“Well then, I will take my leave now.”
“Have a good time.”
Team Leader Rosie Triet and Agent Kirsten Triton, who had guided Princess Yvonne to the castle walls, bowed their heads politely, exchanged glances, and quickly disappeared.
When everyone else disappeared, only two people remained.
Bright sunlight pours down on her entire body.
She slowly called out to Rudnine, who was staring at the shimmering light from Yvonne's bright silver hair as if in a trance.
“I, Rudd.”
The veins on the back of Rudnine's hand grew thick as he became aware of her voice digging into his ear.
'Isn't this a dream?'
In fact, Rudnine thought he was dreaming until he saw Yvonne climbing up the wall.
Because he threatened her yesterday with something like the Thiels' magic stone.
This time, he was sure that he would be forcibly released from Yvonne's fishing grounds.
He never wanted this outcome, but he couldn't stand it any longer.
Yvonne keeps pushing his hand away and runs to the dangerous limb alone.
Then, he was terrified that he would arrive too late and find her collapsed with a pale face.
His earnest yearning for Yvonne was constantly being pushed away, unable to reach her. Her retreating heart left him dizzy and suffocated.
So dare he threaten her?
If he had thought about it a little more, there might have been another, better way. But Rudnine ultimately lost his mind.
He was wandering around with his eyes wide open, afraid of the final notice Yvonne would send, as she was furious at his rude threats and wouldn't come out of the room.
However.
"Therefore..."
Yvonne, flustered by his lack of response, tucked her hair behind her ear and took a deep breath.
Even at this moment, he can't take his eyes off it.
He was breathing, but he seemed to be holding his breath.
Yvonne came to me in person...!
Something similar happened before.
When he was in the training hall of the Iels' mansion, unable to sleep due to his mind being in disarray because of Yvonne, who seemed to have a lover.
She ran straight to the Iels' mansion.
It was a question.
Always keeping a distance and drawing a line, but at important moments, approaching and making people expect something.
'Why are you making me excited again?'
She was a scary woman who could capture one's heart in an instant.
He barely suppressed the urge to run over to Yvonne, who was standing over there.
His heart, burning towards her, was about to burst, and he was terrified. His clenched fists were trembling.
“...Why did you come?”
"Yes?"
The wide, bewildered eyes were so beautiful that Rudnine unconsciously bit his lower lip.
"Even if I run to you, Yvonne will probably just keep pulling away. You're like a fog that I can't seem to catch, no matter how close I get."
Fog.
My silver mist, shining enchantingly, yet elusive.
Rudnine was taken aback by Yvonne's surprised expression as if she hadn't even thought about it.
So he decided to complain.
"Yvonne. If you won't even give me your side, why did you come to me again? You don't even use me when I ask you to, so why do you keep me expecting...?"
Rudnine trailed off.
Come to think of it, she had consistently refused his advances from the beginning.
'Why did I show such excessive kindness to Yvonne from day one?'
On the day of their blind date, he tried to write down the amount Yvonne had asked for on a check made out to Iels without any hesitation.
Yvonne was upset that he was lending so much money to just anyone, but looking back, it wasn't 'just anyone'.
That's because it was Yvonne.
It was love at first sight when the mysterious bell rang in his head.
He doesn't know. He used to dismiss that kind of beginning as being infinitely frivolous, but it was absolutely not.
It was so heavy that it was burdensome.
So much so that he would rather be used and abandoned by her.
He wanted to love without regrets, but Yvonne found him difficult and didn't even give him a proper chance.
That was so frustrating and sad.
After a while, Yvonne's lips, which had been hesitating, parted.
“I, no, I... Rudd, I.”
Her bright purple eyes were shaking with emotions that were difficult to even guess.
"What? What are you thinking? Do you think I'm a burden?"
Rudnine became impatient.
He wanted to dedicate his whole life to it, so he took Yvonne to the treasure vault without much thought, but she was terrified and hated it.
So he was sure.
Perhaps Yvonne will run away as soon as she gets the Thiels' Magic Stone.
Without relying on him, and alone, dangerously, like that.
While inspecting the interior of the castle today, this thought suddenly occurred to me.
If Yvonne finds him so burdensome, it would be right for him to leave her as she wishes.
