Since that day, the two clung to each other every day like adolescent boys who had just opened their eyes to sex.

On the bed, in the process of managing the territory, whenever their eyes met, they would stick together, overlapping lips, caressing each other’s bodies, and joining their lower parts. As if their past platonic behavior had been a lie, they acted addicted, unable to forget the pleasure felt the moment they united.

“Ah-heu-euk…”

Nathan lay prone on the desk, trembling at the pleasure concentrating in his lower body. It was because Azar had taken his member into his mouth.

“Haa, Azar… wait, Azar… Ah, ungh…”

As the wet mucous membrane stuck to the most sensitive part, it felt like his reason would fly away. Every time he sucked hard on it, his thighs trembled automatically, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Whenever Azar mumbled on his member as if rolling candy in his mouth, Nathan twitched his waist and struggled.

Rustle.

Paper crumpled under his hand. The hand organizing documents had stopped long ago. How could he focus on work with this sensation? While flustered by his lover’s behavior of burying his face in his crotch, unspeakable pleasure welled up. At the sexual sensation spreading slowly, Nathan exhaled a heated sigh.

The wet tongue swept the shaft and then persistently rummaged the front. He tried to hold back because Azar had been licking and sucking hard for a while now, but the climax was already right in front of him.

Nathan grabbed the soft golden hair as if stroking it and pulled back slightly, meaning for him to stop. But Azar only swallowed him deeper.

“Stop, I said stop… Ah, I think I’m coming…”

Despite those words, the suction force showed no sign of decreasing. Rather, because he sucked hard making lewder sounds, Nathan eventually ended up releasing inside his mouth.

Gulp, the movement of Azar’s throat was vividly felt. Nathan trembled finely in the afterglow of ejaculation. He panted, his eyelids fluttering.

“I told you… to take it out…”

Only then did Azar lift his head from the crotch. Nathan found a handkerchief and offered it. Spitting out the remaining semen he had half-swallowed into it, Azar smiled with his eyes crinkled.

feeling spiteful for no reason, Nathan pressed down gently on Azar’s bulging crotch with his toe.

“Ugh, Nathan…”

Azar growled in his throat like a beast and rubbed his cheek against Nathan’s thigh. Every time his hot breath touched, the part below twitched again.

Feeling his body anticipating what came next, Nathan felt a bit sheepish. Pointlessly applying a little more force to his toe and pressing down on Azar’s member, he felt it growing in volume.

Seeming to endure for a moment, Azar raised his body. perhaps because he was excited, the hand pulling down his pants was somewhat rough. Azar grabbed his legs familiarly and spread them. Gently stroking the area that was slightly swollen from doing it yesterday too, Azar hurriedly inserted his hand.

But the two couldn’t continue after that.

Because Calypse barged in unexpectedly.

It was fortunate that Azar noticed intuitively beforehand and managed to tidy up their disheveled clothes somehow; otherwise, it would have been a disaster.

…Anyway, in this manner, it was usually close to the vigorous Azar rushing at Nathan, but sometimes there were times when Nathan wanted it first.

***

Side Story. Meanwhile, Elsewhere.

It was the third year since the three left the Nover territory. Only recently did they stop by the capital.

During that time, the three had traveled outside the Shekira Kingdom, wandering other kingdoms on a journey under the guise of adventure. When Ramiya said she would go alone, Remberton followed, and Ali accompanied them, saying it was a bit regrettable to return to the forest already.

Throughout the trip, the three bickered often and sometimes fought with hurt feelings over useless things, but they were having fun. Of course, sometimes they felt lonely, feeling Azar’s empty spot. But thinking he must be doing well with Nathan, they sent letters whenever they thought of him.

Wandering for three more years like that, Ramiya still had many things she wanted to do and places she wanted to visit. Only after Remberton said he had to return to the Marquisate soon did the trio’s journey come to a period.

Arriving in the capital, the three first informed the royal family of Azar’s disappearance. Naturally, people flipped out. Only King Elphinesse, who knew the news by talking beforehand, maintained composure.

Although the topic of searching for the Hero was raised as an agenda, and there was nonsense about punishing the three who failed to protect the Hero, such words were stifled at Elphinesse’ level.

To prevent the chaos that would come to the world if this fact became known, the news of the Hero’s disappearance was not announced to the public.

And they finally returned the Holy Relic, which had been a nuisance. In this process too, there was backlash from the temple side claiming that the Holy Relic should be kept in the temple since it was a gift from God, but since the things they committed were not actions that could be glossed over just because three years had passed, the Holy Relic safely passed into Elphinesse’ hands and was displayed in a corner of the royal palace.

And so, everything was truly wrapped up.

