episode_0036

Deltan’s eyes sank.

My gaze was focused on Agnes’ face, and many thoughts were passing through my mind.

It was a thought. It was a process to build empathy with patients, something he did quite often when he was still a doctor.

The habit created through training to overcome the weakness of poor empathy remains.

‘why… .’

Why do you want to dance? What does dance mean to her?

What thoughts might she have had throughout this banquet, and what effect would this have had on her?

Deltan wanted to reveal the nature, life, and desires of Agnes Levadein that he knew.

However, since she was always sly, I couldn’t know much about her.

That was the answer that Deltan gave after much thought.

“… It’s just one song. If you just do this, you will really go.”

As always, the answer is to maintain an appropriate distance.

Agnes’ smile brightened.

It was a beauty that was not lacking even if it was violence.

“Yes.”

When Deltan stood up, a composition was naturally created where he was looking down at Agnes. He felt awkward looking at Agnes’ face, so he looked away.

The place where his eyes were directed was the hall, a place for dancing. I guess I can roughly adjust it in a corner somewhere.

“Let’s go.”

The moment he said that and started walking, murmurs arose throughout the banquet hall.

Agnes giggled.

“I think it’s amazing that you dance.”

“It must be surprising because you danced instead of me. And can’t you see? The look in my eyes is awe. Awe that even you were healed and made able to dance.”

“Are you showing off?”

“I was telling the truth.”

Even as they continued to whisper, the two continued to move forward steadily.

Those in front of the path they were walking on moved out of the way, as if they had to, and made way for them.

It was a path that led to the very center of the hall.

“We are the main characters.”

“This is what happens when flattery is too much.”

Deltan’s expression was irritated.

I thought there was no reason to go all the way to the center and dance.

Of course, Agnes thought differently.

She didn’t stop walking until she reached the center of the hall.

“Getting attention. I think it’s pretty good.”

“You’ll get sick of it soon. It’s annoying to have eyes following you.”

“Well.”

Two people stood in the middle of the stage.

“Can you dance?”

“Yes, I learned it when I was young.”

“You mean you don’t know.”

“I know.”

“Just because you have theoretical knowledge does not mean you can learn it. Dancing is.”

“If you think about it that way, you don’t dance either.”

“I tried it.”

To be exact, it happened in the past before I fell here.

The hospital where Deltan worked held a large charity party every year-end, and Deltan danced several times to socialize with the sponsors.

Agnes’ expression became mysterious.

“With whom?”

“Money line.”

“Umm.”

Agnes made a noise as if she was thinking about something, but did not ask any further questions.

Deltan immediately placed his hand on her waist as if he had no interest in her appearance.

It was the basic stance of a waltz.

The discrepancy between a jazz song and a waltz was something that Deltans were not yet familiar with, but when you think about it, it was unavoidable. This is a different world from Earth. Even if there is music in a similar context, isn’t it natural for its origin, origin, and direction of development to be different?

‘Jazz wasn’t such a slow song.’

Jazz on Earth was an exciting form of music played with trumpets and cellos. The dance movements were that intense.

However, unlike the composition of the instrument, the jazz here flowed in a fairly slow and static form.

Even thinking about cancer is not something I am used to.

Deltan opened his mouth, thinking about such things.

“Walk roughly.”

“Can I step on your foot?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll make a mistake.”

“Rotten bitch.”

Agnes smiled and placed her left hand on Deltan’s shoulder. Their right hands were held together.

Just right. Just right. The sound of the beat was softly heard.

Soon the footsteps fell.

As the two people slowly moved in unison in the very center of the banquet hall, other sounds gradually quieted down. Someone exclaimed ‘Ah’ at the sight of a man and woman looking at each other in slow motion.

It’s as if that place is a different world. Those present had such thoughts in mind.

The alluring smile of a woman resembling a spring flower and the indifferent face of a man resembling a flower were very picturesque. The fluttering of the white and pink dress and the hem of the black tailcoat that guided the movement were like a mirage that existed only in someone’s imagination.

It was a scene so beautiful and eye-catching that a hazy light appeared on the faces of Yeongsik and the ladies as they watched it.

There was a question that naturally came to their minds.

What words will their lips spit out now? What kind of sweet words are being shared in whispers hidden by music?

For them, it was just an imagination they came up with through visible scenes, and it was an imagination that was far from reality.

“I told you not to step on my feet.”

Deltan and Agnes did not have a very romantic relationship.

“Mistakes.”

“Damn. It’s not a mistake, it’s intentional. Do you think I don’t even know that?”

“I’m overly self-conscious.”

The dialogue overshadowed by the music is offensive.

There was not even a hint of sweetness in the whispers to each other.

There was only bad-tempered pranks and anger about them.

The Deltan’s brow furrowed nicely.

“Is this why you asked me to dance?”

“No, I just wanted to be with you.”

“You do everything except confession? There is nothing I can’t say.”

“Because you have to confess. As much as I regret it, I just do other things.”

Deltan wrinkled his expression as if he was disgusted.