But he also had a vague intuition. He felt she cherished him and liked him, too.
But why on earth? Why?
The worries returned to their original place.
Rudnine, in a state of confusion, habitually gripped the handle of his sword, which was like his alter ego.
Wheezing, wheezing-!
That was when.
Suddenly, a sand curtain rose between Yvonne and Rudnine and began to spin terribly.
The sandstorm was quite menacing, even making a whirring sound to keep him from approaching Yvonne.
“Gorten! What are you doing!”
Yvonne's sharp voice could be heard through the sand whirlpool.
Rudnine narrowed his eyes and looked down.
'Aha.'
A lizard appeared in front of Yvonne, blocking her path as if protecting her.
Rudnine, who had been facing off against the lizard familiar who was glaring at him quite fiercely for a long time, let out a hollow laugh.
"Did that familiar think I would attack Yvonne? He's quite loyal, but he lacks discernment."
Never will he be able to leave a single mark on her body.
"Gorten. Can't you clear the sandstorm right now? I'm really fine! Yes, don't get me wrong. Oh, you too."
When she tried to dissuade him again, the lizard familiar made a grumpy expression.
And then, in one breath, he quickly took cover from the fierce sandstorm that had been blowing against him and sat down next to Yvonne's feet.
'That's amazing.'
The new familiar she brought was as good as the original familiar, Pembe.
To create and remove a sand barrier this size in an instant? This is a feat Rudnine has never seen before.
If it can use that level of magic, it must be a high-level familiar.
'Is Yvonne a warlock after all?'
The lizard's eyes, filled with devotion to Yvonne, blazed with the will to protect her.
Although he was relieved to have another strong familiar, he was also filled with jealousy and became displeased.
Isn't Yvonne more dangerous now than ever?
Empress Giselle will soon be on her trail, strangling her.
Also, their plan to break the seal of the ancient monster has been blatantly thwarted, so the empire will soon face a great threat.
Even though she was a princess of the Argenthoz family, she absolutely needed the protection of the Duke of Iels.
“Your Excellency.”
Thud.
He wonders if he's gotten used to nicknames before he knew it.
The moment he heard that harsh title coming from Yvonne's mouth, his heart sank.
Rudnine was shocked by Yvonne's sudden and distant address.
He slowly raised his head and looked at her. Yvonne approached him slowly. Then, biting her lip, she paused for a moment before speaking cautiously.
“You are too much for me.”
“...What on earth are you talking about?”
“So, I.”
As the distance narrowed and her face became clearer, Rudnaine's hair turned white.
'Are you crying?'
Yvonne's watery, violet eyes dominated his entire being.
Why? Why on earth?
Rudnine was confused and heartbroken.
But then something even more unbelievable came out of her mouth.
“I didn’t want to be your flaw.”
'Hmm?'
It was a difficult word that his head couldn't understand at all.
It was the most complex and difficult quiz in the world.
“Did you say 'hmm'?”
So he asked again and again.
Yvonne smiled sadly and nodded slowly.
"Yes. I am that kind of person when I stand next to you, Duke. Objectively speaking, I'm obviously a blot on you."
Also, 'Your Excellency.'
It was a familiar title he heard every day, but the word 'Your Excellency' coming out of her mouth stabbed him sharply like a dagger.
It hurt.
No, wait.
There was a difficult problem that needed to be solved and understood before the pain could be resolved.
Why is it that 'Yvonne Argenthoz', who haunts him like a ghost and makes him laugh at every moment of his life, has become his 'flaw'?
Far from being 'hmm', it was 'joy'.
It was a life that flowed peacefully, but there was a lovely person who showed him all kinds of emotions when he was bored.
Rudnine was frozen stiff and couldn't move an inch.
“I know that too. But I really wanted to say it, Your Excellency.”
As Yvonne walked towards him, tears welled up in her eyes and finally fell.
Rudnine's lips parted.
“Yvonne.”
His heart ached. How could I make her cry!
He never meant for this to happen.
He finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran towards her, closing the remaining distance between them.
Yvonne always looked strong.
He has often seen an ambiguous and haughty expression that makes it impossible to know what is really on her mind.
He first saw her crying in front of the Thiels Mine, but it was still unbearable to see her again.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”
Rudnine approached her cautiously and reached out to touch the tears streaming down her cheeks. His fingers trembled slightly.
