After concluding the contract with Ollentia and returning to his room, Dimidius took a deep breath and let out a sigh. It felt like his soul had left his entire body.

“Sigh… Is this the right choice?”

He sat on the bed and pondered for a long while. His legs involuntarily shook, and meeting Ollentia and returning felt like a dream.

Dimidius had changed his mind because he disliked the idea of Ollentia being with Viscount Hermil.

“Is it because she’s with Viscount Hermil? Ha-ha!”

Ollentia’s words about the tea tasting better with Viscount Hermil today had left a strong impression. If that were true, he felt an urge to carve and remove Viscount Hermil and for no apparent reason, he found himself heading towards the stables, watching their figures.

At this rate, it seemed like Ollentia might really marry someone else. He didn’t like that idea. He couldn’t bear to see her with someone else, even though he didn’t mind if she were alone. Just thinking about it made flames rise within him. Several times throughout the day, he had been restless and his heart had raced.

Because he had forgotten that she would have to marry someone else when she refused the contract marriage.

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to just go through with the contract marriage? Just think of it as a strictly contractual relationship.”

Dimidius acted and spoke as he pleased, just as he had stood conspicuously in the garden, visible from the third floor to Ollentia. He might regret it someday. Marrying Ollentia through a contract marriage could be a big mistake. But for now, he was relieved that he could protect Ollentia.

That was all he decided to focus on.

The next morning, as planned, Dimidius left the Odor Viscount’s estate. Ollentia didn’t come out to say goodbye. There was no need for a farewell since they would see each other again in Geranium.

Ollentia simply had some words left to say to her uncle, so she took him and sat facing each other in the first-floor hall. The Odor Viscount had a puzzled expression on his face as he drummed one leg and asked Ollentia in a tone of ignorance.

“Why? What’s wrong? You don’t like Viscount Hermil?”

Ollentia felt sorry for Viscount Hermil, but she nodded her head first.

“Yes, uncle. I didn’t like him.”

“In that case, should I find another suitor for you?”

“No, it’s not necessary anymore. I’ve found my prospective spouse.”

Her words left the Odor Viscount surprised. He fidgeted with one leg and asked Ollentia.

“Surely it’s not him?”

“It is.”

The Viscount seemed to have roughly guessed, so the conversation became easier.

But then, the Viscount suddenly stood up from his seat and exclaimed.

“Ollentia! Are you in your right mind? Duke Valial, His Grace! He… he…”

Although he seemed to have no idea about the contract marriage, it didn’t matter. She intended to let him continue misunderstanding and thinking that there might be something between her and Dimidius.

Ollentia gazed at the pale-faced Viscount Odor and said quietly, “What about him? You don’t have anything to say either, uncle?”

“It’s impossible for me, as your uncle, to hope that you marry the Duke! He… he…”

Even though she didn’t know about the contract marriage, Ollentia felt like making fun of them. She didn’t know much about politics since she had never been involved, so it didn’t really resonate with her.

Ollentia looked at Viscount Odor, who had returned to his seat, and said, “So, in the end, my marriage could make things difficult for my brother, Socr?”

“Yes, he will be in a lot of trouble.”

“Is that what I want?”

Dimidius left without hearing her answer.
Regardless of the relationship between the Armenia family and the Church, what Ollentia needed right now was Dimidius. She had no intention of wavering at her uncle’s words, and she spoke with a resolute expression.

“If it’s a marriage that no one is opposed to, then please support it, uncle.”

Ollentia would truly appreciate it if Viscount Odor would lend his support.

As Ollentia spoke, the Viscount groaned while holding his head with one hand.

“Oh, my… my head hurts. I really can’t stop you, niece.”

The fact that he called her “niece” again instead of Ollentia was a clear sign that his anger had subsided. Ollentia smiled at him.

“Thank you, uncle.”

Although her parents had passed away in a single accident, she considered her uncle as her family.

“What is all of this?”

After leaving Odor Manor and arriving at her home in Noktifair, Ollentia looked at the stacked gift boxes in her room and tilted her head in confusion. She put her bag down and pulled out a gift package with a puzzled expression.

Inside the box were dazzling wedding dresses adorned with beads. Even without sunlight, it was blinding. There were also evening dresses in navy to be worn at the feast, along with various accessories.

It was undoubtedly a gift from either Socor or Kikojellia.

Ollentia laughed out of astonishment.

“Haha! I asked Madame, who knows my measurements, to prepare these… I want to tear them to shreds.”