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Light - Licht Klein x Reader

A/N: Happy Birthday, Licht!

Pairing: Licht Klein x Reader (Licht POV)

Prompt: 4th Birthday Card

Word Count: 418

Tags: pure, sweet fluff

Light poured in through the windows, bright rays of sunshine that warmed my face, gently inviting me to wake up. I wasn’t the only one woken by the sun; when my eyelids fluttered open and I turned over on my side, I found you already awake, gazing lovingly at me.

“Good morning, Licht.” Your soft voice slurred with sleep as you spoke, your hand reaching out to find mine. Clasping our hands together, you squeezed my hand gently, a sweet reminder that you were here. That you were real.

That this was real.

We smiled at one another; yours was soft and sweet, mine wistful. For I had to get ready for training my troops early that morning.

“I have to be at training soon, but I should be done early in the afternoon. Meet up for lunch?”

Wriggling, you pushed your body up close against mine, your face tilting up towards mine, just waiting to be kissed. Cupping your cheeks in the palms of my hands,

I let out a sad sigh as I threw the covers off my body; better to just get up and start the day and get it over with so I can come back and spend the rest of my day with you. Rolling out of bed, I began to get dressed and put on my pants.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I threw on my dress shirt and was about to start buttoning it.

“Let me help you.” Your voice called out to me, sweet like a bird’s song on an early morning. Your smile bright, you sat up in the bed and crawled over to me.

“Hey!” You threw your arms around my neck, catching me off guard. I found myself laughing, enjoying your boundless energy, your body warm against my back as you placed a kiss on top of my head. Lifting my hand, my fingers curled around the curve of your elbow.

I found myself not wanting to leave the comforts of your embrace. There once was a time not all too long ago, where I threw myself into my training; I would go early and leave late, often not wanting to leave at all. Training served as a distraction from the noise of my thoughts.

But the longer I spend time with you, the more you are replacing those old thoughts with new thoughts. Good thoughts. Happy thoughts. And I found myself, for the first time in forever, not wanting to go to training today.

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Day I-don't-know-anymore of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOI.

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Licht Klein

wc: 2,5k

warnings: lingerie, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink, creampie, female bodied reader

prompts: lingerie and "Touch yourself for me. Look at me while you do it."

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

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Licht’s steps pad through the dark corridors of Rhodolite’s palace, blending in the shadows and silence of the quiet night. An agent of the silver moon as he makes his way back to his room after a long day.

A long day of trying to forget about his past, about Nokto, about himself. In a few hours midnight will ring its deadly beat to remind him that yet another year has passed.

And last year he would have ached for the world to swallow him whole, back in the warm embrace of its womb under the earth, in a place of peace and quiet where time ebbs away to nothingness. In a place where nothing matters.

This year though, was different, for he was no longer alone. This year was different for he found life and passion in your smile, a shelter in your arms and a future in your eyes. He found meaning in the darkest days and patience in the coldest of hours, comforted in the thought that you’re here, by his side.

His heart flutters in his chest, caressed by the flapping wings of a dove as your features come to mind, peaceful as you lie in bed in a gentle slumber, sheets draped over you. It’s late at night, so surely you must be asleep by now.

Guilt needles at his chest, laced with the cold blade of loneliness as he stops in front of his bedroom door. He hadn’t had time to see you today, and his heart desperately aches for yours. It will have to wait for sunrise though, as Licht wouldn’t dare wake you up.

A ruffling sound comes from behind the door.

Licht’s awareness flares to life, eyes glinting with acuteness as he eyes the light that slivers underneath the door to tickle the tip of his boots. His fingers wrap around the knob, silent as a ghost as he pushes it open and readies his other hand at the handle of his sword.

“Licht! Welcome back!”

What-

Crimson eyes widen, tension leaving Licht’s shoulders as the sight of you in his bedroom graces him. No sign of a threat, no sign of danger. Just you and your warm smile. Just you and the wild beating of his heart in his chest.

Just you, standing in the middle of his bedroom, showered in golden light, dressed in nothing but pale blue lace that hugs your curves and leaves little to the imagination. A sight for sore eyes, a sight for him alone. And a sight that has his heart skipping a beat.

You smile like honey, walking over to him with a light sway of your hips that brings out the lustful beast inside of him, one that craves you like the Moon craves the Sun.

“I was waiting for you.” You say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His mind goes blank, nothing but you remains, nothing but your scent, nothing but your touch, nothing but the taste of your lips as you softly press them against his in a kiss that leaves him lightheaded. Nothing but a carnal instinct for more of you, for the dizzying softness of your skin under his thumbs.

A strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close as his lips dance over yours, his fingers gently tilting your chin up to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over the seam of your lips, asking for entrance.

A quiet groan rumbles in his chest as you grant him access, his tongue caresses yours, and he gladly drinks in the moan that escapes you.

You taste sweet, like Yves’s pastries and like his deepest desire. Like the thrumming heart of an aching soul that thirsts for an ever filling lake of temptation. Like his redemption and his damnation.

You part, lungs filling with air and head dizzy from lack of oxygen. But neither of you cares, not when your kiss beaten lips taste like cherries and look like sin.

His eyes burn through you, passionate ambers that turn your core to liquid want and have warmth pooling low in your belly.

“On the bed, now.” He says in the gentle commandeering voice that has butterflies flapping in your stomach, his breath ghosting over your lips as he releases you from his embrace.

You slowly back away, falling back onto the plush bed, eyes locked with his as you wait for his next directions. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he stalks over to you, true to his crest animal; tall and dangerously seductive. The hunger in his eyes pins you in place and there is nothing you can do to escape the hold he has on you.

“Lie down.”

You do, a shiver of anticipation coursing through you, desire licking at your core. You wait for him to do something, anything, but he stands in front of you in painful inaction, eyes roaming over your curves and the blue lace that covers your intimacy.

He doesn’t know where to start, mind running with all the things he wants to do to you and all the ways to enjoy the lingerie you chose for him. Surely you knew what you were doing when you went for this fabric, for this colour. And now it’s his job to honour your choice and enjoy his early birthday present as much as he can.

“Licht, please do-”

“Touch yourself for me.” He says, a soft smile on his lips, “Look at me while you do it. And keep the lingerie on, just slide the fabric to the side.”

No trace of shame creeps over him, no hint of restraint as he orders you around to get what he wants. Only pure happiness fills his veins as a soft gasp falls from your lips, dipping a lonely finger inside of your dripping entrance.

You start slow, sliding a second finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace. A shudder running up your spine as crimson eyes pin you under their intensity.

Licht doesn’t miss a bit of how your fingers disappear inside of you, so small there is no way they can satisfy you, and he knows it. Still he doesn’t budge, watching and learning as sweet whimpers escape you and your thumb draws smooth circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Li-Licht!” You moan out his name, voice laced with frustration as your eyes beg for him to help you.

A satisfied smile curves his lips as your back arches off the sheets, fingers curling inside of you to reach that spot he knows so well, that spot only his fingers can reach.

It’s him you ache to feel inside of you, his touch you crave and his everything you burn for. And that knowledge alone has his heart swelling in his chest, warm with love and tender affection.

“Licht- Ungh- Please.” A call for him to take over. A call he answers, forever drawn to you.

“Spread your legs for me.” He says as he kneels before you, placing warm hands on your thighs. You do, whimpering as he slides the fabric of your panties down your legs, baring your heat to the cold air.

A helpless whimper falls from your lips as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your dripping core. And he smiles, because how could he not when you sound so cute and look so perfect like this? Spread out for him draped in his colour and driven mad with desire for him.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He asks, teasingly prodding at your entrance with two fingers, enjoying how your hips buck up to meet his touch and how your arousal coats his digits.

“I don’t know and I don’t care- just touch me. Please.” Your words are his command, and you don’t have time to mourn the disappearance of his fingers, not when Licht’s tongue lies flat over your folds and licks at your juices.

Sweet pain spreads over his scalp as your fingers thread through silver locks and tugs on them, trying hard to ground yourself as warmth swells in your core and the knot of pleasure tightens inside of you.

He groans against you, hands holding your thighs apart for him before plunging two fingers in your awaiting hole, swirling inside of you to collect your warmth before slowly thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

“Ah- Mmhm! Licht- Feels good!” Your head tilts back, hips grinding against his features for more, and he only welcomes it, eagerly lapping at your dripping folds, not missing a lick of the pleasure that coats his tongue. Your moans and sweet cries of his name only encouragement for him to give you more.

His fingers curl inside of you, teasing at your sweet spot and coaxing your release out of you, pulling on the threads of your pleasure until stars cloud your vision and hot white warmth spreads through your limbs. Dizzying and overwhelming as he helps you ride the wave of your orgasm.