Yvonne faced him and spoke in a wet voice.
“Honestly, I thought it was so weird that you were so kind to me.”
“You think it’s strange?”
"Yes! It's strange! I just can't understand why the sweet and perfect Duke of Iels likes me. I don't understand."
Rudnine was once again shocked when he heard her confess her words with her head down.
You thought it was strange? Does that mean you didn't trust my heart and confession from the beginning?
But that didn't matter.
First of all, the priority was to stop Yvonne's tears.
"Don't cry, Yvonne. I was wrong. I'm sorry, I was weird."
“No, really! What are you talking about! The Duke said you did nothing wrong.”
But he couldn't hear her very well.
Instead, he quickly took a handkerchief out of his bosom and focused on wiping Yvonne's tears from her eyes.
He was so nervous that his hands were shaking.
Am I making things this hard for Yvonne? If she asks me to leave, what should I do? It was at that moment that Rudnine was about to close her eyes tightly in agony.
Her rosy lips parted beautifully.
“Rudnine Iels. I am...”
Rudnine opened his eyes wide.
It was the first time Yvonne had called him by his full name.
Hearing his name in her voice felt so beautiful that Rudnine's legs almost gave out.
His heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
Even the same repetitive situations change with Yvonne Argenthoz.
Even if he walks through hell, he will be happy as long as he's with her.
Of course, he has no intention of dragging her into the mud.
Because his wish is to have an ordinary daily life where he walks with her everywhere, keeping pace with her footsteps.
Could it be that calling my name so beautifully is the last gift?
Rudnine felt even more distressed as he saw himself reflected in Yvonne's purple eyes, more beautiful than jewels.
At that moment, Yvonne clenched her fists and her eyes sparkled with determination.
“I have something I have to say.”
“I don’t want to hear it...”
He felt bitterness welling up inside him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her.
'Is it over now?'
"I'm sorry I was so foolish and didn't understand your feelings all this time. Can we start over?"
What he heard from her was different from what he expected.
"Actually, Duke of Iels. I really like you. Please go out with me!"
“Have a good time.”
Team Leader Rosie Triet and Agent Kirsten Triton, who had guided Princess Yvonne to the castle walls, bowed their heads politely, exchanged glances, and quickly disappeared.
When everyone else disappeared, only two people remained.
Bright sunlight pours down on her entire body.
She slowly called out to Rudnine, who was staring at the shimmering light from Yvonne's bright silver hair as if in a trance.
“I, Rudd.”
The veins on the back of Rudnine's hand grew thick as he became aware of her voice digging into his ear.
'Isn't this a dream?'
In fact, Rudnine thought he was dreaming until he saw Yvonne climbing up the wall.
Because he threatened her yesterday with something like the Thiels' magic stone.
This time, he was sure that he would be forcibly released from Yvonne's fishing grounds.
He never wanted this outcome, but he couldn't stand it any longer.
Yvonne keeps pushing his hand away and runs to the dangerous limb alone.
Then, he was terrified that he would arrive too late and find her collapsed with a pale face.
His earnest yearning for Yvonne was constantly being pushed away, unable to reach her. Her retreating heart left him dizzy and suffocated.
So dare he threaten her?
If he had thought about it a little more, there might have been another, better way. But Rudnine ultimately lost his mind.
He was wandering around with his eyes wide open, afraid of the final notice Yvonne would send, as she was furious at his rude threats and wouldn't come out of the room.
However.
"Therefore..."
Yvonne, flustered by his lack of response, tucked her hair behind her ear and took a deep breath.
Even at this moment, he can't take his eyes off it.
He was breathing, but he seemed to be holding his breath.
Yvonne came to me in person...!
Something similar happened before.
When he was in the training hall of the Iels' mansion, unable to sleep due to his mind being in disarray because of Yvonne, who seemed to have a lover.
She ran straight to the Iels' mansion.
It was a question.
Always keeping a distance and drawing a line, but at important moments, approaching and making people expect something.
'Why are you making me excited again?'
She was a scary woman who could capture one's heart in an instant.
He barely suppressed the urge to run over to Yvonne, who was standing over there.