Agnes made an even more satisfied face.

“Do you know? I like it best when I see you up close like this. The changes in facial expressions can be seen in detail.”

“The opposite of me. I hate getting close to you the most.”

“Because it’s so pretty?”

“The smiling face is annoying.”

“Too much.”

Agnes did not take her eyes off Deltan. I persistently looked into his golden eyes.

It was to the point where Deltans felt the pressure.

As soon as I turn my head, my pride gets hurt again. I feel like I lost.

Deltan glared at her cherry-colored eyes in annoyance.

At that moment, the music changed.

A posture in which a woman spins in place while holding a man’s hand.

It was an easy move that even Agnes could do.

Deltan’s hand was raised and Agnes carefully took a turn underneath it. And then it settled back into Deltan’s arms.

“How was it?”

“What.”

“You don’t dance well?”

“Because I led it well.”

“Praise me.”

Another slow tune.

Agnes moved slowly and waited for Deltan’s answer.

It must be quite a pleasant tension.

Agnes thought about that and focused on what was being said.

The temperature in the banquet hall was warm and the ceiling was high, so it felt quite refreshing.

Just right. Just right. The beats and murmurs mixed under the tune, as well as the focused gaze, gave a different commotion than the bedroom I usually stayed in.

It was an unfamiliar stimulus. Of course, it didn’t make a deep impact, but it was enough to provide a moment of excitement.

“Compliment?”

“Well done. Are you done?”

“Yes.”

Agnes thought.

Perhaps the reason these things feel more clearly is because the person I am with is Hebron, a Deltan.

It must be the excitement of knowing that today’s events will be engraved in his lifetime.

“You also took my first dancing experience.”

“What should I do?”

“I thought that Deltan Hebron might not be a demon hunter but a first-time hunter.”

What I want is his memories and emotions.

The reason for saying such monstrous words was the same.

Therefore, the reaction that followed was perplexing.

For a moment, Agnes felt as if the world was slowing down.

“Huh… .”

Deltan laughed. With a face Agnes had never seen before.

The sight of his always frowning face straightening is clearly engraved on my retina.

The wrinkles between the eyebrows disappear, the angry look around the eyes loosens, the corner of the eye gently curls down, and a warm glow appears, creating a stimulus I have never felt before.

thud.

My heart was beating loudly.

“It was a bit funny just now.”

His expression, which had been lost to the absurd nonsense, returned.

Although it was such a short moment, it felt like an eternity to Agnes.

Agnes’ cherry-colored pupils had a shallow tremor.

She started doing something she didn’t intend to do. Subconsciousness began to trace the previous smile on Deltan’s face.

A longing resembling that of someone chasing a mirage dwelled in my retina.

However, it didn’t last long.

The moment she lost concentration, Agnes’s steps slightly faltered.

The heel of the shoe stepped on Deltan’s foot.

Deltan’s face frowned.

“Hey.”

“Ah… .”

Lament.

It was the name that breathed out of her mouth.

Agnes was belatedly embarrassed as she looked sad that her smile had disappeared before it could be properly engraved in her mind.

I remember the feeling of my chest tightening. I was filled with doubt and fear about the emotions I felt just before.

Agnes quickly turned away from it.

‘heart.’

It feels like my heart is complaining of strain.

So I decided.

“… Delta people. I think I danced for a while. I feel a little stuffy.”

“What? I should have said this a long time ago… !”

After saying that, Deltan sighed and slowly stopped moving.

And then he led Agnes out of the center.

Even then, Agnes was trying hard to keep her expression calm.

The thought once again ignored the emotions that had permeated him.

Of course, I didn’t realize that that wouldn’t solve anything.

The dried up emotions began to gain nutrients.

*

The banquet was over.

Immediately after the song ended, Deltan took Agnes out of the banquet hall, examined her, and sent her away without finding any other abnormalities.

The next day that came like that.

“Count, your letter has arrived.”

Deltan opened his eyes to the sound of Gerhart’s voice waking him up.

Golden eyes with a rusty look turned to the old butler.

The voice that came out was subdued.

“… Correspondence?”

“This is the Marquis of Montbert.”

“Ah.”

Information about No.3.

Deltan realized this and washed his face dry.

“Leave it and prepare a meal. With a sandwich.”

“Yes.”

As soon as Gerhart left, Deltan took off his clothes and headed to the shower room.

After taking a shower with sobering cold water, I put on some new clothes.

His face was quite bright as he headed to his office carrying the letter on the shelf.

‘I said it was a savage tradition.’

As for barbarians, they are natives of the northern snowy mountains.

Even as engineering and civilization advanced, these people lived while maintaining the legacy of the old world.

As much as tradition and lore are revered, there was a possibility that it was a superstition, but it was low.

The Marquis de Montbert would not have brought in wasted information.

Something called hope began to rise within him.

In the office where Deltan arrived, there was a sandwich without a pickle on the desk.

Deltan picked it up, took a bite, and opened the letter.

『Legendary – The spirit who measures winter.』

Deltan’s eyes lit up.