You fall back on the sheets, eyelids heavy and gaze hazy from the remains of your high, still too lost in the ebbs of pleasure to hear the unblocking of his belt and the unzipping of his trousers.

“I hope you’re ready for more.” He says, taking off his shirt to reveal his bare chest, all lean muscle that you ache to run your hands over, “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You welcome him on top of you, legs wrapping around his waist as he cages your wrists above your head with his hand . A lazy smile curves your lips as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I hope you’re not because I’ve been craving you all day.”

His nose tickles your skin as he drags his lips along the curve of your nape, taking in your scent and bathing in the comforting proof of your existence. His thoughts become a blur, driven wild by his inner instinct to love you and claim you as his.

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” He exhales softly, gently nibbling at your skin before sinking his teeth in your flesh, tongue soothing the blooming pain until his mark has been left on your nape.

“Licht!- Ngh!” The air leaves your lungs as the painful stretch of his length entering you takes over your senses, soon laced with the blissful pleasure of him filling the aching emptiness in your core.

His heart swells in his chest as he watches himself disappear between your folds, because you always take him so well, always take all of him even when it hurts and even when tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

He leans down, licking away the lonely tear that trickles down your cheek.

“You take me so well.” He says, even so, he remains still above you, waiting for you to give him a sign that you’re ready for him to move. Always attentive to your needs and comfort.

He bends down and kisses your forehead.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

You nod, shifting underneath him and tightening your legs around him. “I am. Please fuck me until I can say nothing else but your name. Until my legs ache and-”

A gentle smile curves his lips, warmth swelling in his chest at your words, “Let me take care of you. I’ll do the work.”

Slowly, he rocks his hips against yours, bringing you over the edge of pleasure yet again with each thrust, each stroke of his cock inside of you and each gentle kisses he places along your nape and jaw.

Crimson eyes take in your features, every shift and every moan, every time you bite your lip as he angles his hips just right to hit that sweet spot inside of you, every time your lips part in a breathless cry as he sheathes himself all the way in.

Every time your hands claw at nothingness as he holds them up over your head, desperate to hang onto something tangible in fear reality slips from your grasp.

“You’re always- Ngh- So warm for me. So tight and so good.” He groans, satisfied when his words earn him a quiet whine from you, “I like to think- we were made for one another.”

Because to him you were. The only one for him. The only woman he’ll ever love and the only person he wants to give his everything to for eternity. The only one he knows he’ll be able to lose himself in and trust so entirely, so blindly.

The only one he feels such raw desire for, the only one he feels like tearing the world apart for and most importantly, the only one he wants to live for.

“Mmhm- Licht am-am so close!” You cry out for him in the night, so sweetly he feels like melting, heart so full of love he might burst from the overwhelming warmth that fills him when he gazes at you.

He picks up the pace, his free hand pushing your legs up to your chest in a desperate need to drown in you. In a desperate need to hear yet another cry of his name from you.

“I-I know- Ngh- me too.” He groans, hips moving of their own volition as they knock against yours, losing himself in the way your walls tighten around him, in the way you suck him in so good and in the way your features contort in pleasure as the waves of your release crash over you.

Your hands ball into fists, nails digging in your palms as blinding warmth shoots through your veins and spreads from your core to your toes. Your thighs quivering around him as your mouth falls open in a silent cry.

Your orgasm only coaxes his own out of him, a grunt rumbling in his chest as he sheathes himself deep inside of you, filling you with his seed before any of it gets to slip from your hole.

He doesn’t stop though, intent on claiming you over and over again until the sun rises and fatigue dawns on him. Until your world fades to nothing but him and until he has proven to you just how much he liked this new lingerie set.

“Ah… Plea-Please, don’t stop…” You whimper in a whisper, voice hoarse from screaming his name. And his heart melts at the sight of you so exhausted, so full of him and yet so eager for more. You’re clearly tired, eyelids heavy with fatigue as you gaze up at him through hazy thoughts.

But you want more and he’d be lying to himself if he said he had had enough.

He leans over you, a gentle hand tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek, “You’re adorable.” He nuzzles his nose with yours, the softest of smiles on his features. “I’m sorry for tomorrow- But I don’t think you’ll be able to walk.”

But then again, that’s what you wanted, right?

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꙳ ੭ * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ‧ ⨯ (♡) . ⁺ ✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧

𝙞 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩...

𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙.

