As expected, it turned out to be a liquid magical tool.

“What on earth were you trying to do to me? Have you gone completely mad?”

Olentia growled as she moved as far away from Ankedo as possible. This was Ankedo’s secret house, and it was dangerous since she hadn’t escaped yet.

Her top was quite torn, exposing some of her chest. Olentia pulled up her top with one hand and asked the god in her heart.

‘Lady Pieta. Can you hear me? Please save me.’

At the moment, the only thing she could rely on was the god. Even though she wasn’t such a devout believer, she was surprised every time she confirmed the existence of the god.

Pieta responded to Olentia’s desperate question.

[You found your power and you’re afraid of that lowly bastard?]

‘What? What power? You don’t mean sacred power, do you?’

Recently, when the Pieta bracelet glowed and she heard a telepathic voice, it was the moment she saw the phantom grass imbued with sacred power.

At that time, Pieta had told her to find her true power.

[Yeah. You know it well. I told you to draw out the sacred power within you and create a white sphere. What if you’re still helpless!]

‘No, I’ve never done anything with sacred power before!’

[Do it now. You’re in a dangerous situation, right?]

‘Don’t you have any intention of saving me, Lady Pieta?’

The easiest thing was to wish for the power of the god and wait for him to do something.

However, Pieta kept her mouth shut at those words. His voice was no longer heard. She felt like the god had ignored her words and left.

Olentia looked at Ankedo, who had somehow found a sword and was holding it, with a troubled expression.

Ankedo was panting heavily, his chest heaving.

“Can’t you hear me? Do you think this situation is funny?”

It was true that she couldn’t hear Ankedo’s voice. It was the first time she had such a long conversation with the god, so naturally, she couldn’t help it.

Olentia said, looking for a place to run away.

“Why should I listen to you?”

Pieta had definitely told her to create a white sphere, but attacking with sacred power wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Even among those who had dealt with sacred power for a long time, only those who were born with it could open their eyes to attack.

‘I don’t think that’s me…’

When Olentia was not confident and only thinking of running away,

Ankedo approached Olentia, swinging his sword.

“I don’t need anything, just die!”

The blade of the sword was very sharp. The sword looked like it was shining as the light reflected off the mirror. If stabbed, it was certain that she would get a large wound and die.

The moment his sword rose above Olentia’s neck,

The door swung open and a man in a black suit appeared. The man was wearing a white bauta mask and exuding an incredibly ominous energy.

Even Olentia, who normally was fine due to her sacred power, clutched her chest and leaned against the wall.

“Ugh!”

Naturally, Ankedo shuddered and retched, soon dropping the sword on the floor.

“Wh-what the hell. Wh-who!”

Nevertheless, Dimidius grabbed Ankedo’s neck with one hand. Ankedo’s feet did not touch the ground, and he struggled with his whole body, letting out a desperate gasp.

“Ugh! Urgh! Ack!”

“You dare! You dare to touch the lady?”

Dimidius’s red eyes were filled with resentment. The anger seemed to spread through the mask.

Dimidius, who was using the power of a demon, was too creepy and scary. She felt a strong presence, and she even had the strange thought that he seemed to be howling.

Olentia sat down on the spot and barely spoke.

“Y-Your Highness the Grand Duke. That’s enough. I’m fine.”

Her clothes were torn, but there was nothing wrong with her body. Of course, since she was hit by a liquid magical tool, she would have to get a thorough examination.

At Olentia’s words, Dimidius, who loosened his grip, quickly approached her.

“Lady! Are you alright? I was too late!”

“No, no. You really came just when it was dangerous. To the point where I want to ask how you came.”

Dimidius immediately took off his black jacket and covered Olentia with it. Olentia was holding the chest area so tightly with her hands that blue veins were bulging on the back of her hands.

Olentia put on his jacket and let out a sigh of relief. It was good to be able to cover her chest.

“Sigh… If it weren’t for Your Highness the Grand Duke, it could have been a big deal. I…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Dimidius became angry.

“Why on earth did you come to such a dangerous place alone? Are you crazy enough to want to die?”

Olentia shut her mouth, having nothing to say. It was true that she had thought it would be fine carelessly. In addition to the marriage issue, the burden of having to solve the problem directly due to the premonitory dream was heavy.

But she thought there was no reason to be scolded by Dimidius.

Olentia spoke to him with a sharp look.

“I have my own circumstances. Complicated circumstances. So I don’t think Your Highness has any reason to scold me.”

Whether he heard her sharp words or not, Dimidius lightly lifted Olentia, who was sitting on the floor, into his arms. Olentia, who was tucked into his broad arms, squirmed.

“I can walk on my own! What?”

“Stay still. I’ll be anxious if you’re not in my arms right now.”

‘Anxious? What does that mean?’

Olentia thought blankly and then noticed the door to the next room and spoke urgently.

“Wait a moment! Ankedo said that the money he embezzled from the Odor Duchy Church is hidden here.”

