He didn’t need a notebook. He would take it all in with his eyes and remember everything without missing anything. 

 What Rarien Claude wanted to do most. 

 What she liked best. When she smiled, and when she made troubled expressions. 

 He wanted to steal glimpses of everything down to the smallest preferences and habits. 

 For instance, Rarien Claude liked drinking tea with milk. 

 She really liked chocolate, and cream cakes too. 

 At libraries or bookstores, once she focused on a book, she wouldn’t notice even if someone lingered in front of her. 

 Thanks to that, he could steal glances from very close by, which was nice. 

 Rarien went to watch plays and laughed, and also attended piano concerts. She must have liked paintings best, as she couldn’t leave the museum displaying masterpieces for quite a while. 

 She bought a medium-sized sketchbook that was easy to carry around, and bought lots of conté crayons as if planning to draw extensively. 

 At some point, she started skipping meals and mainly ate fruit. Sometimes she would buy shaved ice. 

 ‘Without someone to take care of you, you’re quite a mess.’ 

 Despite taking such meticulous care of others, without anyone to nag her, she was on track to just snack like a child. 

 Nicholas secretly paid at the stores Rarien frequently visited and ordered them to give her only the best things when she came. 

 Rarien probably thought those special things were ordinary. It was the same when she stayed at inns. 

 When she booked a regular room and went in, he would add money and tell them to change it to the best room. He personally checked if the bed wasn’t too hard, if security was okay, and even the hygiene conditions before paying. 

 Still not feeling assured, he stayed in the room right next door. 

 Though he didn’t particularly prefer places like inns, he could barely tolerate it out of wanting to be near Rarien. 

 ‘Sorry for being a perverted stalker.’ 

 Sorry, but thinking that Rarien was sleeping in the next room, he couldn’t resist the urge to m*sturbate. 

 He had to control himself well to prevent the mishap of not being able to hold back and appearing before her to pounce on her. 

 He frantically stroked his c*ck while thinking of Little Rien or imagining Rarien Claude’s back view as she walked with tiny steps. 

 After wandering around the busy streets for a few days, Rarien, having seemingly done everything she wanted to do, got a boat ticket at the port. 

 The final destination was a small island. 

 Thanks to that, he could quickly set aside worries about pregnancy. Since she seemed to be suffering from unrelenting seasickness, he called a doctor. She was pregnant. 

 Should he inevitably have s*x with her while she’s sleeping? 

 It’s a bit trashy but can’t be helped to save her. 

 While making various rationalizations and waiting for an opportunity to have s*x… it ended up being regrettable. 

 The elderly couple at the lodging where Rarien stayed were also targets of bribery. 

 Since everything would be in vain if she miscarried, he repeatedly emphasized the need to take thorough care of her. 

 Counting the days he had confirmed from the zinnia pot, when the last day came, he thought: 

 ‘The last afternoon at least… couldn’t that be conceded to me?’ 

 When his thoughts reached that point, his heart swelled uncontrollably. Nicholas Reinhart decided to appear before Rarien Claude. 

 It’s true that the real thing is better than the fake. But how scared and anxious must she be alone. 

 Though he knew it was a gloomy thought, he thought it would be good to appear beside her then, become her support, and score some points. 

 “You should concede at least the last day to me.” 

 …Yes, at least the last day. 

 “Even if just for one day, I want to be your husband.” 

 He hoped she would forgive even the most beautiful lie in the world. 

 “No, I will be Rarien Claude’s forever.” 

 Since he quickly added truth to the lie. 

 ***

 “Oh my. You’re so beautiful.” 

 Sera Evotte made a fuss upon seeing Rarien in her wedding dress. Why did that nuisance have to stubbornly crawl all the way here to interfere. Nicholas, who had been lingering at the door holding a bouquet, was thoroughly irritated by the unexpected visitor. 

 “What? Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride’s dress before the wedding?” 

 Sera Evotte, who had only poked her head through the door, shot back snippily. 

 “Nicholas Reinhart. Get out right now.” 

 To think he had a cousin, that he’s sharing blood with such a tomboy. He was annoyed when she caused trouble at the temple claiming to be reflecting too. 

 He didn’t like that she gave Rarien that dirty book called  or whatever either. 

 Anyway, she was a girl who wasn’t helpful in life. He thought the ugly traits of the Reinharts must have definitely come from the Evotte side. 

 To have such a person as a bridesmaid…

 Though he hated seeing her, what could he do. Rarien and Sera Evotte seemed almost like sisters. 

 Nicholas, who was about to snap back, took a deep breath and handed over the bouquet. 

 “I’d like this delivered to my wife.” 

 “It’s before the wedding. She’s not your wife yet.” 

 Sera Evotte rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Lady Evotte. Would you please deliver this to Lady Claude?” 

 “Do it, sister, go ahead.” 

