How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 62

“It’s exactly as I said. If not me, then who will protect you? By the way, Sir Roger and Sir Gwen, who’ll be accompanying you on this expedition, have never escorted a lady like you before.”

My face turned completely crimson at those words. “If not me, then who will protect you?” How could he not realize that saying such embarrassing things with that handsome face of his might easily make the listener misunderstand? We weren’t in any special relationship—just cooperating toward the same goal. Yet, despite knowing that, I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter at his words, which made me feel utterly pathetic. Perhaps because of that sudden pang of frustration, I snapped back at him.

“W-Who’d think I’m some incredibly precious treasure the way you’re talking! Don’t worry about me! I’ll do my best to protect myself! And I’ll be careful not to trouble Sir Roger or Sir Gwen either. Isn’t that enough?”

At that, the Duke openly furrowed his brows and said to me,

“Does that mean you’d rather be under the protection of Sir Roger and Sir Gwen than mine?”

“Well, what choice do I have! Isn’t it stranger to ask someone who can’t even hold a sword to protect me?”

I retorted. Oliver cautiously interjected,

“…I also believe Lady Christine Uston is right, Your Grace. While I can’t speak for Sir Gwen, Sir Roger is a swordsman at my level—he should have no trouble protecting a marchioness of her caliber.”

“Exactly! So please stop worrying about me. If you keep being so stubborn, I’ll just ask Her Highness the Princess to have you confined to your mansion for a while. If you really want to come along, just quietly accept the conditions.”

I added, agreeing with Oliver’s point. The Duke clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. Pretending not to notice, I finished discussing the detailed arrangements of this plan with Sir Oliver.

* * *

The next day.

I remained in the guest wing, pretending to prepare for my journey to Flima Castle, while in truth getting ready to depart for the Saintess’s Forest. I instructed my maids to pack only a few comfortable dresses, a long robe, and some simple accessories, then locked every drawer of my dressing table. I especially double-checked the lock on the last drawer—containing the star sapphire brooch and emerald necklace gifted by the Duke and the Princess—to ensure it was firmly secured. I did this to prevent Danae from rummaging through my vanity while I was away.

Having finished all preparations for my departure, I was now sipping tea and catching my breath.

Just then, there was a knock, and Annie entered my bedroom.

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