Chloe, who had been turning her head, touched the top of her head and glared at Callius.
“Don’t do that! Why are you doing this?”
“Why is Chloe doing that?”
“What about me?”
“You’re being mean.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She smoothed her hair and turned back to Callius.
Callius ran after Chloe, ruffling her hair again.
Chloe looked back at him with a frown on her face.
“How rude!”
Why am I not scared even though I'm angry?
Callius was two steps ahead of Chloe, blocking her path.
“Why are you pushing me away?”
“What, what am I?”
Chloe's gaze turned elsewhere, perhaps because it stung.
'You can't even lie.'
Callius ruffled her hair again in rising anger.
"Ugh!"
Chloe, who was furious to the core, slapped Callius' arm, thinking that words would not do anything.
“...!”
And then he just looked at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe she did something like that.
Callius finally felt relieved to see Chloe so honest about her feelings.
Expressing your feelings and talking to each other is holding on to the relationship, but keeping your distance and avoiding each other is destroying the relationship.
The former and the latter differ greatly in the presence or absence of an opportunity for reconciliation.
'Cute.'
Callius was so relieved and happy to see Chloe running towards him that he deliberately teased her more childishly.
“It doesn’t hurt at all. Did you hit me?”
The urge to be grumpy disappeared, but he still couldn't figure out why he wanted to tease her so much.
“What did you say?”
Chloe clenched her fists and trembled, annoyed by Callius's attitude.
Then, finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and hit Callius hard again.
It was really a cotton fist with no strength at all.
It didn't hurt at all, but Callius pretended to push back, afraid that he might really hurt Chloe's feelings.
But he teased her with his mouth in a mean way.
“I didn’t know you were such a violent person.”
“Who made me like this!”
“Who is that?”
Callius looked around and shrugged playfully.
“Oh, really!”
Chloe strode past Callius as if she couldn't stand the thought.
But no matter how big her strides were, Callius could easily catch up with her.
Chloe grumbled and pushed Callius' chest as he kept blocking her path.
Of course, she didn't mean to tell him to fall. She just meant to tell him to get out of the way.
But then, Callius, who seemed to be three times her size, stumbled over and said, “Huh? Huh?”
And of all people, he had to grab Chloe.
“Ah!”
Chloe couldn't hold on for even a moment and fell flat on top of Callius without a fight.
“Uh... Are you okay?”
Chloe raised her upper body and asked Callius.
Whenever she got angry and pushed, Chloe would immediately ask about the other person's condition as soon as she came to her senses, and Callius thought that she was a very soft-hearted person.
He fell down on purpose, snickering and joking.
"I knew you were truly sinister, the moment you started peeking at the naked bodies of strangers in Ker, Uttar tribe. To leap into my arms in broad daylight, and in the open."
Only then did Chloe realize that this was also one of Callius's pranks.
“Why are you doing this! Stop joking around!”
With a face that was clearly aroused by the intensity of her anger, she grabbed him by the collar. It was like a child throwing a tantrum, grabbing his collar, and shaking him.
Callius burst out laughing and whispered sweetly to her.
“You look really beautiful today.”
“What, what did you say?”
Chloe was speechless and snickered at the unexpected compliment.
She was pretty even in that way.
The pure white Kuna leather outfit suited her very well.
Now she looked just like the Snow Queen from a fairy tale.
Callius smoothed Chloe's messy hair, then turned to face her and spoke politely again.
“I’m sorry for leaving you alone all night.”
Then he hugged her lightly and comforted her.
At first, Chloe tried to resist being hugged by him, but soon she stopped resisting and just stayed in his embrace.
'I wasn't particularly... particularly lonely. I had Karl by my side.'
Why am I suddenly crying?
Even as she thought that, tears kept coming to her eyes, so Chloe held her breath and tried to swallow them back.
Callius noticed that she was swallowing back tears.
After comforting her for a while, when she had caught her breath, he made a suggestion.
“Shall I show you something nice that will cheer you up, madam?”
***
At that time, Andrea, who found it strange that she could not contact Viscount Pelsus, was on her way back after visiting the Viscount's mansion to find out the situation.
“The Viscount is missing?”
The mansion of the Viscount Pelsus was in a state of disarray.
One day, the Viscount suddenly said he had to go to the North and left, and there has been no news from him since.
Next to the butler, who said that he could not even find the collar of the Viscount Pelsus's coat, no matter how hard he searched, stood a man who claimed to be a relative of the Viscount Pelsus.
The young man, fresh and young, seemed excited about taking the place of Viscount Pelsus.
It was an incredible thing.
“Viscount Pelsus said he had a good business plan!”
If things had gone as planned, Viscount Pelsus and Chloe should have been married by now.
Immediately after the wedding, Viscount Pelsus promised to introduce him to a very good business venture involving some kind of mushroom or something.
But the wedding was canceled, and the business talk was also postponed.
Andrea, though he thought that Viscount Pelsus was a shallow merchant who only cared about money, greatly admired his business acumen.
Viscount Pelsus was a self-made man who had risen to the ranks of a wealthy merchant through his own efforts, and now he had even reached the ranks of the nobility.
'Good ability, but greedy for titles. He was really easy to handle.'
Why is he suddenly disappearing?
'What on earth is going on in the North? Could it be...?'
Andrea recalled how, over drinks with Viscount Pelsus, he had wished Marquis Rodrian had been assassinated.
‘...It wasn’t the Marquis of Rodrian who did it, was it?’
To be honest, he did push Viscount Pelsus's back.
It was actually intentional to subtly stab Viscount Pelsus in the side by offering to protect anyone who assassinated Marquis Rodrian.
“Damn it! I told you to hit that guy in the back, and you got hit by that stupid thing?”
I hoped not.
But if that's not the case, why did Viscount Pelsus suddenly disappear?
“Ugh!”
Andrea, who was furious, stomped his feet on the carriage floor and made a fuss.
The coachman continued to run without stopping, as if he was used to such things.
“My business money! My business!”
He felt like he was going crazy because he was so sorry for all the things he had wasted by handing Chloe over to Callius.
“Ugh! Chloe! You fucking bitch! You’re not helping! You’re not helping!”
After a long period of rioting, Andrea, exhausted, gasped for breath and counted the vast fortunes he did not possess, but was sure he would soon acquire.
“If I had joined hands with Viscount Pelsus and started one business after another, I could have had two top companies a year, and ten top companies in five years!”
He kicked the seat across from him violently again, as if he was going crazy because he was so sorry.
“In 10 or 20 years, I would have become the richest Emperor on this continent!”
Of course, it wasn't an exact calculation, but a miraculous calculation that only existed in Andrea's head.
But Andrea firmly believed in that calculation and resented Chloe.
"Chloe, if only that woman would move properly! Damn it! That damn Marquis of Rodrian! I won't let you go! Argh! Argh!"
The idea that Chloe and Callius were thieves who had stolen his property was already deeply ingrained in Andrea's mind.
In reality, he had lost nothing, but Chloe and Callius, who had taken all his imaginary wealth, were the ones who deserved to die for Andrea.
Andrea didn't really want to think about the fact that it was Kavala who had so strongly pushed for their marriage.
Chloe and Callius are just fucking annoying.
So, as soon as Andrea arrived at the palace, she ran to Kavala and told him about Chloe and Callius, who were mentally tormenting him.
“Mother, it must have been Marquis Rodrian who murdered Viscount Pelsus out of spite!”
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