꙳ ੭ * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ‧ ⨯ (♡) . ⁺ ✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧

༻ ʟɪᴄʜᴛ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

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Battle in Rhodolite

~Crossing Swords, Connecting Bonds~

Princes from different countries have decided to deepen their friendship with their swords. In the midst of battle, what side of the princes will the bonds that bind them reveal?

"・・・・・・ Are you really the usual Keith?"

“You say the strangest things, Mr. Licht. You have more important things to worry about.”

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Licht 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

Premium End

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—In the forest—

Emma: “Then this is something you left behind when you were a child?”

Licht: “Yes.”

Emma: “Wow! What a precious treasure!”

Licht: “Precious?”

Emma: “It’s an important clue about your childhood, isn’t it?”

Emma: “It’s precious because it’s a piece of you that I don’t know.”

Licht: “…You’re the only one who wants to know that stuff.”

(Emma seemed to thin the box I left in the past was a ‘good memory of my childhood’.)

(But no.)

(…That’s not true—)

To me in the future.

If you’re opening this letter, it means you’re not dead.

Hey, why?

Why am I not dead?

I did something unforgivable.

I did something I shouldn’t be able to live with.

Did you forget about it?

Do you think it’s okay to forget?

Remember again. I’m a person who must die.

Don’t be happy.

Don’t forget.

Never forget again.

The night after the box from the past was dug up, I looked at the letter inside written in childish handwriting.

It was a voice blaming himself to drive his future self to death.

(…I’m glad Emma didn’t see this.)

(Maybe you didn’t realize…)

(I buried this box after I sinned.)

—Flashback—

Since that day, when I dyed my hands red and lost my emotions.

I threw all my personal belongings in my room into bags.

The reason was simple.

If you have personal belongings, you will trouble other people after you die.

With the thought of death in mind, the process of putting things in order progressed calmly.

The clothes my mother gave me as a reward, the presents I got from Sariel, the treasure I found with Nokto,

It didn’t take long for me to let go of one thing after another and empty the room.

However, there was one thing that moved me.

No matter how you looked at it, it was such a poorly drawl picture that you could only tilt your head and ask “What is this?”

--Internal Flashback—

Mother: “—It’s a place where everyone can live freely under the bright moon.”

Mother: “They danced and sang freely; it was like paradise on Earth.”

--end internal flashback—

My mother longed to live outside the court.

That’s why I wanted to take Nokto there with me someday.

I was the one who let that dream come to an end.

I’m sure it’s unforgivable to keep a picture of a dream at hand.

Even so—the hand stuck inside the bag wouldn’t let go of the drawing.

If you get rid of this, all clues of your mother’s longing will disappear.

Even though it had already become an unfulfilled dream, I ended up thinking such stupid things.

I have to let it go to clean up my affairs, but I can’t throw it away.

So, I decided to bury it deep underground.

Digging a deep hole alone in the forest at night, I dropped the box inside.

I will never dig again. Such a thing shouldn’t happen in a body that must die.

Even so, in the unlikely event that something goes wrong and you end up digging it up.

It means that “Me who forgot my sin” has sinned again.

Forgetting is not allowed. There should be no coming back…not for me.

So, I left a letter with the pictures.

To remind us of our forgotten sins.

--End flashback—

Licht: “…I know.”

Licht: “I never have forgotten our sin.”

My face was twisted in pain that made my breathing shallow.

My chest is burning hot. It feels as if it had been pierced by a stake.

Licht: “But one thing…”

I crushed the cursed letter and threw it in the trash can.

Licht: “I decided to live.”

Licht: “Sorry.”

Looking down at the crumpled letter, I pressed my hand against my chest hard.

(I’m sure Nokto remembers the dream… but I don’t want to be stuck in the past anymore.)

Even so, the curse left by me as a child was so powerful that the pain never went away.

A few days later—

Clavis: “Come on Licht. Your dearest big brother will take you to a good place.”

Licht: “Good or disturbing?”

My mischievous older brother suddenly appeared and majestically blocked the middle of the corridor.

(Lately Emma seemed to be up to something with Clavis.)

(I’m sure you’re planning something cute, but… out of everyone, why work with Clavis?)

It seemed that I had unconsciously stared at him, and my troublesome older brother’s face was filled with joy.

Clavis: “Oops! Is it murderous? It’s murderous. Now it’s jealousy!”

Licht: “If you know that, disappear.”

Clavis: “Good brother, I love jealousy.”

Licht: “…”

Clavis: “But yes… it doesn’t look like it’s going to be easy to get you to cooperate.

Clavis pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a sturdy rope.

