A trumpet resounded through the battlefield and the enemy soldiers retreated.
[YUZUKI]: “…… It looks like this is our… victory this time too.”
[MASAMUNE]: “Aa. It’s our victory…… However, I let you get hurt. Honestly…… I can’t be pleased.”
[YUZUKI]: “…… Haha, aren’t you usually dishonest.”
During the battle, we were attacked by enemy archers.
Masamune-san protected me but the number of arrows pouring down were too many–
Masamune-san took an arrow to his left arm and, eventually, I was grazed in the neck by one.
[MASAMUNE]: “…… Sorry, for not being able to protect you……”
[YUZUKI]: “…… I’m fine. It’s not a wound that’ll kill me, so…… Let’s go home back to our castle.”
[MASAMUNE]: “…… Aa.”
At that time I was acting tough but on our way back things became serious.
[MASAMUNE]: “…… Oi, are you okay? Does your injury hurt?”
[YUZUKI]: “Y-Yes…… But I’m fine…… Ow!!”
Every time I walked my injury hurt from the vibration. I was given a horse but the pain only grew worse.
[MASAMUNE]: “You’re not okay…… there’s no choice, let’s rest here tonight.”
[MASAMUNE]: “Concentrate on recovering from your wound today, and tomorrow you can return home in perfect condition.”
[YUZUKI]: “But then that’ll trouble everyone……”
[MASAMUNE]: “Then I’ll stay behind… You don’t have a problem with that, right?”
[YUZUKI]: “…… If that’s the case…”
[MASAMUNE]: “It’s decided.”
After that, my arm was taken by Masamune-san and I was brought to a river, out of sight of anyone’s eyes.
[MASAMUNE]: “…… For now, I’ll wash the injury. If it’s left like this, soon the limit of my self-control will be reached……”
[YUZUKI]: “Limit of your self control…… Ah! Masamune-san, do you want to drink blood……”
[MASAMUNE]: “If I smell that sweet scent released from your blood any more then I’ll……”
As he said that Masamune-san gently and carefully washed my wound.
[YUZUKI]: “…… If you want to drink then you can drink. I don’t mind……”
[MASAMUNE]: “I can’t do that.”
[MASAMUNE]: “I let you get hurt…… and I can’t forgive myself for that.”
[MASAMUNE]: “…… So, on top of that, I can’t do something like drink your blood……”
Saying that, Masamune-san lowered his eye, looking pained.
I was bewildered at the unusual appearance of Masamune-san being timid.
[YUZUKI]: “…… Please stop that. That’s not like you at all, Masamune-san.”
[YUZUKI]: “Isn’t the usual you bold and without any hesitation, Masamune-san?”
[YUZUKI]: “Please don’t worry about my wound. Masamune-san, you protected me. Besides……”
I softly touched Masamune-san’s left arm. The place he took an arrow was swollen.
[YUZUKI]: “…… It’s become more swollen than before.”
[MASAMUNE]: “Don’t worry about this. It’s not a life-threatening wound.”
[YUZUKI]: “If you’re going to say that, then my wound isn’t life-threatening either!”
[YUZUKI]: “Masamune-san, you treated my injury, right? Then it’s my turn now.”
Saying that, I stayed facing Masamune-san and bared my throat.
Despite having just been washed cleanly, the wound was still bleeding.
[YUZUKI]: “Please drink my blood. If you do that, then your injuries will heal, right, Masamune-san?”
[MASAMUNE]: “…… Are you sure?”
[YUZUKI]: “You don’t need to hold back! Because Masamune-san… you’re… an important person to me……”
Masamune-san showed a slightly surprised look at my words, but after that–
[MASAMUNE]: “…… Aa, that’s right. The only one who can have your blood in their mouth at any time is me……”
The sensation of his tongue trailing against my skin and the sweet electricity of my blood being sucked was both strange and comfortable.
[MASAMUNE]: “It’s sweet…… there’s nothing more delicious than your blood.”
[YUZUKI]: “…… Don’t you always say that.”
[YUZUKI]: “But it looks like you’re feeling better. I’m glad.”
(T/N: If you think this ends weirdly, trust me, you’re not the only one. But that’s how it literally ends so…)