His heart, burning towards her, was about to burst, and he was terrified. His clenched fists were trembling.
“...Why did you come?”
"Yes?"
The wide, bewildered eyes were so beautiful that Rudnine unconsciously bit his lower lip.
"Even if I run to you, Yvonne will probably just keep pulling away. You're like a fog that I can't seem to catch, no matter how close I get."
Fog.
My silver mist, shining enchantingly, yet elusive.
Rudnine was taken aback by Yvonne's surprised expression as if she hadn't even thought about it.
So he decided to complain.
"Yvonne. If you won't even give me your side, why did you come to me again? You don't even use me when I ask you to, so why do you keep me expecting...?"
Rudnine trailed off.
Come to think of it, she had consistently refused his advances from the beginning.
'Why did I show such excessive kindness to Yvonne from day one?'
On the day of their blind date, he tried to write down the amount Yvonne had asked for on a check made out to Iels without any hesitation.
Yvonne was upset that he was lending so much money to just anyone, but looking back, it wasn't 'just anyone'.
That's because it was Yvonne.
It was love at first sight when the mysterious bell rang in his head.
He doesn't know. He used to dismiss that kind of beginning as being infinitely frivolous, but it was absolutely not.
It was so heavy that it was burdensome.
So much so that he would rather be used and abandoned by her.
He wanted to love without regrets, but Yvonne found him difficult and didn't even give him a proper chance.
That was so frustrating and sad.
After a while, Yvonne's lips, which had been hesitating, parted.
“I, no, I... Rudd, I.”
Her bright purple eyes were shaking with emotions that were difficult to even guess.
"What? What are you thinking? Do you think I'm a burden?"
Rudnine became impatient.
He wanted to dedicate his whole life to it, so he took Yvonne to the treasure vault without much thought, but she was terrified and hated it.
So he was sure.
Perhaps Yvonne will run away as soon as she gets the Thiels' Magic Stone.
Without relying on him, and alone, dangerously, like that.
While inspecting the interior of the castle today, this thought suddenly occurred to me.
If Yvonne finds him so burdensome, it would be right for him to leave her as she wishes.
But he also had a vague intuition. He felt she cherished him and liked him, too.
But why on earth? Why?
The worries returned to their original place.
Rudnine, in a state of confusion, habitually gripped the handle of his sword, which was like his alter ego.
Wheezing, wheezing-!
That was when.
Suddenly, a sand curtain rose between Yvonne and Rudnine and began to spin terribly.
The sandstorm was quite menacing, even making a whirring sound to keep him from approaching Yvonne.
“Gorten! What are you doing!”
Yvonne's sharp voice could be heard through the sand whirlpool.
Rudnine narrowed his eyes and looked down.
'Aha.'
A lizard appeared in front of Yvonne, blocking her path as if protecting her.
Rudnine, who had been facing off against the lizard familiar who was glaring at him quite fiercely for a long time, let out a hollow laugh.
"Did that familiar think I would attack Yvonne? He's quite loyal, but he lacks discernment."
Never will he be able to leave a single mark on her body.
"Gorten. Can't you clear the sandstorm right now? I'm really fine! Yes, don't get me wrong. Oh, you too."
When she tried to dissuade him again, the lizard familiar made a grumpy expression.
And then, in one breath, he quickly took cover from the fierce sandstorm that had been blowing against him and sat down next to Yvonne's feet.
'That's amazing.'
The new familiar she brought was as good as the original familiar, Pembe.
To create and remove a sand barrier this size in an instant? This is a feat Rudnine has never seen before.
If it can use that level of magic, it must be a high-level familiar.
'Is Yvonne a warlock after all?'
The lizard's eyes, filled with devotion to Yvonne, blazed with the will to protect her.
Although he was relieved to have another strong familiar, he was also filled with jealousy and became displeased.
Isn't Yvonne more dangerous now than ever?
Empress Giselle will soon be on her trail, strangling her.
Also, their plan to break the seal of the ancient monster has been blatantly thwarted, so the empire will soon face a great threat.
Even though she was a princess of the Argenthoz family, she absolutely needed the protection of the Duke of Iels.
“Your Excellency.”
Thud.
He wonders if he's gotten used to nicknames before he knew it.
The moment he heard that harsh title coming from Yvonne's mouth, his heart sank.
