottle first and held it up lightly.

And what came out naturally was a sincere, heartfelt smile.

~Picture~

Naala:

“...Allow me, dear husband.”

Suren:

“...!”

Suren stared at me intently and then held out his cup.

During the pouring, no words are spoken to each other, and only the sound of cloth rustling echoes in the quiet room.

Suren:

“...”

Naala:

“...”

How long had he been sitting there, silently? As the moon passed the mid-sky, I heard a quiet mutter from beside me.

Suren:

“Apparently, the souls of the dead head for the moon.”

Naala:

“Yeah, I heard that the souls who have finished their journey in this life will live with the spirits on the moon.”

Suren:

“So that's why it’s so beautiful.”

Naala:

“...Yeah.”

After responding, I suddenly heard a drop of water. It wasn’t particularly cold, so condensation would be unusual. As I tried to figure out the source, I started to feel a lump in my throat.

Suren:

“...”

Naala:

“...”

Looking up at the moon, Suren stifles his voice, tears streaming down his face. Clear drops fall into his cup, trailing down his cheeks and chin.

Listening to the plopping sound, I poured more alcohol, daring not to turn my head to the side.

Suren:

“...You drink too.”

Naala:

“May I?”

Suren:

“A married couple having drinks together is neither good nor bad.”

Naala: 

“...Right.”

~End Picture~

Upon receiving the offered cup, Suren was the one who filled the cup this time.

Thus, on a night with a full moon, drinking together in a quiet room, I feel like I’m attending a sacred ceremony. 

Suren let out a deep chuckle, perhaps feeling the same way.

Suren:

“It’s like a wedding ceremony.”

Naala:

“We’ve only done the First Night Ceremony.”

Suren:

“Heh, sorry about that… I was kinda impatient.”

Naala:

“Hehe, you get impatient?”

Suren:

“I’m human, after all.”

Naala:

“Hmm, I wasn’t sure, since you’re so strong and all.”

Suren:

“Well, strength is my only talent.”

Naala:

“You say that, but I know it’s because you’ve worked yourself to the bone, haven’t you?”

Suren:

“...Hmm.”

I found it oddly cute the way he sniffled as if embarrassed.

If I said such a thing, he would probably sulk this time, so I stopped with a small smile.

Then, unexpectedly, my lips were stroked, and the tips of his fingers slid down my cheek.

Suren mutters with a feeling of earnestness.

Suren:

“...I really don’t want to break this bond.”

Naala:

“Huh?”

When I tilted my head, not understanding what he meant, Suren looked away once, pretended to think, and then looked me in my eyes.

Suren:

“There’s a rule in this country, that once a woman gives birth, she will be married to a different man.”

“It’s one of the policies enacted since the outbreak of The Rot, to ensure that Nasla has children.”

“However, there are exceptions, and only aristocrats are exempt from this law.”

Naala:

“...! This is my first time hearing this.”

Suren:

“It’s the first time I told you about it.”

Naala:

“...You kept quiet because it’d cause turmoil among the women.”

Suren:

“If you wanna call someone cowardly, it's me. Touya was trying to tell you all.”

Naala:

“...Then why did you want to keep this quiet?”

Suren:

“I thought it had nothing to do with me, as a future aristocrat. Honesty, I had no interest in any of the Rus women, except for you.”

Naala:

“Then why are you talking about it now? You don’t think I’ll tell the other women.”

Suren:

“If you want to, go ahead.”

Naala:

“Huh…”

Suren:

“Now… even I am wondering about this system.”

“To have one’s marital bond broken by a will other than one’s own is surely more painful than being slashed with a blade.”

Naala:

“...I wouldn’t have imagined those words coming from you.”

Suren:

“Heh, I’m surprised myself.”

Naala:

“...Is that the reason why you were particular about becoming an aristocrat?”

Suren:

“Mostly, anyway.”

I wasn’t expecting such a reply. If true, he’s a military man who’s amazingly devoted to his wife.

As my eyes widened and I was at a loss for words, Suren began to speak with a self-deprecating laugh.

Suren:

“My mother… was a kidnapped woman like you, from a southern island.”

He doesn’t know the details because it was more than 20 years ago, but it is said that Nasla waged war against a certain southern island nation during the reign of the previous king.

Maybe she was kidnapped during that time.

Suren:

“But she met my dad, she fell in love, and gave birth to me. If there was a miscalculation, it was the outbreak of The Rot afterward.”

Naala: 

“Did your mom end up with a different man…?”

Suren:

“Yeah. My lineage isn’t even close to that of an aristocrat, so of course the law was applied to my mother, and she was forced to marry a different man.”

“My dad was a pretty unfeeling guy, so he probably gave her up without a fight.”

Naala:

“...Your mother must have been sad.”

Suren:

“Probably. Disappointed, my mother ran away, saying she didn’t want to be held by another man.”

Naala:

“Did she escape?!”

Suren:

“Do you think a single woman can get past those guards?”

Naala:

“...Not likely.”

Suren:

“Furthermore, the guard who tried to stop her… messed up, and killed her.”

Naala:

“...!”

Suren:

“As a result, my house was accused of being one that couldn’t follow the rules, and my father took his anger out on me physically.”

“He’d say, “My pride has been hurt, thanks to your mother.””

Naala:

“But that wasn’t your fault.”

Suren:

“In retrospect, my dad was a pretty miserable guy. He died in battle alone, never having truly loved anyone.”

“I guess being raised by a guy like that messed with my senses.”

““Why do I have to feel miserable over a woman who abandoned me?” and “a woman’s fault”... somewhere in my heart, I held a grudge against all women.”

“It’s a pathetic story… but I think I was trying to regain some of my lost pride by feeling like they were something that needed to be protected.”

“But y’know, women are stronger than men.”

Naala:

“We’re not strong. We’re all weak.”

Suren:

“Even with weaknesses… you are strong. Strong, yet kind.”

Perhaps it’s due to the alcohol, but Suren seemed more relaxed than usual as he talked while gazing at the distant moon.

I’ve never seen him so vulnerable, like he let his walls down, or he’s not keeping his distance… Thinking about several words, I arrived at one.

Naala:(...Ah, yeah. This might be the side of himself that he shows to his wife.)

Thinking about it, my chest became strangely warm. Maybe it was happiness.

In the emotions, I found the proof that I had become Suren’s wife, and it made me feel a little embarrassed.

Suren:

“I can understand my mother’s feelings now. Having you taken away from me would be a fate worse than death.”

It feels like he’s hitting on me. But if I said that, this happy space would be destroyed, so I kept quiet and just looked at Suren’s face from the side.

As if drawn by my gaze, Suren turns to me.

Naala:

“...”

We’ve been intimate several times, and even shared the same bed… despite that, why do I feel excited now?

As I took a breath to calm my small heartbeat, a shadow suddenly fell in front of me.

While I was frozen in surprise, our lips met, and then quickly parted.

Naala:

“Wh-what?”

Suren:

“It’s a kiss, that’s what.”

Naala:

“I-I mean, I know that…”

He’s only ever kissed me quite passionately, so this light kiss… I feel embarrassed, as if we’re first-time lovers.

I turned my hot face down and this time a strong arm reached out and pulled my shoulders back. My body leaned to the side and my head rested on his muscular shoulder.

I was a little nervous as I listened to the voice falling from diagonally above me.

Suren:

“...I’ll be busy from now on.”

Naala:

“Can I ask what you intend to do?”

Suren:

“I’m probably aiming for the same thing you are.”

Naala:

“!... Did you know why I came here tonight?”

Suren:

“Yeah, because it’s you. I figured once you’d recovered, you’d try to set this continent straight, for those two.”

Naala:

“...”

Suren seemed to know that my original reason for coming here tonight was to ask for help in solving the fundamental problems that plague this continent.

In other words, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that came to utilize Suren’s influence, as he is the leader of the military.

Even if I was coming here for a just reason, I felt he’d be justified if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

That’s why I was nervous before coming here…

Naala:

“You always see through everything.”

Suren:

“Who do you think I am?”

Naala:

“Yeah yeah, you’re the strongest military commander, right?”

Suren:

“No. I’m your husband, I know what my wife is thinking at least.”

Naala:

“...You’re embarrassing.”

Suren:

“Yeah, maybe.”

~Picture~

Naala:

“Ahhh!”

Suren: 

“And to react so simply just by getting close like this… makes you pretty embarrassing.”

Suddenly, just as I was aware of him thrusting his hands into my sides, the next moment I was sitting on Suren’s lap.

Attracted by his words, I focused my attention on the area under my buttocks, and felt something hard…

Naala:

"Were you reacting while we were having a serious conversation?"

When I looked at him with an annoyed face, Suren snorted and bit my ear.

Suren:

"Calm down, it only happened just now. I couldn't resist your cute face."

Naala:

"I made no such face."

Suren:

"Oh no, but you did."

He pressed me against him as if to ask what I was going to do to him, and my face grew hot.

