How To Love A Witch

ugged, but he said those words with pride.

My question was about where he went.
I sighed and stared at him.
Seeing he was wearing a light gray dress shirt and pants while holding a longsword, I assumed he must have been training.
Only then did the rumor that he was the strongest knight, the Black Reaper, feel real.

“Are you afraid of swords?”

“Shouldn’t everyone be scared of them?” I asked.

“It’s just a sword.”

“You never know when a sword will slice my throat open.”

Lukas tilted his head as he glanced at the sword in his hand.
Then he looked at me with his beautiful, blue eyes.
“This sword will protect you.”

“A human protecting a witch?” Hahaha, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What a joke!”

If he plans to hunt me down himself, then sure, he’ll protect me.

“I don’t think that’s something a husband who strangled his wife on their first night would say.” Didn’t he have a history of threatening my life already? Of course, I said it to reaffirm something.
I refused to believe his words right away.
In order to spend the next year together comfortably, it was best to keep an appropriate amount of distance.

“Ah, are you disappointed? You wanted more, but I ended up not meeting your expectations.
Am I correct?”

“…”

“Shall we try again tonight?” He narrowed the distance between us instantly.

“No thanks!” Is he insane? I turned around and started to walk.
It was awful.
I spent my energy on useless things, and my stomach was crying for food.
It didn’t have to be stale bread, but I had to chew something.
“I have my own business to take care of, so why don’t you and that sword go back to training?”

I began to walk faster.
No, I had to walk faster.

“Wait.”

Damn it.
He caught up to me instantly with his long legs and grabbed my arm.
Suddenly, I remembered that last night he was touching my sleeping face.

“Since I forgot to tell you yesterday, you should be more vigilant.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I’m a witch.”

People run away in fear, hoping not to make eye contact with me, even if it was by mistake.
Meanwhile, this husband of mine approached me without a hint of wariness.
To be honest, I don’t know how to deal with this kind of person because I never met anyone like him before.
It’d be better if he viewed me as a monster like everyone else…

“You can’t use magic here.”

“…”

“I will consider this a victory.” My husband knew how to deal with witches.
“In any case, I shouldn’t be the one who needs to stay vigilant.”

“Excuse me?” I stared at him.

“Have you been walking around the castle like this? Please tell me you haven’t, Ella.”

What was wrong with my appearance? I liked this short, light pink dress.
There weren’t any excessive frills, and it was easy to move around in since it didn’t trail on the ground.
If there’s a problem, it’d be how it’s too plain for a noblewoman to wear, right?

“Are you saying you dislike my current outfit?” I recalled the dresses in the closet.
If those were what he preferred, I understood the meaning behind his question.
But you know what? “We may be allies for now, but I’m not your doll.”

If controlling what I wear was a means to show humans can tame the monster called a witch, I planned to stop that right now.

He laughed.
“No, no.
What my wife is wearing right now suits my taste.” He sighed and twirled a lock of my hair around his finger.
“I was worried that you were embarrassed, so I didn’t say anything.
However…”

Lukas whispered, “My dear.”

“…”

“You’re wearing an undergarment.”