At that moment, Dimitrius gave an order to a knight approaching him.
“Deal with everything and follow me.”
“Would one aide be enough, Your Grace? It’s dangerous.”
“Why so much interference? What’s your plan?”
Dimitrius’s aura changed so significantly that even the knight was startled.
The knight quickly bowed.
“Sorry!”
“Killorn and I are enough for any situation.”
“I’ll remember that!”
Ollentia, with her ears pricked up, caught every bit of their conversation. Apparently, Dimitrius planned to move alone with someone named Killorn, leaving the Belial knights behind.
Where exactly was the Grand Duke heading? What was the reason behind the attack, and how could he remain so calm?
Her curiosity about him grew immensely. Ollentia couldn’t help but stamp her feet in frustration.
Thump, thump!
It was then that Dimitrius looked at her and spoke.
“Lady, it’s best you return to your seat now.”
‘I hate it when he calls me a greenhouse flower. Does he do it on purpose?’
Ollentia glared fiercely at him and finally said what she wanted.
“Change that Bauta mask. I don’t like it.”
Dimitrius, with bandages wrapped around his arm, looked puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“I have a very precious dream. The person in it wore a white Bauta mask. So, Your Grace, please wear a different mask. It upsets me.”
What truly upset her was that he had never once asked for her name. To her, it meant he had no curiosity about her.
Feeling utterly absurd and dejected, Ollentia was overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness.
Despite her feelings, Dimitrius, wiping his blood-stained hand with a cloth, said with a rather serious tone,
“No, Lady.”
“What?”
“Whether you change your dream or stay awake. This mask is as much a part of me as my face.”
She thought they would part ways at that.
But suddenly, Dimitrius called her back.
“Wait a moment, please.”
Ollentia turned with a puzzled look.
“Why?”
“Shouldn’t you properly treat that wound?”
In his hand was a tube of ointment. Was he planning to apply it directly? Ollentia looked at him suspiciously.
Then Dimitrius approached and took her hand, forcing her to hold the ointment.
“What are you doing?”
“Apply the ointment.”
“I can apply it myself if you just give it to me.”
“People sometimes skip it, saying it’s too much trouble.”
Dimitrius, not sure who he was referring to, firmly held her hand and opened the ointment tube. A blob of opaque ointment popped out, and he brought it to the wound on her neck.
It was a peculiar way of treatment.
Bending his knees to focus on her neck, Dimitrius’s large stature made it seem cumbersome. Yet his thick black hair, illuminated by the sunlight, looked unusually soft, and his large hands felt burning hot.
‘Why is he doing this?’
Ollentia, frozen like a rock, felt a tingling sensation inside her chest. It was as if dandelion seeds were floating around.
‘He doesn’t even ask my name, yet why does he care?’
Ollentia found Dimitrius’s way of applying ointment quite irksome.
“Really, what an odd situation.”
Upon returning to the second-class carriage, Ollentia fumed for a long time. She just couldn’t figure out Dimitrius Belial.
‘Well, yeah. The Grand Duke isn’t curious about me. So, I don’t need to bother either.’
It was merely a consolation to herself.
Perhaps because she had been away for a long time, Bobby, who had woken up, nagged Ollentia incessantly. She almost fainted when she saw the wound on Ollentia’s neck.
“Lady! What on earth happened?”
Ollentia had no choice but to come up with a bizarre excuse, saying she was stung by a strange bug.
“I have to meet Archbishop Werbu.”
Her goal was to persuade the Archbishop within a month and avoid marriage to the Duke of Luxus.
With a determined face, Ollentia rolled this goal in her mind and left the train with Bobby.
The train station was tranquil, and the circular dome enveloping the station let in brilliant spring sunlight. The dome’s surface sparkled.
Casually glancing around the station, Ollentia noticed that Dimitrius and his group were nowhere to be seen. It seemed they had swiftly moved on to their destination without saying goodbye. She had no idea why they were heading to Odor County.
Regardless.
She just had to reach Count Odor’s residence and find out about the Archbishop’s whereabouts. Count Odor might know why the Archbishop was in Odor County.
It was quite fortunate for Ollentia that the Archbishop was under her uncle’s influential area.
After a while,
Bobby, who had arranged a carriage, said to Ollentia,
“Shall we head to Count Odor’s residence now?”
Ollentia smiled and climbed into the carriage, admiring the scenery of Odor County.
Especially, the vast field of daisies in Odor County made her exclaim in awe. The daisies, sparkling in the spring sunlight and swaying in the wind, looked as lovely and cute as cracked eggs spread over the soil.
‘Just like me? Uncle Jack used to call me Daisy when I was young.’
Jack Odor.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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