As I turned away in embarrassment, I was met with several feather-light kisses.

Naala:

“Mm…”

Suren:

“Naala…”

Gradually, our contact deepened, and he began to smoothly lick my palate.

Our saliva, which tasted of alcohol, mixed between our tongues.

Perhaps due to my intoxication, when he also began to stroke my spine at the same time, my lower abdomen began to ache more quickly than usual.

With each stroke of his large palm, heat built up deep in my waist.

Suren:

"What's this? It seems you’re getting excited too…"

Naala:

"Huh?!"

He traced the area between my legs over my clothes, making me jump in surprise.

He pressed and rubbed my center with his fingertips, and I could feel my sensitive bud swelling.

Naala:

"S-stop..."

Suren:

"No way. Come on, tell me... how do you really want me to touch you?"

His fingertips flicked my bud, and my toes tensed.

But this wasn't enough. I wanted him to touch me directly, to feel my skin.

I pleaded with him with my eyes, but Suren smiled mischievously and removed his hand from between my legs.

He gently caressed my lower leg, as if to stretch my toes that had curled with pleasure.

Being gradually stimulated from a distant part of me created a frustrating feeling almost to the point of insanity.

The more he teased me, the more nectar started to flow from deep within my body.

Suren:

"If you don't say anything, it will stay like this forever."

His hand, escaping my inner thigh, pulled back just before it reached my center, then dropped to my knee. I was frustrated that there was just that little bit more distance left.

I was frustrated that I had let Suren do as he pleased, and my eyes started to water.

Naala:

"Why are you being so mean..."

Suren:

"I just want to bully the cutie in front of me."

Naala:

"I'm not cute so don't bully me.”

Suren:

"Saying things like that only makes you even cuter..."

He suddenly put his hand inside my underwear, and before I had time to feel embarrassed, the depths of my petals were exposed.

The dry fingertips entangled my mucous membrane, making an obscene sound.

Suren:

"It makes me want to make you cry..."

Naala:

"Hii?!"

Suren:

"Wow, you're already all mushy... Did you really want me to touch you that badly...?"

As if to teach me a lesson, he squeezes and kneads my wet petals.

The quietness of the room makes the wet, squishy sounds all the louder.

My body temperature rises even more as my lewd behavior is demonstrated to me by both my hearing and my touch.

Naala:

"S-Suren..."

Waves of pleasure surge over me, and I instinctively grab onto his neck.

I hate the idea of ​​moaning and reaching orgasm alone.

Even though I try to divert my attention, Suren rubs hard against my sensitive spot and whispers.

Suren:

"Don't hold back, just go for it. Come on..."

Naala:

"Ah! Yaaahh...!"

My swollen buds are picked and crushed as if to tell me to stop, and my mind goes blank.

Naala:

"Huh... hah, haa, haa..."

My body relaxed from my orgasm, and rested on his broad chest.

As I was basking in the afterglow of pleasure, Suren pulled his hands out of my clothes and demonstrated to me.

Suren:

"...It tastes like it's ripe to eat."

Naala:

"You idiot! Stop it!"

Suren:

"Hey... can I put it in?

Naala:

"Y-you never listen to what I say anyway."

Suren:

"I've decided to respect your wishes from now on.”

Naala:

"Why are you respecting me now, of all times? Dummy, stupid idiot."

Suren:

"Well then, don’t mind if I do..."

~End Picture~

Suren declared, grinning and putting his hands on his underwear.

Touya:

“Suren, did you call me here tonight to show off your couple activities?”

Naala:

“Ahhh?! Wh-wh-wh-wh-why are you here, Touya?!”

Thinking about the embarrassment of having this lewd scene be witnessed I let out a scream-like voice. I stood up with a bounce and hurriedly adjusted my robe.

It’s embarrassing. So embarrassing that I could die.

Suren:

“Huh, you’re already here.”

Touya:

“I came right at the appointed time.”

Suren:

“You could have waited until we finished.”

Touya:

“Is that okay? What if listening to the lustful voice of your lovely bride excited something in me?”

“That corridor is too cold for enjoying oneself.”

Naala:

“...Kings aren’t supposed to make such dirty jokes.”

Touya:

“Even kings are men.”

Suren:

“If you touch her, even in your imagination, I’ll kill you.”

Nohl:

“My my. You are quite shameless, as usual, to go through the trouble of calling the king and his political assistant to witness your love affairs.”

Naala:

(Nohl coming out as well, this is no minor thing…)

“...I’ll bring a new bottle of alcohol.”

