Chapter 20
Enoch poured out his heart like a sinner confessing before a priest.
“Even when I was fiercely competing with my brothers in my childhood, even when I lost my comrades on the battlefield, there was no one to say, ‘That’s enough. So stop.’ Perhaps I needed those words.”
I quietly listened to his confession.
I already knew through Margaret's memories how hard it had been for him to rise to the position of Crown Prince.
Until now, Enoch had no brakes. And there was no one to comfort him, saying he had done enough, asking if he was having a hard time.
Moreover, suffering from the aftereffects of the war was a kind of trauma, but there would have been no one to help him treat it.
“As I said before, it’s an aftereffect that occurred after the war. The memory of losing so many comrades in the Romallizan Battle was so intense that I go berserk when I see blood, but minor injuries are okay.”
It seems that small wounds don't trigger him. That's a relief.
“I speculate that if there is a control word that can control my outburst, it might be the words you said then.”
I felt like I had uncovered something I shouldn't have.
'No one knows that such a perfect man wants to be controlled by someone.'
In the original story, Yuanna solved this problem with physical love, but now it seems that it was not a fundamental solution to the trauma.
I tried to save my words as much as possible and urged him.
“It’s fortunate that there is a control word. I will help you, but if you think you are going to see blood, avoid it unconditionally. Okay?”
Enoch nodded obediently at my words.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry. I know it’s not your fault.”
At my words, Enoch closed his mouth again with a heavy face.
He pushed the broken wooden stick aside and rummaged through the first aid kit next to me for no reason.
“What kind of medicine do you apply to wounds?”
Medicine for wounds? Was there another injured place?
I hurriedly rummaged through the medicine kit and took out the ointment. I was about to say that I would apply it, but Enoch snatched the ointment from my hand.
“It’s still a strangely shaped medicine.”
Enoch muttered, looking at the HooXdin, then knelt down on one knee in front of me. Then, he opened the lid, squeezed the ointment onto his hand, and approached me.
I was surprised and leaned back, and Enoch frowned and looked at me.
“Why, why?”
“First of all, shouldn’t we apply medicine here too?”
Enoch applied ointment to my cheekbone.
Enoch's face was so close that I held my breath without realizing it.
Unlike the rough approach, the touch that rubbed over the wound was very careful and deeply gentle.
In fact, HooXdin was not an ointment to be applied to bruised areas, but I didn't bother to say that out loud. It was because Enoch seemed to be very focused on this act.
I felt like I shouldn't break this atmosphere.
I can't say that I didn't have any personal feelings. How can I not quietly admire such a handsome face in front of me?
“Ah!”
His finger brushed over a slightly deep wound, and I frowned as the stinging pain washed over me.
“What did that man do again?”
Enoch asked me with a truly serious face. As if he would really kill Kaiden if he were in front of him. Why is he overreacting like this all of a sudden?
“That’s all. He kicked me and ran away. Then I tripped over a stone, fell, and fainted. When I woke up, it was morning.”
As my words continued, Enoch twitched his lips as if there were one or two things he wanted to point out.
But the words he finally spat out were,
“Don’t even think about moving alone until you escape this island.”
That was all.
I nodded obediently.
“I will.”
Of course, it's a lie.
Now that I've met Kaiden, I couldn't rest assured just by staying by Enoch's side.
I need to find a clue about the location of the Bunker soon.
