“He looked at me but pretended not to notice.”

“He never acknowledges you anyway.”

“No! He does greet me now!”

Sabrina began to get angry but then lay down on the desk again.

“It’s not about greeting. His eyes… they seemed unfocused, like he was out of his mind. He kept drawing even when I spoke to him. Ugh… It was kind of scary.”

She shivered, but I casually responded, “Really?” without looking up from my book.

“The drawing was weird, too. Like an underground dungeon. Paths all twisted like a maze.”

I stopped turning the book’s pages. Looking up, I saw a gingerbread man’s arm break in Sabrina’s hand, sending crumbs scattering across the table.

“What?”

“Why are you yelling?”

“Say it again.”

“Why are you so mad?”

“Just say it again.”

“Well, he’s drawn mazes before, but they weren’t as dark. This one really felt like being trapped in an underground dungeon. It was creepy, hey! Where are you going?”

Ignoring Sabrina’s call, I rushed to find Riccardo.

If Sabrina was right, he was undoubtedly drawing a labyrinth.

My only hope and relief had been that Riccardo would start drawing the labyrinth map only after leaving the Earl’s house…

‘No, it can’t be.’

Breathless, I finally found Riccardo. He stood before the largest window on the first floor of the East Wing, overlooking the back garden. In front of his easel, with a deeply furrowed brow, he created an almost surreal landscape with his mere presence.
“In this world, there are very few who can wield a sword so perfectly.”

“Anyone listening would think you’re serious. It’s wooden swordplay, call it that.”

Harold, a knight of the Fennel family, shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“It’s all the same.”

“How can it be the same? Anyway, it has to be the right wrist. Okay? There’s no need to go as far as the left.”

“Just stop talking. You’re making it more confusing.”

If only Harold were a bit smaller, I might have dared to take him on…

“Alright, I get it. Just do it gently, without causing pain. Got it?”

“How can you possibly not cause pain when bruising a wrist?”

Ah, he really doesn’t get it.

“I’m not saying to break it, just cause a slight bruise. Make the wrist swell up just enough so he can’t hold a brush. How many times do I have to say it?”

“To swell up the wrist to that extent, at least a small fracture is necessary.”

“That’s how it is? Well, can’t be helped. But don’t hurt him anywhere else.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You have to know!”

“Anyway, it’s shameful for someone who will become the greatest knight of the Kingdom of Lesothia to carry out such orders, but I have my obligations.”

In truth, he wasn’t really obligated. He had simply stepped forward to help someone.

“Fine, fine. Thanks. I’ll go lure Riccardo here.”

Something about my words seemed to irk Harold, and he scowled deeply.

“What now? What’s the problem?”

“Lure? What do you mean, lure? You said this was a good thing, right? Although I doubt causing harm to a child’s wrist can be considered good.”

Usually, Harold was a man of few words, quick in judgment. But the man in front of me now seemed like a different person, especially in his tendency to interpret things in his own way.

“I told you, it’s not about causing harm.”

Instead of repeatedly defending my position, I decided to brazenly leave.

“If you don’t want to see a kid who stole bread get his hand chopped off, then listen to me. Got it?”

Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.

The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…

Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.

Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.

The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”

When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…

The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced