Magical Carpet Ride (1)

Cyrus wanted to burry a hole and sleep there–for eternity, if possible.

"Ugh..."

The General groaned weakly. Since he couldn't dig a hole outside the Yerin King's palace, he settled with burrying his face on the pillow instead.

This way, he can hide his tomato colored face and possibly suffocate at the same time. Maybe in his next life, he won't have to get hit by a book, be engaged to his murderer and suffer life-threatening embarrassment from someone who wants to castrate him.

'Not to mention he's my second option...'

For some reason, Cyrus thought about the crown prince's offer. Though the other had some screws loose on his head, he seemed to be a much safer option than Licht. At least their first meeting involved a handshake–albeit Cyrus slapping his hand and the other laughing like madman afterwards. Still, it was better than how he first met Licht.