 “……” 

 When he glared at her with murderous eyes, Sera Evotte grinned and snatched the bouquet. 

 “Oh, what flower is this?” 

 “Secret.” 

 “Come on. Everything’s a secret.” 

 When Nicholas avoided giving a direct answer, she kept grumbling. 

 “Fine. I have a secret too. You should be careful today.” 

 “Of what.” 

 “Rarien is super-pretty today. If you don’t want someone else to steal her, you better stay alert.” 

 Sera stuck out her tongue and slipped into the room where the bride was waiting. 

 ***

 After the wedding, the moment Nicholas Reinhart had been waiting for most arrived. It was the wedding night for the new Grand Ducal couple. 

 Seeing Rarien standing quietly by the door in a flowing negligee, covering her front, Nicholas felt all his reason fly away. 

 Wearing a nightgown and lounging casually on the sofa, Nicholas couldn’t wait any longer and strode over. 

 Thanks to that, Rarien found herself instantly trapped between Nicholas and the door. 

 As he was about to press his lips against hers without delay… 

 “…W-wait a moment.” 

 Rarien stopped him. 

 “Why.” 

 “Th-that, during pregnancy, rough intercourse… they say it can cause miscarriage.” 

 “You think I wouldn’t know that much?” 

 Such needless worry… From the moment he confirmed her pregnancy, he had collected all related information. Nicholas softly kissed Rarien’s round forehead. 

 “I’ll be as gentle as possible.” 

 “Mm.” 

 “Or I could just suck you instead.” 

 And he lifted Rarien up like a princess and walked unhesitatingly to the bed. 

 “Wait, wait, wait…!” 

 What else could she be so curious about. Rarien squirmed. 

 Nicholas placed Rarien on the large bed and climbed on top of her to prevent her from escaping. 

 “What now.” 

 “I’m curious about something.” 

 Could it be, she’s curious about the curse? He knew she would ask someday, but why at such an important moment? 

 He had prepared an appropriate answer in advance. Still, it was a bit troublesome now since things were urgent. 

 He should just answer that Madam Rosalie was a quack and trash who had scammed them. Come to think of it, that’s half true, isn’t it? 

 “Since it’s urgent, speak quickly. I’ll answer anything.” 

 “Um… the bouquet. What flower is it? I’ve never seen it before.” 

 F*ck, why is she so simple and cute. When Sera Evotte asked it was just annoying… but everything Rarien Claude did was just impossibly lovable. 

 This is why I have to admit she’s my only weakness. 

 He let out a long sigh and pulled Rarien’s hand to the front of his pants. 

 Making her feel his ominously swollen p*nis by rubbing it gently, he asked. 

 “Someone’s dying of urgency here. Are you really that curious about mere flowers?” 

 “B-because… I heard Your Excellency specially prepared it for me. Once we start having s*x… I didn’t think I could ask.” 

 “Again, again. Calling me Your Excellency. You should call me husband.” 

 Chu, Nicholas kissed her with an audible sound as if punishing her mistake. 

 “It’s globe amaranth.” 

 “Globe amaranth?” 

 “Yes.” 

 After answering, Nicholas showered kisses gradually from her cheek to her soft earlobe and down her neckline. 

 “What was its flower meaning again…” 

 He suddenly sat up and pulled Rarien’s hand to make her undress his nightgown. 

 With a thud, the fabric fell away revealing his sculpture-like n*ked body. 

 “Was it fascination…” 

 And he made her hands caress his straight collarbone and firm chest in order. When her hands sliding lower touched his er*ect member. 

 “I think there was also… eternal love…” 

 He overlapped their hands and firmly stroked the shaft of his c*ck. prec*m leaked out and soon wet, sticky friction sounds could be heard. 

 Then as if he couldn’t hold back anymore, he lowered his body and ground his c*ck languidly against her body while joining their lips. 

 After their tongues and mucous membranes mixed wetly for a long while, they separated with a moist sound. When his dizzy vision cleared, her flushed face came into view. 

 Those brilliant golden eyes held only her within them. 

 “And they say it blooms for a thousand days.” 

 “A thousand days?” 

 “Yes.” 

 Wow, there are flowers like that. When Rarien couldn’t hide her amazement, finding it cute, he showered kisses on her nose, cheeks, forehead, and lips. 

 “I’ll give you another after a thousand days.” 

 …Stay by my side even after a thousand days. Even after two thousand days. 

 He murmured hazily as he deeply pressed their lips together. 

 After this life ends. We will probably fall into hell. 

 But don’t worry. 

 Wherever you are, I will follow, and even if that place is hell. Rarien Reinhart. I will surely make it heaven for you alone. 

<TOP SECRET: Nicholas Reinhart>

 — Handler: Nicholas Reinhart only, strictly forbidden to others 

 So this was top secret information that Rarien Claude must never know. 

 — The Tempted Priest Is Going To Hell! THE END —

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