Even at those important words, Dimidius moved his steps outside the building, regardless. He seemed to think that taking her to a safe place was the most important thing.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke! Your Highness!”

Only when Olentia called out desperately several times did Dimidius finally turn his head to look at her.

“Let’s go to the Odor estate first. It’s important for you to get some rest since you must have been startled.”

Dimidius didn’t seem to have any intention of listening to her at all.

Olentia thought there was no choice and got into the carriage. She felt strange just feeling his desperate heart.

The coachman, Ankedo’s henchman, quickly got on the horse at Dimidius’s threat. He seemed to have a talent for threats. Just by exuding an ominous energy, people fainted and acted as he wanted.

As the carriage rolled on, Olentia unknowingly let out a big sigh. She felt troubled that she couldn’t finish the job. Then Dimidius folded his arms tightly and asked her.

“There were forbidden magical tools in the building… Did you know everything about what kind of person Ankedo is before going?”

Olentia nodded.

“Yes. I responded to the forbidden magical tool trade to find out the location of the building.”

“Then the person who contracted the mercenaries caught in the middle must be the lady. There were mercenaries chasing the carriage you were riding in.”

“Oh, you mean the mercenaries who were riding in the cargo carriage? They were caught? No wonder…”

She thought there was no news at all, but it seemed they were caught in the middle.

Olentia lowered her gaze and crossed her fingers. The space with Dimidius was suffocating and uncomfortable. She felt that even though he tried not to emit an ominous energy.

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As soon as they arrived at the estate, Dimidius went to see Count Odor. Olentia was sent up to her room.

When he entered his office, Count Odor greeted Dimidius with a surprised face.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke. It’s good to see you like this.”

“Yes. Count.”

“But what brings you here?”

Dimidius immediately told the location of the secret building that Ankedo wanted to hide. And he talked about what Olentia wanted to confirm until the end.

“He said that the embezzled money is hidden in the room next to the room full of mirrors. Please look into it carefully.”

Count Odor, who had already realized that the last person Thomas had contact with was Ankedo and was investigating him, nodded his head urgently.

“Of course I have to look for it if Your Highness says so. I will send someone right away.”

“And that bastard tried to harm Lady Armenia. The charge of attempted murder should also be included.”

“Olen, Olentia? Why that child?”

Count Odor widened his eyes as if surprised. He seemed to have heard a name he had never thought of.

After a while, Count Odor, who had heard the whole story from Dimidius, clenched his fist with a coldly sunken face. It was the first time even Dimidius had seen Count Odor make such a cold expression.

“Thank you so much for saving my niece.”

Count Odor stood up from his seat and bowed deeply at the waist. He also seemed to be quite shocked.

Dimidius left the Count’s office and immediately went up to Olentia’s room.

He knew that he shouldn’t thoughtlessly enter a lady’s room, but Dimidius was anxious at the moment. He was worried that Olentia might be plotting something again without resting.

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Olentia looked up at Dimidius, who entered the room, with an absurd face.

Was he anxious that she would disappear again? Why was he anxious in the first place? Why was he paying so much attention to her?

Olentia could not understand his feelings.

While Dimidius went to Count Odor’s office, she had changed her clothes, and Dimidius’s jacket was neatly folded and placed on the table.

Olentia, who let out a long breath from some unknown tension, said to him.

“Why did you come. Did you think I would disappear again? Or did you come to find your jacket?”

When she asked while sitting in front of the table, Dimidius walked over and sat across from her. When the large-framed man sat close, the room somehow felt cramped.

Dimidius looked at Olentia with a calm gaze.

“How can someone who knows so well do such dangerous things on her own? Unless making me anxious is your hobby and purpose.”

Olentia had never thought that way, so she immediately refuted.

“Whatever Your Highness feels, that’s none of my business. I just move according to my own thoughts. I found out where Ankedo hid the embezzled money, and I had to go in there even if I had to pretend to be a fake customer, that’s all.”

“So for what reason? Why are you going so far?”

“That’s! Someone’s life! My marriage!”

She was about to talk about the premonitory dream and marrying the Marquis of Luxus without knowing it herself. There were things for the cause, but it was true that she wanted to change the archbishop’s mind. Olentia thought she was materialistic, but she didn’t particularly deny such feelings.

Now that things have turned out this way, it was unclear whether she could change the archbishop’s mind or not anyway.

Still, since the future had changed, she thought she could at least save Moring’s life.

Then Dimidius tilted his head.

“Marriage? Does that have something to do with the lady’s marriage?”

He seemed curious about marriage rather than someone’s life.

“It’s nothing.”

“You already said it.”

“Just let it go, please.”

Her head was already complicated. It seemed that Dimidius had talked to Count Odor a little while ago, but she was worried about how properly they would investigate.

When Olentia got up from her seat with anxiety, Dimidius said.

“Sit down now.”

‘Is that an order or what?’

Olentia glared at Dimidius with eyes full of dissatisfaction.

“Do I have to listen to Your Highness the Grand Duke? I’m grateful that you saved me, but I don’t think you have the right to order me around.”