Episode 37. Propose like a creditor?
Red eyes and nose, puffy red lips, and a completely wet face.
Noah coldly handed her his handkerchief as she continued to foolishly rub her face with her wet hands.
For a moment, all her movements stopped. Then she raised her head as if in surprise.
The eyes that seemed to contain the ripples of the black sea were turned solely towards him.
At the beginning of summer, when the hot sun beat down, the eyes of a woman who had crossed the bitter cold alone were as deep as those of a winter sea. Then they rippled, and a light shone through them, as if her soul had returned.
Noah watched the change blankly and eventually spoke first.
“Take it.”
"Yes?"
“Will it be clean if you wipe it with wet hands? Take the handkerchief.”
Olivia instinctively accepted the handkerchief he offered.
She finally received it, but she couldn't quite grasp what was happening. She blinked and looked behind her. All that lay before her was a worn-out road overgrown with weeds.
Olivia turned her head again to look at him, opened her mouth, then trailed off.
“Why are you here...”
Noah felt like he had no idea how long he would have to explain to her.
Swallowing a sigh, he first greeted her politely and politely. It would have been out of the question in Herod, but after all, he had come to woo her.
Olivia was startled by the flowing, graceful greeting and quickly lowered her head, but then stopped, wondering if this was it.
So, Herod's greeting...
“...”
Looking at her, who seemed confused and unable to do anything, Noah, unable to bear it any longer, said a word.
“First, wash your face.”
“Huh? Oh, ...yes.”
But the handkerchief is frighteningly luxurious.
The glossy, navy silk handkerchief was just the thing. Olivia couldn't bring herself to wipe her face with this luxurious handkerchief. So, after hesitating, she held it out again.
“I... thank you, but that’s my house. I can just go home and clean it.”
“...”
Noah glanced at the house she was pointing to.
He was so embarrassed when he saw her face and offered her a handkerchief, and he thought she would faint if he asked her to go into her house and talk for a while.
But he didn't want to hold onto a woman who looked like she might collapse at any moment under the blazing sunlight and have a longer conversation.
In the end, Noah took the handkerchief she offered him and put it in his bosom, while simultaneously taking out the marriage proposal he had prepared and handing it to her.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
Olivia was truly confused by the heavy envelope he suddenly presented to her. Could she be dreaming with her eyes wide open?
Noah, though he could sense her confusion, offered no explanation.
“Take it. I came here to give you this.”
Olivia, who had received the envelope from him without thinking, had her lips dry at the sight of the ornate Herod royal seal.
Noah handed her another small business card.
"Read what's inside the envelope carefully. Read it, then come find me at the address written here."
Not a single thing he said made sense.
“You want me to read it and come back?”
“If you read it, you’ll have no choice but to do so.”
He added even more incredible words in a deep, low voice.
“Or call me. I’ll come.”
“...You’ll come here if I call you?”
Noah chuckled and took a step back as she asked him in absurd terms.
"I've been on a boat for three weeks just to give you that, so I hope you'll think about it positively. Well, I'll wait for your response."
He concluded his remarks with a polite greeting, typical of a Herodian gentleman.
Then, out of nowhere, he boarded a carriage. The face visible through the window was so businesslike that it almost seemed cold. His gaze, as cold as his expression, briefly rested on her. And just as quickly, the carriage pulled away.
Everything that had just happened felt unreal, and Olivia stood there, staring blankly at the carriage as it drove away.
A carriage that doesn't fit in at all with the old, rocky road.
He stood alone and proud among the weeds, each of different heights.
She was sure she was dreaming, but the unfamiliar feeling in her hand was so vivid.
“What? Why did that guy show up here and give me this...?”
She muttered, then lowered her gaze and looked back and forth between the envelope and the business card in her hand.
“The Ritz Hotel?”
When she opened the envelope holding the business card, there was a luxurious card with a heavy feel inside.
Olivia read the contents, leaving behind all the questions pouring down like rain.
And soon, she looked back at the carriage, which was moving away in surprise. It was moving away quickly, raising a cloud of dust.
Her heart was pounding hard, and cold sweat was running down her back.
