I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 66
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“Yeshion.”
Adelio called his name impatiently.
Letting out a deep breath, Yeshion muttered.
“I don’t know why you want this, but… just this once.”
He stepped closer.
Adelio immediately wrapped Yeshion in a tight embrace, inhaling deeply and burying his face against his neck.
He clung to him as if he had missed his warmth. Uncomfortable with how Adelio bent awkwardly to maintain the hug, Yeshion squirmed slightly, only for Adelio to effortlessly lift him off the ground.
Carrying him to a nearby chair, Adelio sat down and placed Yeshion on his lap, resting his chin on his shoulder.
“…What are you doing?”
“What the Archpriest did. There won’t be any healing effect, though.”
Adelio spoke curtly as he tightened his arms around Yeshion’s waist. The tighter the embrace, the more Yeshion’s mind brimmed with questions.
“Out of genuine curiosity—what’s the point of doing this?”
“Because I want to.”
“Pardon?”
“I mean, the Archpriest got to do it, and I didn’t. That’s unfair.”
Though Adelio’s face was hidden as he buried it into Yeshion’s neck, his tone carried unmistakable frustration.
Rolling his eyes, Yeshion let out an exasperated sigh.
“What is this? It’s not like you’re jealous or anything.”
“Jealous?”
“..…”
“Hmm. Jealousy… is it?”
Adelio appeared to ponder for a moment.
Now that he thought about it, the idea wasn’t entirely off. He had been seething when he assumed the Archpriest had embraced Yeshion.
On top of that, there were things he wanted to do that the Archpriest hadn’t.
For example… a kiss.
Once the thought took shape, Adelio pulled back slightly. When their bodies separated, Yeshion looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
“You’re not wrong.”
“…Excuse me? You’re saying you really are jealous?”
“Yes. When I think about how the Archpriest did things with you that I didn’t, it irritates me. And there are things I’d like to do with you that he hasn’t. So, yeah, I guess you could call it jealousy.”
Adelio spoke plainly, his voice calm.
In contrast, with each word Adelio uttered, Yeshion’s mind grew increasingly overloaded with confusion, question marks flooding his thoughts.
‘…Why?’
Yeshion racked his brain.
Had she done anything in her meeting with Adelio that would interest him?
No, there was nothing.
If anything, he had probably done more to offend the prince, risking his neck in the process.
“Do you… perhaps have a certain inclination?”
“What?”
“I mean, all I’ve ever done to you is act rudely. Why would you feel jealous?”
Yeshion’s question was genuine, his thoughts laid bare.
Adelio let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Haven’t I told you before?”
“Told me what?”
“You’ve always been my type. Your face, I mean.”
With that, Adelio released one arm to poke Yeshion’s cheek. The way it indented softly seemed to amuse him, and he continued to prod and knead it.
Meanwhile, Yeshion couldn’t bring himself to stop Adelio. The prince’s earlier statement still echoed loudly in his mind.
…My face is his type?
“Wait. My face is your type?”
“Yes. Ah, I suppose you wouldn’t remember. I haven’t mentioned it since you supposedly got sick.”
Everything suddenly made sense. If Adelio’s actions stemmed from his preference for Yeshion’s face, then all of his behavior was consistent.
Ultimately, it boiled down to “I like your face, so I wanted to try something.”
That’s so like him.
It wasn’t that the narrative had diverged.
Even if the real “Yeshion” had been in this body, Adelio would likely have behaved the same way. Yeshion’s current attitude might have altered the nuances, but Adelio would still be the type to suggest something as blunt as, “Let’s sleep together.”
This meant there was no need to worry about Adelio’s behavior moving forward. If it was all about his face, Adelio’s attention would eventually shift to Rosaline or someone else, naturally aligning with the story’s trajectory.
“But, it’s strange.”
Just as Yeshion felt a fleeting sense of relief, Adelio broke the silence.
Fixing his gaze firmly on Yeshion’s eyes, he continued.
“If it were just about your face, I wouldn’t have chased after you this much.”