(I don’t know what to do. I would run away… but what if Emma’s involved?)

(…)

After some hesitation, Emma’s face crosses my mind and after a vengeful resistance, I fell prey to the rope.

Things are different in the mountains I was transported to. As expected, Emma was there, but…

Emma: “Licht, are you okay?”

Licht: “You’re dressed like that…”

Licht: “…a dancer?”

Emma: “Yeah… it’s a little weird.”

It was a defenseless outfit that only covered the chest and lower half of the body and the fabric was a pattern that was rare for Rhodolite.

When Emma spun around on the spot, the cloth drew a beautiful trajectory, like a shooting star in the night sky.

All the jewelry she was wearing was something I’d given to her in the past, so at least that was familiar.

(Even foreign outfits look good on Emma… cute.)

Licht: “There’s nothing wrong with it. I was fascinated by it.”

Emma: “Ah, thank you, Licht.”

Clavis: “Haha… I suppose the teacher should leave early, it would be punishable to disturb the young couple.”

(…what does he mean ‘teacher’?)

Unusually for Clavis, he leaves really quickly.

I thought he was going to spy on us, but I didn’t feel any sign of his presence.

I look back at Emma, dressed as a dancer, she keeps her distance.

Then, she stretched her arms like a warm-up exercise.

Licht: “You, no way…”

Emma: “Yeah, it’s a traditional dance. Watch.”

With the full moon so bright it hurts my eyes, Emma begins to move.

It was a dance I’d never seen in Rhodolite.

(… I think it’s a dance from Tanzanite.)

Even though the surroundings are silent, Emma dances so happily that I can almost hear the music.

(I see. So that’s what he meant by ‘teacher’, huh…)

It was undoubtedly Clavis who had taught her. My troublesome brother had been to Tanzanite a long time ago.

Perhaps what Emma was gifting me wasn’t so much a dance as a dream of the past.

I can’t go to Tanzanite right now, but…

(Maybe it’s a kindness to make sure my dreams don’t end in pain.)

The picture of the dancer found in the treasury room overlaps with Emma, reviving my mother’s admiration.

(…come to think of it, I remembered something.)

(My… no, our, real dream wasn’t to go to Tanzanite or to take our mother out of the castle.)

(We just wanted to be loved.)

(That was the real dream.)

(I never stopped believing that if we left the court, my mother would love me.)

(…that’s why…)

(I couldn’t throw away the drawing… because I didn’t want to give up.)

Emma: “What…?”

Licht: “You’re cold.”

After Emma had given me a taste of Tanzanite,

I brought her to my room and held her to my shoulder, her skin was ice cold.

(I guess you were waiting outside for a long time.)

Emma: “…Then, can I have you hug me?”

Licht: “As much as you want.”

I hugged her and stroked her bare shoulders.

(Tanzanite is a desert country… it’s hot; so this kind of outfit isn’t suitable here.)

(…but…)

Licht: “…damn.”

Emma: “What?”

Licht: “When I think about you, I want to change your clothes, but…”

Licht: “The dancer outfit is so cute, I feel like I want to enjoy it a little more.”

Emma: “Then I won’t change clothes.”

Emma: “Enjoy it a lot.”

Licht: “…”

(This is unreasonable.)

Emma: “Eh, ah, wait a minute…!?”

I casually put the hand that was stroking her shoulder into her clothes.

Emma: “I didn’t mean that—”

Licht: “You provoked me.”

Emma: “… I provoked you? I guess…”

Licht: “You don’t like it?”

Emma: “Of course..”

Emma: “… I like it.”

Emma put her hand behind my neck and kissed me softly.

With that as signal, the air in the room suddenly became warm.

The more I entwined our tongues,, the deeper the stake in my chest from my past seems to sink.

(…it hurts…)

The dream of ‘wanting to be loved’ hidden behind the wish of a young child had now come true in a different form.

The object and type of love were different, but the fact that it is love didn’t change.

My past self would never allow it.

It’s not like I’m forgiving myself now either.

However, even if I’m not forgiven, I still love Emma.

(Because that’s my dream right now.)

Licht: “I think I should write another letter.”

Emma: “Letter?”

When our lips separate, I can see the thread of saliva that connects them.

Licht: “My past-self left a letter for the present me.”

Licht: “So this time… I think I’ll leave a letter for future me.”

(No matter how hard and painful it is, I want the future me to look forward.)

(Live no matter what, don’t leave Emma alone. My life belongs to her…)

The future, which had been shrouded in darkness, is now illuminated brightly by Emma.