Between her trembling fingers, a proposal written in elegant handwriting gleamed.
[... I, Noah Astrid, hereby formally propose to Miss Olivia Liberty, and I beg your permission.]
“What the heck is this...”
“I just came here on a boat for three weeks to give it to you, so I hope you think about it positively.”
As the cool man's voice came to mind, Olivia unconsciously covered her mouth.
The Prince she had met one autumn night suddenly appeared on the most miserable day of her life and proposed to her.
Like a lie.
Noah leaned against the rocking carriage, his eyes absentmindedly taking in the fields passing by. After a long stretch of vast fields, it seemed as if the capital of Pulder had such secluded outskirts that he finally reached a wide road.
And then, around that time, a road appeared and carriages passed by.
Noah turned his head again and looked at her house moving away.
So, it seems that not only had she walked this long distance while crying, but she had walked this street every day, day and night, summer and winter.
Noah's expression turned sour.
How light a newspaper is.
People probably don't care that the first female college student was crying alone in the blazing sun, as if she were being exposed to the elements. They only care about the very good or the very bad.
Noah suddenly took a handkerchief out of his bosom.
Madame Lehmann, who had said she'd be burdened by two headbands, was indeed a woman of discernment. He chuckled when he recalled her embarrassment at being unable to handle a mere handkerchief.
By now, she must have read the proposal.
If she was surprised by even a handkerchief, how would she react to a proposal?
“Meson.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Noah gave a light command, wringing his handkerchief back.
“Put an escort around Miss Liberty’s house.”
At his command, Meson secretly pouts, but soon becomes convinced.
The reason he pouted was that he felt it was arrogant of him to order security as if the marriage was a done deal, even though Olivia hadn't even accepted the proposal.
But soon he remembered the state of her home and understood.
"All right."
The joints of the windows in her house were clearly marked with sharp scratches and pressure marks.
It was undoubtedly a sign of someone trying to get in from outside. Judging by the numerous locks, she must have been aware of the danger.
As the door, so old and worn that it looked like it would break if kicked hard, came to mind, Noah felt a pang of annoyance and pity.
What are you going to do with just putting up a little padlock?
At least you should reach out to Princess Marguerite. What foolish thing is that?
Noah's eyes flashed coldly.
"Since you've come here for good, don't waste your time and have them transfer you to the Pulder Police Station. I hope it passes without any trouble."
“Yes, I understand. Are you going straight to Princess Marguerite’s house now?”
"Yeah. Since I'm here, I should at least say hello. If I don't, I'll get scolded for being rude."
At Noah's sarcastic remark, Meson pursed his lips and coughed softly. Then, after glancing furtively at his employer, he whispered softly.
“Didn’t I tell you that when you go to propose, you should at least bring a small bouquet of flowers?”
“...”
Meson shrugged his shoulders at the cold gaze that flew straight at him, but criticized him even more.
“No matter what kind of proposal you make... do it like a creditor?”
“You go back to Herod tomorrow.”
“Then who will do the secretarial work...”
“You came along because you wanted to see my proposal.”
“That’s true, but who would have thought you would do that?”
Noah burst out laughing in shock at the sight of the audience, who were so disappointed by the performance they had been so excited about.
“I have absolutely no intention of meeting your expectations, so if you expect anything like that in the future, resign.”
“No! I’m sorry!”
Meson backed off at just that point.
If he gets any more involved, this sensitive Prince might actually give him a notice of dismissal tomorrow.
Noah turned his head sharply and stubbornly stared out the window.
“No matter what kind of proposal you make... do it like a creditor?”
As Meson's words rang in his ears, a heavy feeling welled up in his heart.
Then, how can you make such a grand proposal to a woman who avoids eye contact even when you make eye contact and acts like she's going to faint at the slightest mention of something?
Finally, Noah glared at him again and warned him, word for word.
“If you say one more word about my marriage, you will be fired immediately.”
“I have committed a mortal sin, Your Highness.”
“Ha, that’s really...”
“I won’t do that.”
Noah, who had been glaring at the head of the cowardly Meson, eventually closed his eyes and hit the back of his head hard against the back of the chair.
