A Hero Saves With Her Body - ✿ dusk blossoms ✿

She swallowed hard and began to retreat. No, he wouldn’t let her escape. Raiden roughly grabbed her wrist.

“Answer me!”

“Damn it, Raiden!”

Emmett, who had woken up late, urgently grabbed Raiden’s arm. But he too was at a loss for how to explain the situation.

Raiden glared at Emmett’s wavering eyes and asked,

“Was this it, Emmett?”

Raiden let out a hollow laugh. The reason Emmett, who should have been in Monchen, had come here defying the Emperor’s order.

“Did you come here because you fell in love with this woman?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Raiden!”

Emmett, suddenly enraged, grabbed Raiden by the collar. Raiden reflexively squinted at the strong grip.

Judging by his reaction, there was no need to hear an answer. Emmett liked this woman. Enough to go crazy and enter the boundary.

“Stop. Stop it.”

Unable to endure the tense atmosphere, Rosé pleaded.

If you think about it, she should be the one questioning why they were here.

They said the boundary was none of the imperial family’s concern. So why did they come and make things difficult?

She didn’t know why they had come this far, but one thing was clear: Raiden suspected her of being the Black Cloak.

Yes. No matter how she thought about it, there was no reason for the rustic Rosé Mora to be inside an unclosed boundary.

Rosé clenched her fists. No matter how much she racked her brain, she couldn’t find a way out. The only option left was…

“Sir Raiden, I’ll tell you. I am…”

“You don’t need to say anything.”

At that moment, Emmett blocked her. Raiden’s thick eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t know why, but it made him feel uncomfortable.

“Stop it, Raiden.”

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t make things difficult for her.”

Emmett hid her behind his back. Raiden couldn’t even laugh anymore.

Was the best solution he could think of in this situation to cover the woman’s body?

“Since when?”

“Raiden.”

“Since when did you know, Emmett?”

Raiden, dropping his hand helplessly, asked with an empty expression. Rosé also glanced at Emmett.

It was a question she had been curious about from the beginning. When had this man started suspecting her?

‘Was it my butt…?’

Rosé glanced at her own butt.

Sure, it was an excellent butt. Plump flesh and a well-rounded glute. The perfect harmony of flesh and muscle.

‘Sir Emmett must be a butt connoisseur.’

But surely he wouldn’t answer, ‘Of course, I recognized you by your butt.’

Rosé anxiously waited for Emmett’s answer.

“I have no reason to answer you.”

‘Phew…’

Of course. He couldn’t tell his colleague he recognized her by her butt.

While Rosé felt relieved, Raiden gritted his teeth at Emmett’s evasive answer. Then he cursed under his breath when he met Rosé’s gaze.

Raiden, who had responded to the newspaper’s interview for the Black Cloak, who had looked for a position in the knight order for the Black Cloak, who had habitually bought weapons suitable for a woman for the Black Cloak.

‘All for the daughter of Lian Mora…’

“Damn it!”

Raiden paced back and forth to cool his head. He and the knights had come here to save this woman. The daughter of the traitor Lian Mora.

It was indeed a situation that warranted cursing. But…

Raiden glared at Rosé with fierce eyes. Nevertheless, this was the order of the Crown Prince. They came here to rescue the Black Cloak.

‘Today will be the last time I deal with this woman.’

Raiden stared at Rosé for a while longer, then roughly ran his hand through his hair with a sigh.

There was no time. Before sunset, he had to take this unlucky woman to the knights and get out of here.

“Put this on.”

Raiden reached behind his shoulder and handed Rosé the blue cloak he was wearing.

Rosé blinked her eyes, unable to take the cloak. Raiden impatiently gestured for her to take it, speaking irritably.

“If you go back looking like that, you’ll ruin the reputation of the Blue Knight Order.”

Raiden said, casting a sharp glance at Emmett.

The Commander of the Blue Knight Order caught mixing bodies with his mistress during a mission.

It wouldn’t just ruin the reputation of the Blue Knight Order, but also tarnish the honor of the Emperor who had entrusted him with the Second Princess.