Even if the road in front of my is thorny, I’ll never lose sight of what direction I should take.

Emma: “Then I should write a letter too,”

Emma: “So that I can dig it up with you in the future and we can reminisce.”

Licht: “Yeah. But right now, I want to enjoy you.”

Emma: “… then come on, enjoy me.”

(What the hell, how is she so cute?)

I carry Emma, who seems to have made up my mind, to the bet and sink her into the sheets.

(Thanks, Emma.)

(… you give me a reason not to die.)

(Thank you for giving me a new dream.)

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Licht 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Prince. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

I’m very sorry I don’t have screenshots for this translation until the epilogue!

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There are three things we can tell from Licht’s drawings.

The first is that every drawing has a big, round full moon.

The second is that there are no roses in bloom.

And the third is that he hadn’t drawn any people.

Relying on the few clues I had, I immediately headed out to town with Licht, but nothing came of it—

Fruit shop Clerk: “These are wonderful colors but I have no idea where the drawing is supposed to be.”

Grocery Store Clerk: “Miss Emma, is this some kind of riddle? Is there a hidden code or something?”

Passing Soldier: “I do patrols a lot, but I haven’t seen scenery like this… I’m sorry I can’t help you!”

Emma / Licht: “Hmm….”

Licht and I go into our favorite café and take a seat to rest our feet, tired from walking around.

Immediately after ordering our sweets, I let out a sigh.

Emma: “This is pretty tough.”

Licht: “The toughest thing is how bad my drawings are…”

Emma: “No!? I like how unique and creative your drawings are.”

Licht: “You don’t have to force yourself to like them.”

Emma: “I’m not forcing myself.”

Licht: “But it’s true that it’s not good enough to work as a clue.”

Emma: “That’s not true.”

I arranged the pictures on the table to see if there were any clues we may have overlooked.

(We went to all the places I could think of and asked the people in town.)

(Even so, the landscape drawing didn’t trigger any memories.)

Emma: “Maybe this scenery isn’t from Rhodolite.”

Licht: “We’ve searched a lot and can’t find a similar place, so I think the possibility is high.”

Emma: “That’s right. Bu what should we do when it comes to other countries…”

(It’s suddenly become even more difficult to find…)

The store clerk sets the seasonal peach tart on the table in front of me.

I hurriedly set aside the drawing and inhaled the scent to my heart’s content.

Emma: “Looks delicious…”

Licht: “You’re drooling…”

Emma: “You’re lying!?”

Licht: “It’s a lie.”

Emma: “…Licht.”

Licht: “I just wanted to see your cute reaction.”

Licht cut into the tart, putting a slice onto a plate and handing it to me.

After I took the plate and thanked him, he started cutting his own portion of the tart.

Licht: “I want to keep your current cuteness in a picture.”

Emma: “…If you say that, I’ll have to get revenge okay?”

The tart that Licht had cut into pieces had the most delicious parts.

While he had a somewhat melancholy air when he dug up the box, Licht was now smiling.

(Licht’s smile is a national treasure no matter when I see it.)

(…national treasure…)

Emma: “Ah!”

Licht: “What?”

Emma: “I have a good idea.”

(With this you might be able to find scenery from other countries!)

After savoring the seasonal tart slowly, we convinced the staff to package the rest for us to take home.

I took Licht’s hand and headed to a certain place.

Sariel: “You want to see inside the treasury?”

Emma: “Yes.”

I had approached the subject while offering tea and a lightly sweetened cake to Sariel while he took a break.

It was only natural that I got a questioning response.

Emma: “Rhodolite is the land of art and roses, so there are many works of art in the court, right?”

Emma: “I want to see paintings by artists from all over the continent.”

Licht: “… I see.”

Licht: “If there’s a similar painting in the court that would definitely be a clue.”

Emma: “Right?”

Sariel: “Are you looking for something? I’m not sure you’ll find it, but it’s fine for you to look in the treasury.”

Emma: “Eh…it’s okay?”

Sariel: “Why are you surprised?”

Emma: “Well the treasury is such an important place that it’s heavily guarded, so I didn’t think it would be possible to get permission so easily…”

Sariel: “Is it really that strange? You are Price Licht’s fiancée.”

Sariel: “You have the right to freely browse the treasury. Here you go.”

Sariel takes out a key from the desk drawer and drops it into my hand.

Emma: “Thank you—”

Sariel: “However, as you said earlier, it houses important cultural property that is under security.”

