The window, tightly stuck to its frame, opened with a creaking noise, and as soon as the door opened, Bianca stuck her face out and shouted.
“Stop it.”
“It’s the Duchess!”
The surprised merchants’ eyes all fixed on her.
All were entirely unfamiliar.
Except for one man with black hair.
He was the man who had greeted her.
Among them, he was the youngest and thus, assumed to be the lowestranking, but now he seemed to be the highest.
He stepped forward as if representing the merchants and faced the servant.
Bianca slowly opened her mouth towards the man who was looking at her.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but since everyone is opposing it, it would be best to stop.”
“I apologize for that.”
“It’s a selfinflicted issue, so I should deal with it.”
A small laugh from Jully, who had been restless behind her due to Bianca’s sudden involvement, was clear.
“I want to help so that nothing more happens.”
“Snow is more familiar to Barlock.”
The amount that the servants or knights could clear in about an hour was vastly more than what they had been clearing all day.
Quiet, swift, and even perfect.
No one was unaware of that fact.
At Bianca’s pointed remark, the merchant was speechless for a moment.
How much time had passed?
After a pure white breath briefly obscured the view, the merchant raised his voice again.
“So, what could we do well for you?”
“Do you see anything lacking in me?”
“Didn’t the warp delay the news? I will deliver the news of the continent. After all, I traverse not only the entire empire but also the continent, so there is no news I don’t know. Of course, until I enter Barlock Castle.”
His sarcastic tone was filled with laughter.
“The news of the continent?”
“Yes, from the southernmost point to the Barlock territory, there is no news I am unaware of.”
“…….”
Bianca said nothing.
She was concerned.
Although terrible if it had been the royal palace, being unaware was far too dangerous.
The man seemed to notice Bianca’s hesitation and lured her with an irresistibly enticing voice.
“I’m sure I can tell you something you’ll find quite interesting.”
“We should arrive in half a day.”
At Gillian’s words, Elizabeth once again surveyed the movements of the beasts through her telescope.
Unfortunately, Elizabeth couldn’t make an estimate even after looking.
The number of beasts was too great.
The snowstorm they stirred up was so massive that the surroundings were white and dark.
The thickly settled snowstorm made it impossible to gauge the distance.
“What should be the firing range? I can’t gauge the distance.”
Having put down her telescope, Elizabeth sincerely asked Gillian.
This was no time for halfhearted bluffs.
“……It won’t make much of a difference.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to reduce even one?”
“Stubborn, aren’t you.”
“I’m not stubborn.”
“Then is it foolishness?”
“…….”
Gillian cast a cold, disinterested gaze at Elizabeth, who widened her eyes.
“This will be over soon, whether you do something or not.”
“I know.”
“It will end.”
“Of course.”
“Once this winter is over, there will never again be a time when we stand together like this.”
“What?”
“So, let go of that foolishness now.”
Gillian forcefully reiterated, staring into Elizabeth’s trembling blue eyes.
“Being sentimental won’t do you any good, you know that.”
“I do.”
“I think I’ve been more than accommodating. I might not know much else, but I’ve been lenient with you.”
He had experienced it.
The softly added comment was unexpectedly sentimental.
Sigh.
When his fogged vision cleared, Gillian had already steeled his once faintly emotional expression.
“Elizabeth Swan.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Gillian issued a command to Elizabeth, whose complexion had significantly paled.
“Remove all the catapults. If it bounces back, it’ll harm us instead.”
“…….”
“We don’t know if someone might pick it up and throw it back.”
Having exited the watchtower with his command to remove all the catapults, Gillian called out to Blat, who was on guard duty.
“What about the men who said they’d dig a pit?”
“They are currently working between the 6th and 5th castles.”
“Issue a return command in three hours.”
“Three hours won’t be enough.”
“If you want to bury them all, then go ahead.”
No warmth could be felt from Gillian, whose silver hair fluttered in the incoming wind.
The man, wrapped in a blizzard as if it were a cloak, appeared more surreal than ever.
It felt like he would disperse with the blizzard.
“If not, issue a return command in three hours.”
“Yes, yes.”
Hurriedly nodding to Gillian’s words, Blat looked for a bird.
Though it wasn’t his first time dealing with a wave, he was flustered like a knight experiencing it for the first time.
His heart was pounding.
Quickly fetching a resting bird from its cage, Blat hastily attached a written command and released it.
Watching the bird fly away, Blat suddenly asked Gillian, as if something occurred to him.
“What happens in three hours?”
“…….”
“Are you leaving?”
“Yes.”
Gillian nodded concisely.
He was still pale and desolate.
This is…….
Blat suddenly understood the sensation he had felt looking at Gillian.
It was anxiety.
The anxiety of potentially losing Gillian Barlock.
To be worried about Duke Barlock.
It was a feeling he was experiencing for the first time.
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