Rudnine was shocked by Yvonne's sudden and distant address.
He slowly raised his head and looked at her. Yvonne approached him slowly. Then, biting her lip, she paused for a moment before speaking cautiously.
“You are too much for me.”
“...What on earth are you talking about?”
“So, I.”
As the distance narrowed and her face became clearer, Rudnaine's hair turned white.
'Are you crying?'
Yvonne's watery, violet eyes dominated his entire being.
Why? Why on earth?
Rudnine was confused and heartbroken.
But then something even more unbelievable came out of her mouth.
“I didn’t want to be your flaw.”
'Hmm?'
It was a difficult word that his head couldn't understand at all.
It was the most complex and difficult quiz in the world.
“Did you say 'hmm'?”
So he asked again and again.
Yvonne smiled sadly and nodded slowly.
"Yes. I am that kind of person when I stand next to you, Duke. Objectively speaking, I'm obviously a blot on you."
Also, 'Your Excellency.'
It was a familiar title he heard every day, but the word 'Your Excellency' coming out of her mouth stabbed him sharply like a dagger.
It hurt.
No, wait.
There was a difficult problem that needed to be solved and understood before the pain could be resolved.
Why is it that 'Yvonne Argenthoz', who haunts him like a ghost and makes him laugh at every moment of his life, has become his 'flaw'?
Far from being 'hmm', it was 'joy'.
It was a life that flowed peacefully, but there was a lovely person who showed him all kinds of emotions when he was bored.
Rudnine was frozen stiff and couldn't move an inch.
“I know that too. But I really wanted to say it, Your Excellency.”
As Yvonne walked towards him, tears welled up in her eyes and finally fell.
Rudnine's lips parted.
“Yvonne.”
His heart ached. How could I make her cry!
He never meant for this to happen.
He finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran towards her, closing the remaining distance between them.
Yvonne always looked strong.
He has often seen an ambiguous and haughty expression that makes it impossible to know what is really on her mind.
He first saw her crying in front of the Thiels Mine, but it was still unbearable to see her again.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”
Rudnine approached her cautiously and reached out to touch the tears streaming down her cheeks. His fingers trembled slightly.
Yvonne faced him and spoke in a wet voice.
“Honestly, I thought it was so weird that you were so kind to me.”
“You think it’s strange?”
"Yes! It's strange! I just can't understand why the sweet and perfect Duke of Iels likes me. I don't understand."
Rudnine was once again shocked when he heard her confess her words with her head down.
You thought it was strange? Does that mean you didn't trust my heart and confession from the beginning?
But that didn't matter.
First of all, the priority was to stop Yvonne's tears.
"Don't cry, Yvonne. I was wrong. I'm sorry, I was weird."
“No, really! What are you talking about! The Duke said you did nothing wrong.”
But he couldn't hear her very well.
Instead, he quickly took a handkerchief out of his bosom and focused on wiping Yvonne's tears from her eyes.
He was so nervous that his hands were shaking.
Am I making things this hard for Yvonne? If she asks me to leave, what should I do? It was at that moment that Rudnine was about to close her eyes tightly in agony.
Her rosy lips parted beautifully.
“Rudnine Iels. I am...”
Rudnine opened his eyes wide.
It was the first time Yvonne had called him by his full name.
Hearing his name in her voice felt so beautiful that Rudnine's legs almost gave out.
His heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
Even the same repetitive situations change with Yvonne Argenthoz.
Even if he walks through hell, he will be happy as long as he's with her.
Of course, he has no intention of dragging her into the mud.
Because his wish is to have an ordinary daily life where he walks with her everywhere, keeping pace with her footsteps.
Could it be that calling my name so beautifully is the last gift?
Rudnine felt even more distressed as he saw himself reflected in Yvonne's purple eyes, more beautiful than jewels.
At that moment, Yvonne clenched her fists and her eyes sparkled with determination.
“I have something I have to say.”
“I don’t want to hear it...”
He felt bitterness welling up inside him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her.
'Is it over now?'
"I'm sorry I was so foolish and didn't understand your feelings all this time. Can we start over?"
What he heard from her was different from what he expected.
"Actually, Duke of Iels. I really like you. Please go out with me!"
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