Sariel: “Don’t play hide and seek in the treasury and break the artwork like Prince Licht did in the past.”

Licht: “…don’t bring that up, Sariel.”

(That really happened?)

Emma: “I understand, I��ll keep my head up!”

The treasury of Castle Rhodolite was even more expansive than the dance hall.

(Even so, it feels cramped because there are so many things.)

As befits the name of the land of art and roses, countless works of art were stored in the treasury.

I froze… if I should fall, I would crash right into the ceramic vase displayed in front of me.

Licht: “You’re too cautious.”

Emma: “Aren’t you nervous, Licht?”

Licht: “Not really? Guess I don’t understand the value of art.”

Licht: “You are far more valuable to me than the national treasures here.”

Emma: “Ah, thank you…?”

(…Licht’s words are always so sweet and make me smile.)

Licht: “There are a considerable number of paintings alone.”

Emma: “Yeah, it’s rewarding to have this many!”

Licht: “Too excited.”

Licht: “…that kind of thing is cute though.”

Licht casually presses his lips against my forehead and immediately begins to remove the cloth from a nearby painting.

(The treasury…. it’s really warm.)

After hours of quiet work—

Emma: “I might have found it.”

Removing the cloths that were hanging on painting after painting…

That’s when I found one picture that stopped my hand.

The painting was a delicate depiction of a foreign dancer.

The dancer is beautiful, and takes your breath away in admiration.

But what caught my attention was the scenery behind her.

Licht: “Which one?”

Licht came closer to the sound of my voice.

The two of us stared intently at the painting like appraisers.

Emma: “Look. First, here’s the beautiful full moon, right? Then there’s the stage where the dancers are dancing.”

Emma: “The jumbled masses in your drawings look just like that, and most importantly, this…”

I compared one of Licht’s drawings with the painting in question.

In the picture that Licht drew when he was young, there are parts that were colored with yellow and green.

On the other hand, the painting depicts a beautiful sandy landscape that is almost transparent and green plants that are not seen around here.

(I don’t know if it’s really right, and it’s possible that it’s just a stretch, but…)

Emma: “The picture you drew was a desert, isn’t it?”

Licht: “…a desert…”

Licht: “That means it’s in Tanzanite, the land of divination and illusion—”

I try to recall the information while imagining a continental map in my mind.

Emma: “Tanzanite… I think that was the country neighboring Jade.”

Licht: “Yes. Tanzanite is the only country that has a desert, and it’s famous for its dancers.”

Emma: “So the person who told you the stories was talking about Tanzanite?”

Licht: “It’s very possible.”

Licht: “I heard that the country over there welcomes dancers and songstresses freely.”

Licht: “…and my mother was a songstress.”

I can hear my heart pounding heavily.

Emma: “Wait, Licht…”

Emma: “Who told you the story that made you draw this picture?”

Licht: “…”

Licht: “…my mother.”

An unfathomable shadow casts into his crimson eyes.

Licht: “This is where my mother wanted to go.”

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Licht 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

Chapter 1

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Clavis: “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

Emma/Licht: “Wha?” “Hm?”

That morning when I was having breakfast with Licht as usual, Prince Clavis, who had the strangest look on his face, came up to us and suddenly began to speak.

Clavis: “Brother, I must apologize to you.”

Licht: “What are you talking about?”

Clavis: “So, let me show you my sincerity.”

Licht: “You’re not listening.”

Clavis: “Don’t hesitate to take it.”

Prince Clavis held out a shovel to Licht, who looked at it coldly.

… I can’t think of a use for a shovel other than digging a hole.

(I don’t understand what he’s trying to say, and the only other thought is too creepy!)

Licht: “I don’t need it.”

Clavis: “Don’t say that. It’s the supreme gem that I was finally able to get ahold of!”

Clavis: “It’s easy to hold, easy to dig with, and it looks cool.”

Licht: “I don’t need it.”

Clavis: “Well then, Emma—”

Emma: “Oh, I don’t need it…”

(I can’t do anything in this situation, even if I do get the shovel.)

Licht: “What do you want?”

Clavis: “I told you, to apologize.”

Licht: “Apologize for what?”

Clavis: “This is my apology for uncovering your innocent dreams.”

Clavis: “I was just working hard to create a pitfall today, but I didn’t mean for it to become anything else.”

Licht: “…Emma, what should I do? Seriously Clavis, even if I listen to you, I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

Emma: “It’s okay, I’m confused too.”

