Kevrant rushed out of the bathroom.

Erwell and Christina, who were sitting in Rishi’s room, quickly stood up.

They seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Kevrant as well.

“Count, are you okay?”

In response to Christina’s question, Kevrant showed a dismissive gesture and then promptly left Rishi’s room.

Only after he reached the corridor did he cover his mouth with one hand.

“This is crazy.”

A groan slipped out.

Oddly enough, being with Rishi seemed to strip him of his rationality.

When her light purple eyes calmly stared at Kevrant, an indescribable emotion surged up from his gut, pressing down hard.

He had only gone in to have some wine and exchange jokes about the day, and to see Rishi’s surprised face due to his sudden visit.

‘I seem to be the one more surprised here.’

“Captain.”

At the sound of Wallas’s voice coming from behind, Kevrant turned around as if he’d been shot. Wallas and Jamie were standing side by side, watching him with curious looks.

“Why are you standing in front of my sisterinlaw’s room? Are you blocking her entrance… uh? Captain, why is your face so red? Are you sick?”

Wallas approached with a worried look.

Without realizing it, Kevrant took a step back, extending his hand.

“Stop, Wallas.”

“Why? Did you catch a contagious disease? Your face is really red. Isn’t that right, Jamie?”

Jamie was watching Kevrant with a meaningful look in his eyes. It seemed as though he had an idea of why Kevrant was acting this way.

Kevrant wanted to escape from this place, but he held himself back.

“Go away. I’m not in the mood for a conversation.”

“Why are you acting like this, Captain? Did you get rabies or something?”

“…Wallas…”

“That’s serious. There’s no cure for that. Remember that time in some village in Eort? There was a person who was bitten by a rabid dog and went mad. Oh, I just remembered that people with rabies are afraid of water… Should we spray some water, Jamie?”

Kevrant was torn between hitting Wallas and pretending not to hear and entering his study.

“It’s okay, Wallas. The captain is just going through a turbulent time that every adult man experiences.”

Of course, Jamie had figured it out.

“Turbulent? What turbulent?”

Wallas looked confused, alternating his gaze between Jamie and Kevrant.

Jamie patted Wallas’s shoulder.

“The captain is, well… for Lady Iris…”

“Jamie. Stop it.”

Kevrant cut off Jamie’s words and pointed to the other end of the hallway.

It was a clear signal to shut up and leave, which Jamie understood well.

Jamie, with a mischievous smile, whispered to Wallas.

“I’ll explain in detail over there.”

“Jamie…”

“Ah, Captain. The Duke has contacted us regarding the wedding invitation. He seemed quite displeased… I think it would be best if you contacted him directly.”

“I understand.”

As Jamie walked away with Wallas, he whispered something into his ear.

Most likely, he was explaining Kevrant’s condition in detail.

Kevrant had a headache.

To his closest confidants, who he called ‘Shadows’, Kevrant was more of a trustworthy comrade than an imposing captain.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to expose the suspicious feelings that even he didn’t understand to them.

‘I need to pull myself together.’

Kevrant ran a hand through his hair and headed for the communication room.

About ten years ago, wizards and engineers had invented the communicator.

If you knew the number, you could easily contact anywhere from here.

Because it could be misused, not everyone could own it, and it could only be used at city or large village communication stations.

However, if the country granted permission, individuals could own one, but the conditions were strict, so there were few people who owned a communicator.

Of course, the Green family, as the guardians of the Holy Relic, had easily received permission and owned a communicator.

Upon entering the communication room, Kevrant stood in front of the large communicator and pressed the button that connected to the residence of the Old Count Green.

Soon, he was connected with the butler of the Old Count’s residence, who called for Wyvern Green.

“Father.”

[Kevrant Green.]

Wyvern pronounced Kevrant’s name formally in a low voice.

That was a sign that he was very angry.

“There’s a situation.”

[I, and your mother, didn’t believe what the newspapers were saying. Why? Because we trust you more than some piece of newsprint.]

“I understand. But the situation is…”

[The flower of the Witlow Duke’s family? I hear the Duke of Witlow didn’t want to show his daughter to just anyone, so he kept her hidden.] [Kev, it’s your mother.]

His mother, Helena Green, cut off Wyvern’s words and chimed in.

“Mother….”

The understanding of a man liking a beautiful woman is a given. Yes, heroes are said to like beauties. But Kevrant, it seems your mother is not of the same mind. You, grown up, decided on your own who you would marry, and without a word to your parents, you got married? So that we were the last to know about your marriage? I understand all of that.