Ollentia was wealthy too. She could have bought all the first-class tickets if she wanted, but she refrained because it would be inconsiderate to others who needed them.
But today, of all days, someone with no manners had made all the first-class seats their own.
Ollentia was fine with traveling in second-class, but she was curious about who the rogue was.
“Who is it, exactly?”
A frown formed on Ollentia’s face. She looked like a small animal deprived of its food.
The clerk, unable to provide an answer, left her frustrated.
‘Well, of course, they can’t disclose a customer’s personal information for security reasons.’
Despite knowing this, Ollentia found it hard to suppress her curiosity.
Soon after, the clerk handed her a second-class ticket.
“Sorry, I can’t tell you. Could you please travel in second-class just for today?”
“It’s not about being in second-class, but…”
“Have a pleasant journey! Next, please!”
Pushed by Bobi, Ollentia moved away, holding the second-class ticket. The clerk focused on the next person in line, and Ollentia pouted.
“Who could it be? Who would do such a foolish thing? I’m not the only one who needs a first-class ticket.”
“It’s not even prohibited by law. What can you do, Miss? Let’s just go.”
Resigned, Ollentia boarded the train.
The train passing through Odor County was fairly comfortable. Although she worried about being in second-class, other than the lack of a lounge and the narrower space between seats, there wasn’t much difference in appearance.
However, she soon found a reason to complain.
“I can’t fully stretch my legs…”
Of course, it was better than third-class, which had no space at all, but the inability to stretch out her legs was still a shock.
She sighed and covertly glanced at the first-class carriage. She wanted to check who was in first-class, but it seemed impossible with black-uniformed guards blocking the door.
‘They look like knights, but they’re not wearing any family crests.’
Knights typically wear uniforms with their family’s crest. The crest of Count Armeniaca’s family was an apricot tree, Duke Luxus’s was an eagle, and Count Odor’s was a crescent moon.
Mercenaries were typically free-spirited people, while knights had a distinct air of propriety.
Thus, Ollentia assumed that those guarding the first-class compartment were likely knights.
‘Well, what does it matter to me? The person in first-class must be moving in secrecy.’
Time passed, and Ollentia ceased pondering about the first-class and looked out the window.
Bobi, sitting beside her, seemed tired, nodding off with his head bobbing forward and backward. He must have been exhausted from packing luggage at dawn.
Ollentia carefully propped Bobi’s head against the leather seat. She also covered him with a blanket, in case he was cold in his thin clothes, and gently brushed his bangs to the side.
‘Sleep comfortably, Bobi.’
While she was tending to Bobi, she noticed that the people guarding the first-class door had all disappeared.
Had they all gone to use the restroom at once?
Ollentia glanced at Bobi, who was resting his head against the leather seat and sleeping, then slowly got up from her seat. She planned to sneak into the first-class compartment without Bobi knowing.
She just wanted to see who was in the first-class and would return right away. It didn’t seem like a big deal, as Ollentia couldn’t stand feeling uneasy or frustrated.
She first stepped into the corridor. Other passengers in the second-class seemed either uninterested in who had occupied the entire first-class or were sleeping or busy with their own activities.
Only Ollentia opened the door and entered the adjacent compartment.
First, it was very quiet.
Ollentia saw a large brown briefcase on one of the seats but saw no one around.
‘Maybe in the lounge?’
She walked towards the lounge as naturally as someone who had bought a first-class ticket would.
The lounge felt different compared to the first-class compartment. Typically, there should have been an attendant, but it was empty…
“Be quiet.”
A man’s unfamiliar voice came from close by.
‘What’s happening?’
Before she could understand the situation, Ollentia was firmly grabbed by someone. Judging by the large hands and firm chest, it seemed to be a man.
The man, wearing a black mask, held Ollentia with one hand and pointed a silver dagger precisely at her throat with the other.
It was true.
She really tried to restrain herself.
But she was so frightened that she couldn’t help but scream.
“Aaah!”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
