The viscount’s face turned ashen, like that of a dead person.

Si Han Blossom, as if unable to contain herself, shook her head, and suddenly, her eyes met with Aisha’s standing next to her.

Looking at her pale face, she smiled subtly, as if she already knew Karaaf’s temperament too well.

Viscount Frisia, with his face now red up to his neck, couldn’t even blink in his place.

However, Karaaf showed no signs of blinking either. It seemed he was genuinely planning to wait until the viscount crawled like a dog.

He even casually muttered, “Strange. The dogs I know with shaggy fur don’t behave like this.”

The viscount, with a deeply bowed face, murmured in a small, apologetic voice to Aisha, “I’m sorry, Lady Bannet. I didn’t do it on purpose, but…”

“Again,” Karaaf cut in.

He now smiled, appearing more terrifying than before, and said, “That’s not how you apologize. Should I throw this perfume bottle in your face for you to understand?”

At his words, the viscount knelt on the ground.

And with embarrassment, he couldn’t even lift his head as he said, “I apologize for the rudeness, Lady Bannet. I won’t do it again. Please forgive me for this one time…”

Karaaf, as if still determined to show his true colors, did not withdraw the command to crawl like a dog.

But before the atmosphere could worsen, Aisha quickly intervened.

“I’ll accept the apology, Viscount Frisia. In return, let’s hope we won’t have to see each other’s faces in the future.”

Aisha, with a fleeting glance, imitated Karaaf’s usual arrogant expression, then smoothly approached him, gently grasping the cuff of his clothing.

“Your Majesty, you’ve received sufficient apologies, so please forgive Viscount Frisia as well.”

“Oh, benevolent Lady Bannet. With a heart as calm as the Pacific, how can you endure it in this palace overflowing with beasts? Indeed, one might call you a saint sent by the gods, wouldn’t you agree, gentlemen?”

As Karaaf surveyed the surroundings as if to dismiss the answers, the nobles promptly responded.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“No one can match Lady Bannet’s merciful heart.”

Feeling the eyes of the nobles focused on them, Aisha, with a desire to escape this uncomfortable situation, pulled his sleeve, urging him.

“Let’s go now.”

“Sure. Instead of such a cheap scent, it’s better to enjoy only the pleasant fragrance emanating from my body.”

Aisha, at his somewhat peculiar words, involuntarily blushed.

But sensing the nobles’ attention, she swallowed the words she wanted to say and walked away casually with him.

Karaaf, seemingly uninterested in the perfume bottle, tossed the empty one to the floor and walked away.

Accidentally caught in the flow, arm in arm with him in the corridor, Aisha felt he was surprisingly satisfied with the situation.
Behind the departing couple, Viscount Frisia trembled with humiliation, but the nobles, hiding their laughter behind fans, left their seats.

Perhaps the humiliation he suffered would be a topic of discussion in the salon for a while.

Returning to her room, Aisha, with newfound courage, immediately confronted him, staring directly into his face.

“Your Majesty! Did you purposely act in such a embarrassing way to make me uncomfortable?”

Karaaf, genuinely surprised by her words, widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, “What are you talking about? I did my best to assert Bannet’s presence in front of the nobles today.”

Aisha, stunned by his response, couldn’t help but exclaim, “How can you make me so uncomfortable in front of the nobles…!”

Karaaf, looking even more surprised, nonchalantly said, “Uncomfortable? Didn’t I give a very vivid warning in front of the nobles because Bannet looked uncomfortable naturally? Nobles, in general, have poor heads, and they won’t understand unless you speak so blatantly.”

Feeling that communication was futile, Aisha sighed softly without realizing.

Karaaf discovered the cookies Sonia brought, casually picked one up, crunched, and chewed on it.

“Indeed, the taste is better when you share a meal with a pleasant companion.”

“Wasn’t dinner to your liking?”

“How could it be good? Didn’t I tell you before? I usually avoid sharing a meal with anyone. Today was a day with many fingers I wanted to cut off.”

“…”

Karaaf picked up a cookie and handed it to the frozen Aisha.

As she took the cookie with a bewildered expression and bit into it, he laughed and said, “Noble’s interest in Bannet is overwhelming. Anyone would think they’re Bannet’s lovers.”

Aisha, still chewing the cookie, couldn’t help but cough awkwardly at the sound of a sarcastic laugh.

Wiping away his mocking expression and speaking seriously, Karaaf said, “If anyone dares to ignore Bannet in the future, I’ll crush them all.”

Surprised, Aisha asked, “Are you serious about that statement…? Isn’t it too extreme?”

“Very serious. Just thinking about it makes my body itch.”

He shook his hand as if suffering from an itch.

Terrified by his words, Aisha exclaimed, “You can’t do that!”

“No, I can. Moreover, Bannet should become a bit of a villainess now.”

“A villainess?”