Ollentia furrowed her brow, unable to figure it out even when she thought back to the days they spent together. Seeing Ollentia like that, Bobby let out a laugh.

“Haha! You don’t understand it that way?”

“Well, no. Duke Valial and I have a strictly contractual relationship. We’re getting divorced in five months.”

“Oh my!”

“So, you shouldn’t give your heart too deeply to the Duke’s people or people from the Geranium Duchy. You might have a hard time later.”

“I haven’t even met them yet, but well, I only think about Miss.”

Bobby shrugged and left.

Left alone, Ollentia swallowed her dry saliva, thinking about the upcoming wedding, which was only a few days away. It was inevitable to be nervous at the thought of the beginning of the contractual marriage.

The next morning.

Socor received a response from Dimidius. The letter didn’t contain detailed information; it simply instructed him to come to the townhouse of Duke Valial, located in Geranium, if he had something to say.

Socor thought that Dimidius had been working hard since yesterday and was ready to go. He headed to the Duke’s townhouse in Green Park.

Upon arriving at the Duke’s townhouse, a butler led him in. The townhouse wasn’t as grand as Duke Valial’s castle, which was known to be magnificent, but it was quite large and beautiful. Ivy climbed the stone walls, a lush rose garden, and a fountain adorned with extravagant sculptures. Everything was well-maintained.

Once inside the townhouse, Socor reached the reception room, where he was taken aback when he saw Dimidius. Dimidius was wearing a mask and exuded an imposing presence that was difficult to handle.

Socor, who had known that Dimidius had both a charming and frightening side, momentarily felt his heart shrink in fear.

‘No, I have to speak properly.’

Socor collected himself and spoke to Dimidius.

“Duke Valial! Could you please tell me why you pressured Viscount Lucsus? Did you perhaps ask Ollentia for a favor?”

Without any formalities, he asked the question that had come to his mind. In response, Dimidius spoke in a stern voice.

“What would you do if I asked for Lady’s favor?”

“Do not trust Lady too much. Your Grace is being deceived.”
Socor’s brazen words made Dimidius clench his fists. He wasn’t pleased to hear such nonsense coming from a face so similar to Ollentia’s. With his abundant hair and gentle features, he couldn’t understand how they could be so different.

Had Ollentia been living with this cousin all this time?

Dimidius tightly gripped his teacup and spoke to Socor.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I will be with Lady.”

Socor was taken aback.

“Are you saying you’ll marry Ollentia?”

“Yes, but is there a reason not to?”

“This puts me in a difficult position. Don’t you know how well the Armeniaca family has been connected to the clergy? Yet, you’re talking about marriage! It’s unreasonable.”

Socor’s complexion was as dark as gathering clouds. However, Dimidius didn’t care if Socor was uncomfortable. If this caused problems for Ollentia, he would reconsider, but for now, he was resolute.

Dimidius said coldly, “That’s the Viscount’s business. I will keep my promise to Lady.”

Socor was trembling, but his gaze remained stern. His sharp eyes were fixed on Dimidius.

“This can’t be. Do you know what it’s like for a family to oppose a marriage? It will be terrible.”

“Family? When did the Viscount become Lady’s family? I doubt Lady sees it that way at all.”

“It seems there’s no reasoning with you. I will take my leave.”

In the end, Socor ended the argument with Dimidius and stood up from his seat. After buttoning his jacket, he bid farewell and left the reception room.

Socor had a splitting headache, thinking that he couldn’t stop Dimidius. He felt like he could lose his strength and collapse at any moment. It was probably because he had become mentally exhausted while being with Dimidius. Being alone with Dimidius always left him feeling drained.

When he arrived at the Armeniaca Viscount’s mansion, Kikojelia was not there.

“Madam has gone to the Keratin Viscount’s mansion.”

Upon hearing the butler’s words, Socor grabbed his throbbing forehead.

Kikojelia seemed to be looking for another man to restrain Dimidius, but she would likely fail. There was no one like that within the empire.

Even Viscount Lucsus had backed down. What about the Keratin Viscount?

Thinking that he had undoubtedly lost to Ollentia this time, Socor gritted his teeth.

Despite knowing full well the relationship between the Armeniaca family and the clergy throughout the generations, he couldn’t help but feel intense anger towards the decision of Ollentia to marry Dimidius.

Socor roughly threw off his jacket.