Die If I Can't Marry Off My Favorite (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 128

…Pitiful? Me?

‘How dare you!’

Belosa fiercely narrowed her eyes and turned around. There stood a man with dark skin and long, curly black hair falling over his forehead.

“Oh now, don’t frown so deeply with such a beautiful face. It pains me to see it.”

His lazy smile hovered ambiguously between likable and unlikable. Judging by his appearance, accent, and clothing, he likely hailed from a desert nation.

On the first day of the birthday celebration, it wasn’t unusual for foreigners to loiter near the banquet hall. Belosa relaxed her guard slightly and took a step toward him.

Belosa’s brown eyes flashed as she glared at the man.

“Did you just call me pitiful?”

“If I offended you, I apologize. You simply reminded me of a lone rose blooming in the middle of the desert—I couldn’t help myself.”

His smooth tongue left Belosa deflated. This was the sort of man who’d probably enjoy even a slap, interpreting it as attention.

Dealing with such a man would only drain her energy. Belosa turned away.

Yet the man followed her closely behind.

“You don’t seem to recognize me. I accompanied you on your return journey to Loakin.”

“…Ah, you must be one of Sharvia’s envoys.”

She gave a noncommittal reply, but his face remained unfamiliar. Had there really been someone like him in the delegation?

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