That night, Chizuru had another dream from the past.
The contrast between his jet-black short hair and his neat, chiseled profile was so beautiful that she couldn’t help but observe Lukurov’s every move.
Whether the feminine word “beautiful” could be applied to him or not remained a mystery.
In modern Japan, she would call him “cool,” but this term was too light-hearted to describe the moment.
It was interesting to get to know him. His behaviour changed with the situation, and he had that charm that she just couldn’t describe with words. If she thought he was fierce, he suddenly became calm and collected. Although he was harsh and strict, he was also gentle.
And Chizuru sat there unable to take her eyes off him.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on the fire?
Suddenly, Lukrov’s low voice brought Chizuru back to reality.
Before she knew it, Lukrov was looking at her with furrowed brows. Chizuru blushed. The branch she’d been using to stoke the fire had fallen to her feet, so she bent down to pick it up.
“I’m sorry…”
“I told you to stop apologizing so quickly, Chizuru.”
At that time, Chizuru and the others were camping by the stream of a small river deep in the mountains. It was night. They didn’t have any watches, so she couldn’t remember anything except that it was late at night. The surrounding area was filled with tents with pointed circular tops, and she just recently learned to accept this kind of outdoor camping and to not be picky about it.
Everyone except for Chizuru and Lukrov should have been asleep by now.
It was a quiet night, slightly cold but not to the point of freezing, and Chizuru was wearing a blanket over the comfortable shirt that she had borrowed from Edina.
While Lukrov was…
He was wearing what was called an “undergarment” here. Loose, ankle-length linen pants and a white long-sleeved shirt of the same fabric.
He waded into the river – the water level was just above his knees – and held a bow and arrow in one hand as he gazed into the water.
“What… are you doing?”
Lukrov didn’t answer Chizuru’s question.
However, a moment later she heard a short but spirited “Ha”, and looking at him, he was thrusting the arrow that was in his hand into the water. With a splashhhhh sound, the water splattered in all directions, and Lukrov lifted his arm up in a powerful motion.
“!?”
It was dark and so sudden that Chizuru had yet to process what had just happened.
However, Lukrov made his way back while making a rustling sound with the arrow still held in his hands. His figure in the dark looked even more beautiful.
He soon came right up to Chizuru’s side.
Chizuru held the tree branch close to her bosom as if trying to suppress the sound of her crazy heartbeats. She looked at the tall knight who came and stood close to her.
Since he was in his underwear, his strong, muscular body, which was usually hidden under his chainmail armor, was now bared to her, but…
Ah!
She lowered her face in embarrassment, and at that moment something was tossed down in front of her
It was a wet, slimy, black…thing. When Chizuru looked at it more closely, it turned out to be a fish, flapping its tail and fins in a struggle.
Chizuru forgot about the awkward moment and looked to him for an explanation.
“Eat,” Lukrov instructed.
“What?” Chizuru blinked a few times and looked back at the fish in front of her that made a small splash sound, trying to resist the oxygen.
“Raw.”
“Nani the fuck ?” <tl: don’t mind me she says “uh?”
That night, Chizuru had another dream from the past.
The contrast between his jet-black short hair and his neat, chiseled profile was so beautiful that she couldn’t help but observe Lukurov’s every move.
Whether the feminine word “beautiful” could be applied to him or not remained a mystery.
In modern Japan, she would call him “cool,” but this term was too light-hearted to describe the moment.
It was interesting to get to know him. His behaviour changed with the situation, and he had that charm that she just couldn’t describe with words. If she thought he was fierce, he suddenly became calm and collected. Although he was harsh and strict, he was also gentle.
And Chizuru sat there unable to take her eyes off him.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on the fire?
Suddenly, Lukrov’s low voice brought Chizuru back to reality.
Before she knew it, Lukrov was looking at her with furrowed brows. Chizuru blushed. The branch she’d been using to stoke the fire had fallen to her feet, so she bent down to pick it up.
“I’m sorry…”
“I told you to stop apologizing so quickly, Chizuru.”
At that time, Chizuru and the others were camping by the stream of a small river deep in the mountains. It was night. They didn’t have any watches, so she couldn’t remember anything except that it was late at night. The surrounding area was filled with tents with pointed circular tops, and she just recently learned to accept this kind of outdoor camping and to not be picky about it.
Everyone except for Chizuru and Lukrov should have been asleep by now.
It was a quiet night, slightly cold but not to the point of freezing, and Chizuru was wearing a blanket over the comfortable shirt that she had borrowed from Edina.
While Lukrov was…
He was wearing what was called an “undergarment” here. Loose, ankle-length linen pants and a white long-sleeved shirt of the same fabric.
He waded into the river – the water level was just above his knees – and held a bow and arrow in one hand as he gazed into the water.
“What… are you doing?”
Lukrov didn’t answer Chizuru’s question.
However, a moment later she heard a short but spirited “Ha”, and looking at him, he was thrusting the arrow that was in his hand into the water. With a splashhhhh sound, the water splattered in all directions, and Lukrov lifted his arm up in a powerful motion.
“!?”
It was dark and so sudden that Chizuru had yet to process what had just happened.
However, Lukrov made his way back while making a rustling sound with the arrow still held in his hands. His figure in the dark looked even more beautiful.
He soon came right up to Chizuru’s side.
Chizuru held the tree branch close to her bosom as if trying to suppress the sound of her crazy heartbeats. She looked at the tall knight who came and stood close to her.
Since he was in his underwear, his strong, muscular body, which was usually hidden under his chainmail armor, was now bared to her, but…
Ah!
She lowered her face in embarrassment, and at that moment something was tossed down in front of her
It was a wet, slimy, black…thing. When Chizuru looked at it more closely, it turned out to be a fish, flapping its tail and fins in a struggle.
Chizuru forgot about the awkward moment and looked to him for an explanation.
“Eat,” Lukrov instructed.
“What?” Chizuru blinked a few times and looked back at the fish in front of her that made a small splash sound, trying to resist the oxygen.
“Raw.”
“Nani the fuck ?” <tl: don’t mind me she says “uh?”