As I tried to leave the room and observe the situation, Touya blocked my way and shook his head slightly.

Touya:

“No. You stay here.”

Naala:

“But…”

Touya:

“Tonight is a memorable night, one where Suren and I have finally partnered up for real. You have the right to be here, as you’re the one who created this opportunity.”

With the two of them showing up here, I had some idea of what was going on.

Suren probably decided to work together with the king to solve the issues.

And that decision must deviate significantly from the current policies. That’s why the political assistant Nohl is also here.

Naala:

“...Did you come to talk about the women?”

Touya:

“More specifically, we’ve come here to solace the issues of the continent as a whole, beyond that…”

“No matter how much I may want it, my power alone isn’t enough to change things.”

“But things are different now. I have the strongest allies in Nohl and Suren.”

“And I also have you… a valuable ally who, with the spirit of Rus, can think about the continent as a whole.”

“Even though I’ve put you through some terrible hardships… and I know how this sounds coming from me, but I’m hoping for an alliance with Rus.”

Naala:

“Alliance?!”

Touya:

“For example, instead of bringing women here by force, women could live in Nasla by their own choosing, with permission. In return, we could send an appropriate compensation to Rus.”

“And on the contrary, Nasla men could also live in Rus, if they so desired.”

“Rus is now… facing a shortage of men due to the pains of war. If you think about that without getting emotional, it makes sense.”

“If the interests of both parties are aligned, the new law will have a better chance of being implemented successfully.”

I was taken aback by the sudden and concrete proposal. I’d thought that tonight, at best, we’d be talking about intentions.

I knew that Touya didn’t like the current policies from the start, but I didn’t think he’d thought ahead this far…

Naala:

“However, there’s always the risk that someone with money troubles will forcefully marry off their daughter.”

Nohl:

“Rather, isn’t it rare to marry someone other than a suitor that the parents have decided on? I wonder how many women in your country marry out of love.”

“According to rumor, a certain someone was also set to wed a suitor that their parents had decided…”

Naala:

“...”

Touya:

“Nohl. Both of us disagree with that opinion. If we want to normalize diplomatic relations, we shouldn’t start with such sad, forced relations.”

“You’d never be able to gain the trust of your wife, like some idiot we know.”

Suren:

“And who would that be?”

Touya:

“Putting that aside, enacting the new law will require careful discussion. On the contrary, we have to consider setting restrictions so that Rus doesn’t run out of women.”

Nohl:

“I wonder if our country’s gerontocracy… ah, pardon me, if our assembly will allow such concessions.”

Touya:

“If you weigh the benefits against the disadvantages, and show them that the benefits are far outweighed by the disadvantages, they won’t complain.”

“It’s your job to gather the information for that.”

Nohl:

“Hmm, this is quite the rewarding job, given that each and every task is quite difficult.”

Touya:

“Glad to hear it. It’s good to have goals in life.”

Naala:

“...”

(Since there are so many differences of opinion on the same policy, discussions between the two countries will likely be more difficult.)

(Even if an alliance is made, it will be a while before things settle down in Nasla…) 

As I watch their interaction, I anticipate the rough water that lies ahead.

While not a battle, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar throughout the continent.

As I was pondering this, Touya, who had returned to his serious face, stepped closer and took my hand.

Touya:

“Naala, I know this is a terrible thing to ask, but I will… Would you please become a bridge between our two countries?”

Naala;

“...I'm just an ordinary girl. I don’t think I have the power to be one of your allies.”

Nohl: 

“No, rather, you are the key right now.”

Naala:

“Huh…”

Nohl:

“Your position is the most important measure for the king’s desired alliance with Rus. Without it, it’s difficult to imagine our countries joining hands.”

Naala:

(My position…) 

“I’d like to think otherwise, but were you waiting for me to accept having become Suren’s wife?”

Nohl:

“Yes. You may not be motivated to work for the enemy, but if for the homeland of your beloved, you would choose to save both countries, would you not?”

Naala:

“...As usual, that beautiful face doesn’t suit your true ugliness.”

Nohl:

“I use whatever I can, be it mind or body. This is not an era where everything can be solved using beautiful methods.”

“I suspect you know that much.”

Naala:

“...”

Suren:

“I’m against putting her out there. If it doesn’t go well, Rus will end up resenting her.”

Nohl:

“That’s quite the convenient thing for you to say, Suren. Given how savvy you are, I’m sure you’ve gathered information, so you know that she…”

Suren:

“Is the king’s sister. I knew that from the start.”