“Thank you, Sir Raiden.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s a charity less than what I’d give to a passing dog.”

Rosé, biting her lip, draped Raiden’s cloak over her dress.

She hadn’t noticed in her drowsiness, but now she saw that her dress was as tattered as if a dog had chewed on it. She understood why Emmett had desperately tried to cover her body.

There was a hole below her chest, the side seam was torn like a burst kimbap, and the skirt was ripped up to her knees…

‘Phew, thank goodness the cloak is large.’

Thanks to Raiden’s tall stature, the cloak was large enough to cover her face. It couldn’t cover her entire body like the black cloak, but it was still something.

Rosé, with her small hands, struggled to make the cloak look presentable. Fortunately, thanks to the baby golem’s claws in her inventory, she didn’t need to find a pin to secure it.

“But, um… where are we going back to?”

Rosé, pulling the hastily made cloak hood over her head, asked Raiden. He seemed a bit surprised to see her transformed into a blue cloak and widened his eyes.

“…To the Restilia Forest. The members are waiting there.”

Raiden sighed and explained to Rosé, who still looked confused.

“The knight order came here because of you. To retrieve you, who was reported missing.”

“Uh… because of me?”

Raiden let out a deeper sigh as he looked at Rosé’s innocent smile.

He felt foolish for not thinking to look under the cloak until now.

If he had known she was such a clueless woman, he wouldn’t have had such high expectations and he wouldn’t be so disappointed now.

“It was an order from His Highness the Crown Prince.”

Raiden walked past the startled Rosé towards the door with long strides.

Emmett, reluctantly walking, stopped and looked back at Rosé.

“How are you feeling?”

He took her hand. Although he stayed by her side all night, infusing her with hex, he was still worried. The visible demonic poison might have been healed, but the internal injuries might still remain.

“If there’s any pain, please tell me.”

Emmett intertwined his fingers with hers, urging her. Rosé felt awkward with his sudden closeness. Why was this man acting like this…

‘Oh right. I sucked him off.’

Pssh.

Remembering the events of the previous night, steam seemed to rise from the top of her head as her cheeks turned bright red.

What happened yesterday was something even she hadn’t anticipated. Even though her body was in terrible pain, how could she have thought of doing such a thing?

No matter how hungry she was for stats, it was too much to do that to the person who saved her.

‘Sir Emmett must have been scared…’

Rosé gently pulled her hand away and whispered.

“I’m fine. So don’t worry and let’s go.”

It was meant for him, but Emmett’s expression hardened instantly. He grabbed her retreating hand roughly.

“Sir Emmett…?”

Rosé squinted up at Emmett.

His expression was dark, like someone who had been robbed of what was rightfully his. The man, who usually had a cold demeanor, was now frowning, making her instinctively shrink back.

Though he had been fierce last night, his refusal had seemed cute. But now, he looked like a completely different person.

“We should go. Sir Emmett. To where the members are…”

Rosé tried to calm Emmett, feeling a cold sweat. He finally realized and stepped back, releasing her hand.

“I’m sorry.”

Emmett looked confused. Did he think their relationship had changed because of last night’s incident?

Rosé pondered but eventually concluded that it wasn’t the case.

Emmett had a fiancée to whom he had promised his future. Although engagements in noble society were often dull, a man as pure as him wouldn’t dream of another future.

Wasn’t his hidden f*tish a ‘kiss of true love’?

‘An affair… would be impossible.’

Recalling what happened with Ethan, Rosé clicked her tongue silently.

“Let’s go, Emmett.”

Emmett clenched his outstretched hand into a fist and nodded reluctantly.

* * *

Patrick wandered around the forest, picking up and putting down his binoculars.

It was already nearing sunset. The retreat time Raiden had mentioned was approaching.

The members anxiously awaited Patrick’s decision. With Raiden absent, Patrick was the only one authorized to lead the operation.

Patrick nervously ruffled his hair and squatted under a tree.

Once night fell, the Restilia Forest would no longer be safe. The monsters would smell them and attack.

“Damn it!”