Remberton returned to the Marquisate in the capital, and Ramiya and Ali stayed in the royal palace for a while before slipping out of the capital not long after. It was because news reached them through Elphinesse that the Lionheart Dukedom was looking for Ramiya. Asking why they were looking for her now, Ramiya was disgusted at once and fled in the night.

After that, Ramiya moved to the Elf Forest guided by Ali.

The elves welcomed him warmly as an invited guest. Ali gave Ramiya a house in a corner of the village as promised before. Thanks to that, Ramiya was able to spend a leisurely life for a while again.

As the time of elves flowed slowly, life in the forest was very peaceful. However, for Ramiya, who had a wanderlust, staying in one place for a long time was absurd.

It was at most half a year that he spent leisurely in the forest. Even that might have been much shorter if not for running around the forest to hunt following the elves, or following as an escort when going to nearby villages or cities for exchange with other races.

To leave the forest and go on a journey again, Ramiya sought out Ali.

“You’re leaving?”

Ali blinked as if bewildered, then drooped his ears.

Perhaps because the flow of time was different from theirs. During that time, Ali still hadn’t shed his youthful look. Still, his hair, now quite long and braided, and his height, which had grown much taller than Ramiya, made him look a little mature.

“I thought you would stay for a few more years…”

“A few years, what nonsense. Even this was a long stay.”

At that, Ramiya shook his head vigorously and answered. Although it weighed on his mind that Ali was sad, that couldn’t hold his feet back.

“So, I plan to leave as soon as preparations are done. Dispose of the house I used as you see fit.”

“I’ll just leave it.”

“Huh?”

Ali put down the quill pen he was scribbling with with a thud and spoke quite firmly.

“That’s your house, Raya. I gave it to you. I’ll manage it, so use it if you happen to pass by near here.”

“Uh… But who knows when I’ll come? Isn’t it too wasteful?”

“To us, it’s a moment.”

Saying that, Ali shrugged.

Lately, Ali had been called here and there a lot as a representative of harmony. Because the Hero’s party evaporated in the middle, Ali also needed to be careful about external activities, but since he was in the position of representing elves, it was hard to pull out.

Well, he whined often saying he still had lots of time but everyone called him too much, unable to shake his childhood habit. So Ramiya still saw him as something like a younger brother…

‘At times like this, he acts mature again.’

Ramiya stroked Ali’s head roughly as if he was quite commendable.

“Do that then. I’ll stop by often!”

“Tch.”

Two weeks later, Ramiya bade farewell to Ali and left the village.

Ramiya, who acted like he would leave the very next day, couldn’t leave the forest due to sudden torrential rain. Perhaps a belated rainy season had come, but he couldn’t even go out of the village because of the fiercely pouring rain. Eventually, waiting for the rain to stop, two weeks had passed.

“Huh?”

Walking out of the forest trudgingly like that, a familiar person was standing in front of him.

“You’re out.”

It was Remberton, carrying a heavy-looking luggage bag on his shoulder.

“What the? Why are you here?”

Perhaps because it was the first time seeing him in almost half a year, Ramiya was quite glad.

“How have you been?”

Ramiya grabbed Remberton and chattered. What did the Marchioness say when you returned, did your brother act petty again, are the twins doing well—although they were terrible kids, they were cute, so as Ramiya asked after them, Remberton looked down at him quietly and answered one by one.

“You came at a good time. I was just about to leave anyway, we almost missed each other. Right?”

Pat, pat, patting Remberton’s back with his palm, Ramiya laughed heartily.

“It’s good to see your face before leaving. You came to see Ali, right? He’s busy these days, but if you go now, you might be able to see him? Then I’m going. Take care.”

Ramiya patted his shoulder lightly a couple of times and set out on the road past him with a refreshed feeling.

Remberton sighed shortly and followed behind such a Ramiya.

“…?”

At first, Ramiya wondered ‘Are we going the same way?’, but after walking silently for a long time, he soon realized Remberton was following him and freaked out.

“W-what? Why are you following me? Didn’t you return to the Marquisate, get recognized for your contribution, and become the successor?!”

Didn’t he hear just a moment ago that the Marchioness was very satisfied? That he would push aside the eldest son who only slacked off and become the successor?

To Ramiya, who screamed in panic telling him to stop following, Remberton spoke as if telling a trivial story.

“I left the family completely.”

“What?”

“I had nowhere to go now.”

So what do you want me to do? Ramiya stared at Remberton with confused eyes.

Here, a brief pause. It’s a sudden story, but Remberton Varcella loves Ramiya Lionheart.

And regrettably, it is a fairly recent event that he realized this.

Spending half a year apart, he became aware of his feelings. Perhaps because they had been stuck together tiresomely all that time, or because of the thought ‘Me? Ramiya? That colt?’, he might have ignored his feelings for Ramiya even more.