Naala:

“?! No way… then why didn’t you say anything…”

Suren:

“I didn’t want a princess. I just wanted to marry you. I didn’t care about your status.”

Naala:

“Suren…”

Nohl:

“And how do you propose we form an alliance without her cooperation?”

Suren:

“I, the military commander, will go there in the king’s name. If the highest-ranking military officer goes to personally bow down to the king, it will save face over there.”

Naala:

“...! That’s unreasonable!”

Nohl:

“I am forced to agree. Are you planning to get yourself killed?”

Suren: 

“I’m not trying to commit suicide. I said it because I thought it’d be the most effective.”

Touya:

“If we mobilize the army, they may become wary.”

Suren:

“Who said anything about mobilizing? I’d be going on my own.”

Naala:

“Wh…”

Touya: 

“Don’t be stupid. You would be going to your death.”

Naala:

(He’s not wrong, him going would be effective but…)

As Nohl and Touya said, in the worst-case scenario, he’d be killed in retaliation for the war.

Nohl:

“Is there merit for you in going that far?”

Suren:

“Yeah, plenty. To create peace for my child that she’s going to give birth to.”

Naala:

“I still don’t have plans to…”

Suren:

“Then let’s do it tonight. Good timing.”

Naala:

“I’ll punch you.”

Suren:

“Haha.”

Touya:

“If you’re that prepared, I’ll believe in you, and trust you with my letter of intent.”

Nohl:

“I cannot agree to this, unless she accompanies him.”

Suren:

“That’s surprising. I thought you’d jump for joy if I died.”

Naala:

(What’s with this delicate topic now…) 

I alone am flabbergasted, remembering the rumors that circulated during the breakout of the ravenous beasts.

On the other hand, the two men seemed accustomed to it, and traded sarcastic bards.

Nohl:

“Your personality aside, I appreciate your abilities. We cannot afford to lose a natural treasure.”

“I do not want to cause any further harm to our military.”

Suren:

“You were pretty quiet when all the blood-thirsty guys around me got eaten by that monster, weren’t you?”

Nohl:

“I suppose you could say that. Well, I suppose it’s the law of nature that those who make useless movements will be hunted.”

Suren:

“Y’know, I worry that one day, you’ll be hunted too.”

Nohl:

“Thank you for your concern. However, you needn’t worry, as I will not do such a foolish thing.”

Suren:

“...”

Nohl:

“...”

Touya:

“Haha, you two are really close.”

Naala:

(I respect Touya for being able to end it like that.)

Nohl:

“At any rate, I have given my opinion.”

“For you as well, you missus, I pray that you will make wise choices.”

Naala:

“...”

Although spoken politely, the content is close to threatening. As I smiled wryly in a stunned manner, Touya patted my shoulder as if he were concerned.

Touya:

“Despite what I said earlier, I leave the final decision to you. I won’t blame you, no matter which way you choose.”

Naala:

“...Thanks. I will think about it.”

Touya:

“Well then. I hope the two of you will rest well.”

Naala:

“...Why didn’t you say anything about having called the two of them here?”

Suren:

“You’d understand once they came.”

Naala:

“Haah, you really are…”

Suren:

“What?”

Naala:

(Despite always being so cunning, he's sloppy in these areas.)

“Because… it’s too reckless of an idea to go to an enemy country by yourself. It’s too extreme.”

“Hey… are you serious?”

Suren:

“You think I was joking?”

Naala:

“...I’m against it.”

Suren:

“Then, are you saying you’ll come with me?”

Naala:

“I wonder why you think I wouldn’t.”

Suren:

“...For me?”

Naala:

“I’m not gonna tell the person who didn’t tell me about Touya and Nohl coming.”

Suren:

“What’s that? Say it now.”

Naala:

“No. If I do, you’ll refuse me coming with you.”

Suren:

“...”

Naala:

“So, it’s not for you. I’ll go with you for my sake, and for the future of my country and the continent.”

Suren:

“Do you think I’m the kinda guy who’d be happy putting his own wife in danger?”

Naala:

“Do you think I’m the kinda woman who’d be able to wait quietly at home?”

Suren:

“...You’re a troublesome woman.”

Naala:

“And that’s why you love me, right?”

Suren:

“I won’t tell someone who doesn’t listen to me.”

Naala:

“It can’t be helped. We are a similar couple, after all.”

Suren:

“...Well, that is right.”

• 
  

• There wasn’t a signal or anything like that, but we naturally held hands and looked up at the sky.

  I believe that the feelings we put towards the full moon are the same…

~END~