Ollentia didn’t want to believe it. The dreams had portrayed her and her husband so happily that the current situation was even more bewildering. She felt a strong desire to escape.

However, seeing Demidius’ breathing calm down was quite remarkable. He seemed to be gradually improving.

Ollentia looked at her own hand again.

‘Did my divine power really alleviate the pain for His Highness?’

At that moment, it was hard not to think so.

The warmth in Demidius’ hand seemed to be returning. She could still feel the cold sweat, but it was truly fortunate.

After a while, Demidius, who had regained his composure, took her hand and pressed his lips to it. She could feel his soft and thick lips.

After a deep kiss and a lingering touch, Ollentia’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her face felt hot, and her pupils kept dilating.

‘Why is he doing this?’

But she couldn’t just stand there, her heart pounding.

Ollentia shouted with a slightly trembling voice, “What are you doing, right now!”

Even though a hand kiss was something a man typically did to a woman, it ultimately expressed affection.

However, Demidius acted as if he had done nothing unusual.

Why? Was it a method to alleviate the pain?

It seemed like that was the most likely explanation.

With his mask back on, Demidius calmly said, “Kissing your hand is a way of showing gratitude for passing on divine power. Your hand saved me. Of course, it also helps relieve the pain.”

Ollentia looked at Demidius, who had regained his normal breathing, with a sense of wonder. He no longer seemed like someone about to collapse while clinging to a tree.

Ollentia sighed with a despairing expression. She had thought that not all dreams were precognitive dreams, but if such similar situations were happening, the story might change. Perhaps the dream back then was a precognitive dream, and this could become a reality.

‘So, what should I do? Marry His Highness? Instead of Lord Lucas, I marry someone like Duke Bellial?’

Everything seemed to become pitch-black before her eyes. Right now, she had no feelings for Demidius, let alone the thought of marriage. Especially when in the second dream, both of them seemed to have feelings. What had happened?

Did she have a man in front of her who she would come to love?

Ollentia couldn’t believe it, so she kept rubbing the back of the hand that he had kissed, trying to erase any trace of it.

After a while, Ollentia turned her head to look at Demidius.

“So, is it because of the sudden pain or frenzy that my divine power is needed? Has my presence altered the plan?”

Demidius had already explained everything in detail, but she asked again.

In response, as he moved forward, he answered, “Yes, that’s right. I need you.”

Ollentia felt as if her heart had dropped into a bottomless pit. The man he was aiming for was her. Her hair stood on end, and she felt embarrassed.

‘But does it have to be me?’

She looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, “There are many people with divine power besides me. It doesn’t seem necessary for it to be me specifically.”

“Most of them are priests who follow the Pope.”

“Is that so?”

“But priests dislike me and even hate me, Lady.”

Ollentia finally understood the true reason why Demidius was targeting her. It was true that most people with divine power were priests. It was also natural that they disliked the Crimson-eyed Half-Blood. While Ollentia herself didn’t particularly like the Half-Blood, she had come this far, so from Demidius’s perspective, there might be something to look forward to.

“This… is unbelievable.”
Ollentia, walking aimlessly, began to see the Centmi River in her eyes. The river, sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight, was incredibly beautiful.

That was the end of the outing. She had seen the beautiful river, but she couldn’t continue the outing any longer.

“In the end, we got caught.”

Demidius, now back as a viscount, said dejectedly as he ruffled his hair.

It was a small frenzy, and with Ollentia there, they managed to get through it safely. There were no convulsions or rough moans.

Still, he was genuinely concerned about what she might be thinking.

“Sigh…”

As he sighed, Kilrun approached cautiously.

“What happened today?”

Demidius glanced at Kilrun, then clenched his fist tightly. Just thinking about the frenzy made his body stiffen involuntarily.

“I went into a frenzy. It seems it was today. I was worried about when it would happen.”

Kilrun replied as calmly as possible, without sending any pitiful glances.

“But you seem to be okay. Thanks to Lady Armeniaca, right?”

“That’s right. I held Lady’s hand. I felt like my divine power was even stronger than before. So, I could regain my composure right away.”

When he held Ollentia’s hand, he thought his divine power had become stronger than before. Ollentia might not even be aware of it.

Demidius recalled Ollentia’s bewildered expression.

She didn’t push his hand away, but her face clearly showed that she wanted to get away from him.

‘It must have been scary and terrible.’