She Was Sent by God

st appearance.

 

The last time he saw her he was lying down in bed with her heart gone.
The smile that formed on the corner of her lips did not disappear.
Although Laslo pursed his lips, he was unable to speak.

 

“Why are you acting this way?”

 

“……nes”

 

Unintentionally, his voice began to tremble.
He approached her slowly, step by step.
If they ever crossed paths again, there were so many things he wanted to say to her.
He wanted to ask her why she chose that for him and he wanted to tell her how angry he was.

 

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“Laslo?”

 

“I love you.”

 

However, the actual words that were spoken were totally different.
There was nothing else in his mind.
There was only that.

 

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“What?”

 

“I love you very deeply, with all my heart.
Agnes.”

 

Laslo once again said and hugged her very carefully.
It was incredibly warm.
Laslo shed tears on his own.

 

“I love you.
I love you so much.”

 

“No, ahm, your heart, well, I understand…….”

 

Agnes’ face gradually turned red.

 

“Coughing.”

 

“Shall we wrap up today’s meeting?”

 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

 

Count Cellon took the other nobles outside.
Ange asked him when they were the only ones left in the barracks.

 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

 

“I missed you so much.
I missed you so much that I couldn’t stand it.”

 

“No, you saw me this morning, didn’t you?”

 

There was absurdity in her voice.
Laslo started laughing out of the blue.
Did she have the same feelings when she first went back to the past?

 

“But I miss you so much.”

 

“What the.”

 

Laslo gave her an even bigger hug.
And continued to kiss her forehead and cheeks.
When the kiss grew too intense, Agnes, who had initially remained motionless, patted Laslo on the shoulder.

 

“Oh please stop it!”

 

“I love you.
I miss you so much.
Without you, the world was an absolute hell.
Agnes.”

 

“Okay, I love you, too.
So now, go.
Get off.
Get off me!”

 

Regardless of who saw it, Laslo’s eyes were brimming with love for her.
He abruptly changed his attitude, which made Agnes feel strange.

 

“Lord Zoltan and Count Cellon will take over the left wing in tomorrow’s rotation.
You’ll be in the middle.”

 

“No.”

 

Laslo vigorously shook his head.

 

“I’ll take the left wing.
Consider Count Cellon to be a backup.
He hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

 

“Oh, really? He says he’s fine.”

 

“It’s all bluff,”