Lucas looked tired.
After hearing the news of Barcas's marriage, he felt like he had gone completely crazy.
Raina, who had a subtle admiration for the relationship between Ayla and Barcas, created a clumsy romance in her head. And in the story, Thalia Roem Guerta seemed to appear as a rare villain who separated Ayla from her lovers.
Raina's eyes burned with determination, just like when she first went out to hunt the manticore in pursuit of mounted warriors.
"We'll see, I'll make her leave this place on her own. We're going to save him from the Taren witch!"
What the hell is in his eyes, making Barcas Raedgo Sheerkhan look like someone who needs a helping hand?
Sometimes he wants to open the lid of his head.
Lucas swallowed a sigh and picked up his coat from the back of his chair
"Well, try your best."
"Are you going to leave it alone?"
"Didn't you see him wrapping her up earlier? I don't want to be seen by the next Grand Duke."
"That's all her cunning trick! Haven't you heard of the rumor that the women of the Taren are using evil magic to steal the souls of men?"
Raina foamed at the mouth.
"I'm sure she pretended to be weak to elicit sympathy! My brother just couldn't ignore it!"
He shook his head. It was useless to talk to Raina in such a state.
With a deep sigh, he stepped toward the door, and Raina squealed loudly.
"Where are you going!"
"I'm going for a horseback ride! I'm frustrated, so I need to get some air."
"No! Don't you know that there will be a welcome banquet for your brother soon?"
He walked out of the room without pretending to listen.
The central hall was crowded with servants carrying luggage.
A group of shy-looking workers, who appeared to be from the central region, piled up a mountain of large chests on one side of the large hall, and the servants of the castle of Raedgo opened them and recorded their contents. At first glance, they were eye-popping treasures.
'I think the rumors that she's so extravagant are true.'
He scanned the chest full of clothes and trinkets with his eyes before going out through the back door.
As he was about to go to the stable, he saw a crowd of warriors from Wolfram's Lancers who had left to assist Barcas in the backyard.
Lucas found a familiar face in the crowd and walked away.
"Tyrone!"
The man who was drinking wine with only a loose tunka wrapped loosely looked over his shoulder at him.
"Ah, you're the second master."
He wiped away his wet lips and spoke in his characteristic drooping tone.
"How have you been?"
"I've been doing so well that I'm bored."
Lucas slumped down on the stairs surrounding the theater, snatched his bottle, and gulped it down.
"How is the situation in the capital?"
"It was messy, as expected."
The man, who didn't seem to be offended by his rude behavior, shrugged his shoulders calmly.
"This marriage seems to have shaken the Marquis of Oristain and most of the conservative aristocracy. Lord Sheerkhan had a hard time calming them."
"What about the Princess and the Crown Prince?"
"I haven't even met Her Highness the First Princess. They said she was out of the room. And so it deserves. She was about to get married... She probably won't make an official appearance until a new marriage is decided. And His Highness the Crown Prince..."
As if choosing the right words, Tyrone folded his arms in front of his chest and wrinkled his brows.
"He was full of poison, but he was surprisingly calm in accepting the situation. He decided that it would be more beneficial for him to pretend to agree to this marriage and strengthen the bond rather than completely pretending to be with Lord Sheerkan."
Lucas tilted his head at the unexpected words.
"That's amazing. I thought he would go to war with the East to make my brother pay for his sister's betrayal... It was rumored that the First Princess wouldn't cover up the fire."
As he recalled the harsh impression of the Crown Prince he had met on his visit to the capital a few years ago, Tyrone burst into laughter.
"In front of power, even a pig bounces an abacus. The Crown Prince indeed feels terrible about his sister, but he is more affectionate than the Emperor. In fact, he seemed more worried about his base of support than the humiliation she suffered."
Lucas furrowed his brows.
He, too, had been educated for several years at the academy in the capital, but he could not adapt to the values of the central aristocracy.
In the eastern part of the country, the bond between flesh and blood was stronger.
She was a slap in the face, but if Raina had been broken up, they would have fought a war to avenge the humiliation.
Suddenly, he felt sorry for the First Princess.
She had been betrayed by her fiancé and even by her brother, whom she trusted.
Maybe Raina is right. The women of the Taren family may have dangerous magical powers that make men betray their trust.
He thought of the deep blue eyes that sat under the hood.
Their eyes, shimmering with faint heat, were like living jewels.
Do you know? Even the top-grade lapis lazuli cannot be compared to it.
Trying to remove the hood was a purely unconscious act. The moment he made eye contact, his hand moved without realizing it.
He asked in a slightly subdued voice.
"What kind of person do you think the 2nd Princess is?"
Deep wrinkles appeared between the eyebrows of the man.
He paused for a moment and then answered.
"I've only had one conversation, so I don't know much about her. However, it seemed clear that she wasn't an ordinary personality as rumored."
"More than Raina?"
"No way, she's going to do more than her."
He jokingly said. However, perhaps not sure of himself, there were shallow wrinkles around his eyes.
Lucas felt his curiosity swell.
What kind of person is it that makes this loach-like man use up his impression?
"How's her appearance? Is she really that pretty?"
At the question he spat out, the man who had taken the bottle back from his hand stopped and gave him an exploratory look.
For some reason, he felt sick.
He scraped the floor with the heel of his shoe.
The man, who had been watching the situation, poured all the remaining liquor into his mouth and spat it out in a deep voice.
"So much so that it becomes a problem."
Then he added meaningfully with a thoughtful expression.
"I guess that's why Lord Sheerkan keeps her so tightly hidden."
***
When I opened my eyes, there was a thick darkness surrounding.
I gasped wildly and squeezed my throat. It was as if someone was suffocating.
Scraping my skin to remove my shapeless fingers, I crawled to the bedside and waved the string on the bell.
After a while, I heard the door open.
I turned my head.
When a familiar silhouette came into view, the blocked breath opened up. It was as if ny body recognized him before my head could recognize him.
"Did you have leg cramps?"
Barcas leaned over the bed with a light at my bedside.
I took a long, deep breath and shook my head from side to side.
"I just called the maid because I was thirsty."
His eyes narrowed. He didn't seem to believe me.
Barcas, who had been measuring my heat with one hand on my forehead, gave orders in a blunt tone to the belated maids.
"Get medicine from the healer."
Then he poured water into the glass himself.
I was annoyed for a moment by his ignoring my words, but I thanked him for running to me and took the glass without hesitation.
As I took a sip of the cold water, my mind became clearer.
I set down my glass of water and scanned him with feverish eyes.
Barcas was wearing a loose coat worn by the men here over a tight tunic.
I felt sick to my stomach for a moment because of the unfamiliar clothes.
I glanced at the outline of his chest through the hem of his robe, then lowered my eyes with an uncomfortable expression.
"That's what you dressed for. It's strange."
"It is a traditional costume of the East."
"Well, don't wear them in the future, they don't look good."
It was actually a terribly good match.
It seemed a bit suggestive that a man who always dressed as flawlessly as a knife wore a loose outfit that seemed to be about to come loose.
That was kind of annoying.
I said emphatically.
"You look so undignified. If you go around dressed like that, the vassals will look at you with pride. So don't wear it."
Barcas, who had been staring down at my face, nodded slowly.
"I see."
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