Red eyes and nose, puffy red lips, and a completely wet face.
Noah coldly handed her his handkerchief as she continued to foolishly rub her face with her wet hands.
For a moment, all her movements stopped. Then she raised her head as if in surprise.
The eyes that seemed to contain the ripples of the black sea were turned solely towards him.
At the beginning of summer, when the hot sun beat down, the eyes of a woman who had crossed the bitter cold alone were as deep as those of a winter sea. Then they rippled, and a light shone through them, as if her soul had returned.
Noah watched the change blankly and eventually spoke first.
“Take it.”
"Yes?"
“Will it be clean if you wipe it with wet hands? Take the handkerchief.”
Olivia instinctively accepted the handkerchief he offered.
She finally received it, but she couldn't quite grasp what was happening. She blinked and looked behind her. All that lay before her was a worn-out road overgrown with weeds.
Olivia turned her head again to look at him, opened her mouth, then trailed off.
“Why are you here...”
Noah felt like he had no idea how long he would have to explain to her.
Swallowing a sigh, he first greeted her politely and politely. It would have been out of the question in Herod, but after all, he had come to woo her.
Olivia was startled by the flowing, graceful greeting and quickly lowered her head, but then stopped, wondering if this was it.
So, Herod's greeting...
“...”
Looking at her, who seemed confused and unable to do anything, Noah, unable to bear it any longer, said a word.
“First, wash your face.”
“Huh? Oh, ...yes.”
But the handkerchief is frighteningly luxurious.
The glossy, navy silk handkerchief was just the thing. Olivia couldn't bring herself to wipe her face with this luxurious handkerchief. So, after hesitating, she held it out again.
“I... thank you, but that’s my house. I can just go home and clean it.”
“...”
Noah glanced at the house she was pointing to.
He was so embarrassed when he saw her face and offered her a handkerchief, and he thought she would faint if he asked her to go into her house and talk for a while.
But he didn't want to hold onto a woman who looked like she might collapse at any moment under the blazing sunlight and have a longer conversation.
In the end, Noah took the handkerchief she offered him and put it in his bosom, while simultaneously taking out the marriage proposal he had prepared and handing it to her.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
Olivia was truly confused by the heavy envelope he suddenly presented to her. Could she be dreaming with her eyes wide open?
Noah, though he could sense her confusion, offered no explanation.
“Take it. I came here to give you this.”
Olivia, who had received the envelope from him without thinking, had her lips dry at the sight of the ornate Herod royal seal.
Noah handed her another small business card.
"Read what's inside the envelope carefully. Read it, then come find me at the address written here."
Not a single thing he said made sense.
“You want me to read it and come back?”
“If you read it, you’ll have no choice but to do so.”
He added even more incredible words in a deep, low voice.
“Or call me. I’ll come.”
“...You’ll come here if I call you?”
Noah chuckled and took a step back as she asked him in absurd terms.
"I've been on a boat for three weeks just to give you that, so I hope you'll think about it positively. Well, I'll wait for your response."
He concluded his remarks with a polite greeting, typical of a Herodian gentleman.
Then, out of nowhere, he boarded a carriage. The face visible through the window was so businesslike that it almost seemed cold. His gaze, as cold as his expression, briefly rested on her. And just as quickly, the carriage pulled away.
Everything that had just happened felt unreal, and Olivia stood there, staring blankly at the carriage as it drove away.
A carriage that doesn't fit in at all with the old, rocky road.
He stood alone and proud among the weeds, each of different heights.
She was sure she was dreaming, but the unfamiliar feeling in her hand was so vivid.
“What? Why did that guy show up here and give me this...?”
She muttered, then lowered her gaze and looked back and forth between the envelope and the business card in her hand.
“The Ritz Hotel?”
When she opened the envelope holding the business card, there was a luxurious card with a heavy feel inside.
Olivia read the contents, leaving behind all the questions pouring down like rain.
And soon, she looked back at the carriage, which was moving away in surprise. It was moving away quickly, raising a cloud of dust.
Her heart was pounding hard, and cold sweat was running down her back.