Clavis: “Haha, I understand. I understand. Licht, are you embarrassed?”

Clavis: “Ah, but don’t worry! I didn’t look at the contents of the letter.”

Clavis: “I am a kind-hearted older brother, I will not destroy my younger brother’s past romance.”

Licht: “Letter…past romance…”

Licht: “…Oh.”

Emma: “Eh, what, did you remember something?”

Licht: “I got it.”

Clavis: “Then do you understand the importance of the shovel?”

Licht took the shovel Prince Clavis offered without any hesitation.

It was a shocking voice and it make my voice tremble.

Emma: “Licht, what the…”

Licht: “You’re off today, aren’t you? Will you come with me?”

After finishing breakfast, Licht went deep into the forest surrounding the court with the shovel in hand.

Licht: “…Over there.”

Emma: “It does look like it was dug up.”

Licht: “Maybe Clavis dug it.”

Licht: “I don’t know what he wanted to do by digging a hole in a place like this.”

Emma: “…I guess it’s a practice pitfall.”

Licht: “Could be.”

(It’s possible.)

Licht shrugged his shoulders and immediately began scooping up the soil with the shovel Clavis had given him.

After a while, he stopped, as if he had hit something.

Looking into the hole, there was something covered in reddish-brown rust.

Licht: “On second thought…”

Licht took the box out from the hole with a bitter look on his face.

(What kind of box is it?)

(It must be pretty old considering how badly it’s deteriorated.)

Emma: “Prince Clavis said something about a past romance…”

Licht: “That’s not it.”

Licht: “Don’t expect much, Emma.”

(Sorry Licht, I’m so excited.)

When Licht wiped off the dirt and opened the rusted box—

Inside was a letter addressed to ‘my future self’ and several pictures.

(No way, this…)

Emma: “Is it something you left when you were a child?”

Licht: “Yes.”

Emma: “Wow! What a precious treasure!”

Licht: “Precious?”

Emma: “It’s an important clue about your childhood, isn’t it?”

Emma: “It’s precious because it’s a piece of you that I don’t know.”

Licht: “…You’re the only one who wants to know that stuff.”

Licht’s expression, which was somewhat stiff, loosened.

(But how did Prince Clavis know if belonged to Licht?)

(I wonder if he could tell by the pictures? I wouldn’t have been able to understand that even if I had dug it up, so it’s frustrating.)

Burning with a passionate curiosity, I crouched down and looked inside the box.

Emma: “The pictures…Can I see them?”

Licht: “Do what you want.”

Avoiding the letter, he quietly picks up a few pictures.

(It’s some kind of landscape drawing.)

It was a picture that was probably drawn by a young Licht, as the quality of the art seemed to indicate.

(Hmmmm… now to decipher the art.)

(There’s one thing that all the pictures have in common…)

Emma: “The big circle is the moon, isn’t it?”

Licht: “Probably, yeah.”

Emma: “Did you like the moon as a child, Licht?”

Licht: “That’s not it.

Licht: “That picture was drawn after listening to a story someone had told me.”

Licht also picked up a picture and looked at it with no expression.

Rather than cherishing childhood memories, I felt a bitter atmosphere.

Licht: “They always described the scenery in detail.”

Licht: “I don’t really remember it, but it was fun to hear about a world I didn’t know about.”

Licht: “As a prince, it was difficult for me to leave the court freely, so I used to have a longing for the outside world…”

Licht: “I remember wanting to go there as a child.”

(From how he said it, it’s not a bad memory.)

Licht’s childhood was inevitably surrounded by darkness.

Even with good memories, the darkness turns everything to pain.

Licht: “…But looking at this picture as an adult, I don’t know where this place is.”

Emma: “Do you still want to go?”

Licht: “…”

Licht: “…yes.”

(I wonder what happened between then and now.)

Although it’s brief, his response is all it takes for me to speak in a bright voice.

Emma: “Then let’s look for it.”

Licht: “Emma, do you recognize it?”

Emma: “No, but I’m confident I know everything about Rhodolite.”

Emma: “If it was your childhood dream, I’ll try to find it no matter what.”

After declaring this and clenching my fists, Licht stood up for some reason and moved to crouch down next to me.

When I turned my face toward him, a gentle kiss grazed my lips.

Emma: “Umm…?”

Licht: “It’s a thank you kiss.”

Emma: “…Uh, you’re welcome.”

(Licht seems to have high hopes for us too… Alright, let’s do our best!)

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