The god sought by Viscount Heynder, who brought Sugar’s brother, or rather the trash, and had him do tasks.

Although he didn’t explicitly mention it as an ancient god, it was a reasonable suspicion since there had been no previous mention of Viscount Heynder visiting a specific temple.

“Well, since it’s Viscount Heynder, I won’t obediently say I’m entangled with an ancient god in various ways. There’s no need to resort to threats or coercion, and it wouldn’t work on her anyway. She’s not a person you can intimidate.”

“If necessary, I’ll use force…”

“No. Torture or coercion really doesn’t work on her. She’s long been dead, just breathing. She…”

As Olivia blinked her eyes while speaking, she suddenly wiped her face and let out a long sigh.

“If Viscount Heynder is truly related to an ancient god, I understand the reason.”

“There’s a reason for something like that?”

Olivia nodded in response to Cryer’s sarcastic remark and added, “I don’t know about magicians or other crazy things, but Viscount Heynder seems to have a reason. It’s extremely difficult to move him for that reason.”

“What’s the reason?”

“He lost a child. A few hours after birth.”

Although not openly discussed among people, it was a fairly old story known to those in the know. It was a rare story that could happen among people.

“Viscount Heynder, or rather, Bonita Heynder at that time, who was the heir back then, fell into forbidden love, and the result was…”

“Not good, I presume.”

“That’s right. The other party had extremely poor quality. Of course, the heir in love didn’t want to acknowledge that fact and kept it a secret.”

If it had been just a one-night fling, it wouldn’t have been a big problem.

However, that one-night affair turned into a wildfire that burned down Bonita’s life, devouring her whole.

“The circumstances of the baby’s death are unclear. And the death of the previous viscount too.”

The Heynder family, which was not originally sociable, became even more closed after the unattainable love of Bonita, who was the heir back then, evaporated.

In the end, people only learned later that Bonita’s baby hadn’t opened its eyes, and shortly afterward, the previous viscount closed his eyes too.

“When Bonita Heynder came to the palace to succeed the viscount, only a rough story was told.”

“Then the ultimately tragic love is the reason for following an ancient god.”

“She lost her child.”

As parents typically bury it in their hearts when they lose their children, one could not fully understand, but one could at least empathize with Bonita’s choice, which left an indelible bruise on her heart. Yes, one could speculate about the reason, but it was impossible to truly comprehend her. Therefore, Olivia would treat Bonita as if she were the daughter of a magician if she followed an ancient god.
“The maid of the princess’s palace and the woman who sneaked into the princess’s palace and wielded a knife. Why should Viscount Heynder have to deal with the man who had a close relationship with these two?”

Olivia raised one eyebrow mischievously as she twirled a strand of her hair.

“Not only that, but he also kept interfering with the princess’s palace. We really should hear what the viscount has to say about the gods, right?”

Even with empty words, Olivia, who wore a smile that couldn’t be called innocent or gentle, extended her hand, and Cryer willingly took her hand.

Just as he had done since he first held her hand when they first met.

“Viscount.”

“I greet Your Highness.”

Viscount Heynder, who appeared without any prior notice, brought with him a silence as quiet as a tomb.

Dressed in monochrome attire and expressionless, in contrast, Olivia was as vibrant as if going to a banquet, and Cryer, in line with that, focused more on the aesthetic aspects than practicality, presenting a dazzling appearance.

Without even tea or refreshments, when the servant who brought lukewarm water withdrew, Bonita opened her mouth.

“Apologies. We don’t have tea at the mansion. I went out to get tea leaves now…”

“Don’t worry about it. You came without a prior appointment. Well, the viscount seems to be quite interested in me these days.”

Olivia laughed with a hint of bone in her words, but Bonita just lowered her head without any particular response.

Holding a substantial crystal glass and sipping her lips, Olivia, skipping all the small talk going around, asked directly.

“Viscount, do you think I am unqualified as the next empress?”

“How could that be?”

It was a very sensitive question, but Bonita immediately answered, and Olivia nodded casually, as if she had expected it.

“I could alleviate Her Majesty’s worries.”

Olivia, who looked at Bonita beyond the delicate engraving on the emptied water glass, added calmly.

“As the viscount wanted, the servant who was damaging the atmosphere of the princess’s palace has resigned.”

“She withdrew herself, showing some decency.”

“Well, she seems to have wanted to rest as she went through something personally challenging.”