Between her trembling fingers, a proposal written in elegant handwriting gleamed.
[... I, Noah Astrid, hereby formally propose to Miss Olivia Liberty, and I beg your permission.]
“What the heck is this...”
“I just came here on a boat for three weeks to give it to you, so I hope you think about it positively.”
As the cool man's voice came to mind, Olivia unconsciously covered her mouth.
The Prince she had met one autumn night suddenly appeared on the most miserable day of her life and proposed to her.
Like a lie.
***
Noah leaned against the rocking carriage, his eyes absentmindedly taking in the fields passing by. After a long stretch of vast fields, it seemed as if the capital of Pulder had such secluded outskirts that he finally reached a wide road.
And then, around that time, a road appeared and carriages passed by.
Noah turned his head again and looked at her house moving away.
So, it seems that not only had she walked this long distance while crying, but she had walked this street every day, day and night, summer and winter.
Noah's expression turned sour.
How light a newspaper is.
People probably don't care that the first female college student was crying alone in the blazing sun, as if she were being exposed to the elements. They only care about the very good or the very bad.
Noah suddenly took a handkerchief out of his bosom.
Madame Lehmann, who had said she'd be burdened by two headbands, was indeed a woman of discernment. He chuckled when he recalled her embarrassment at being unable to handle a mere handkerchief.
By now, she must have read the proposal.
If she was surprised by even a handkerchief, how would she react to a proposal?
“Meson.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Noah gave a light command, wringing his handkerchief back.
“Put an escort around Miss Liberty’s house.”
At his command, Meson secretly pouts, but soon becomes convinced.
The reason he pouted was that he felt it was arrogant of him to order security as if the marriage was a done deal, even though Olivia hadn't even accepted the proposal.
But soon he remembered the state of her home and understood.
"All right."
The joints of the windows in her house were clearly marked with sharp scratches and pressure marks.
It was undoubtedly a sign of someone trying to get in from outside. Judging by the numerous locks, she must have been aware of the danger.
As the door, so old and worn that it looked like it would break if kicked hard, came to mind, Noah felt a pang of annoyance and pity.
What are you going to do with just putting up a little padlock?
At least you should reach out to Princess Marguerite. What foolish thing is that?
Noah's eyes flashed coldly.
"Since you've come here for good, don't waste your time and have them transfer you to the Pulder Police Station. I hope it passes without any trouble."
“Yes, I understand. Are you going straight to Princess Marguerite’s house now?”
"Yeah. Since I'm here, I should at least say hello. If I don't, I'll get scolded for being rude."
At Noah's sarcastic remark, Meson pursed his lips and coughed softly. Then, after glancing furtively at his employer, he whispered softly.
“Didn’t I tell you that when you go to propose, you should at least bring a small bouquet of flowers?”
“...”
Meson shrugged his shoulders at the cold gaze that flew straight at him, but criticized him even more.
“No matter what kind of proposal you make... do it like a creditor?”
“You go back to Herod tomorrow.”
“Then who will do the secretarial work...”
“You came along because you wanted to see my proposal.”
“That’s true, but who would have thought you would do that?”
Noah burst out laughing in shock at the sight of the audience, who were so disappointed by the performance they had been so excited about.
“I have absolutely no intention of meeting your expectations, so if you expect anything like that in the future, resign.”
“No! I’m sorry!”
Meson backed off at just that point.
If he gets any more involved, this sensitive Prince might actually give him a notice of dismissal tomorrow.
Noah turned his head sharply and stubbornly stared out the window.
“No matter what kind of proposal you make... do it like a creditor?”
As Meson's words rang in his ears, a heavy feeling welled up in his heart.
Then, how can you make such a grand proposal to a woman who avoids eye contact even when you make eye contact and acts like she's going to faint at the slightest mention of something?
Finally, Noah glared at him again and warned him, word for word.
“If you say one more word about my marriage, you will be fired immediately.”
“I have committed a mortal sin, Your Highness.”
“Ha, that’s really...”
“I won’t do that.”
Noah, who had been glaring at the head of the cowardly Meson, eventually closed his eyes and hit the back of his head hard against the back of the chair.
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