The Reward for Saving The World is a Husband - Chapter 47
He let go of my arms and stood up, appearing somewhat relieved.
As he turned to fetch a towel, I instinctively observed his naked body.
His shoulders were nearly twice the width of mine, and his back, shaped almost like an inverted triangle, was covered in tough, sinewy muscles.
I only admired his well-toned form for a moment before my gaze was drawn to the large and small scars scattered across his body.
‘Those scars…’
In my world, medical advancements in body modification and various drugs had been made, while this world used divine powers for healing.
Even with that, the number of scars on his body meant he had fought in environments where his wounds were left untreated or he had endured violence without the will to resist.
Considering there weren’t any noticeable scars on his front, the latter seemed more likely.
I stepped out of the tub just as he approached with a large bath towel. I was eager to take a closer look at the scars on his body.
“Your body will get cold.”
Frowning as if displeased, he wrapped me tightly in the towel and, once again, lifted me into his arms.
Then he sat me on the bed and began gently drying my face, neck, and hair with a spare towel.
‘Being a mistress seems like such a hassle. I could just shake off the water from my hair and be done with it.’
No matter how often someone looked after me this meticulously, I didn’t think I would ever get used to it. It was both ticklish and embarrassing.
While fidgeting idly, I slipped my hand around his waist, tracing the long scar I had noticed earlier.
‘This looks like a burn scar…’
Noticing my hand on his back, he glanced at me and spoke.
“Should I put on some clothes?”
“Huh? Why?”
“It looks unpleasant.”
I paused to consider his words but then shook my head.
“It doesn’t matter to me.”
Of course, it would feel better if there were no scars.
“I’ll track down everyone who left scars on your body and punish them.”
His lips curved into a strange smile when he heard my words.
“I’ve already taken care of most of them myself. Don’t worry.”
“There are still a few left, aren’t there?”
Like his wicked cousins. And the older relatives who either turned a blind eye or even encouraged their children’s misdeeds.
“Trust me, Elias. I’ll make them all regret it and beg for forgiveness.”
I cupped his cheeks in my hands and kissed him softly, as if sealing a promise. But for some reason…
“Elias…?”
He laughed, and his shoulders were trembling as if he was trying to suppress it.
If he wanted to laugh, why not just laugh openly? Instead, he was biting his lip and holding back his laughter, which somehow seemed odd…
“Alright. I’ll trust you, Elesha.”
He said the words, but the way he looked down at me, as if I were something insignificant, made me hesitate.
“…..”
Yet I couldn’t protest. The warmth and tenderness in his eyes were undeniable.
Even if I were utterly useless, I knew that gaze wouldn’t change. Just like how he saw me now.
To someone like me, who had lived in a world where the weak were naturally cast aside and left to die, his gaze carried an extraordinarily special meaning.
It felt like the reward for all the struggles I had endured in my life. This moment, his presence.
* * *
As the sun set and bathed the world in the soft glow of dusk, the carriage stopped in front of the temple.
“Welcome back, Saintess.”
Opening the carriage door was Crow, the knight commander of the holy order, who had just returned after being away for a few days.
“Did everything go as planned?” he asked.
The saintess, Heerin, nodded weakly.
“More or less.”
She had succeeded in entering the Count of Rachdel’s estate and conversing with Elesha without arousing suspicion, so in that sense, her mission was partially accomplished.
In truth, the situation had been precarious at the end.
Who would’ve thought the count would return so soon, when she had expected it to take a few more days? If she hadn’t quickly dressed Elesha as if she had just finished receiving treatment, she would have surely been caught.
