Olivia rubbed her cheek against the cold desk and furrowed her brows deeply.

“If it comes to this, should I create a nonexistent sin? No, if we rush in, it might actually become more dangerous for us. Tsk. I should have asked what that trash was up to.”

“It would be quicker to catch the woman the Viscount assigned for the job over there.”

“Yeah. I didn’t ask because I thought the same.”

Even if Bonita had lived while barely fulfilling Viscount Heinder’s duties and nothing more, she was by no means an opponent to be taken lightly.

“No, she’s not just handling the duties as a Viscount, considering she worships an ancient god. It must be related to magic, or maybe Greta?”

While Olivia muttered to herself and organized her thoughts, Cryer gently pressed and smoothed out her heavily wrinkled forehead.

“How about that? Does it seem likely?”

“Changing the Nordian diplomat was also Viscount’s idea.”

“Oh, right. That’s true. If Greta is coming as a diplomat, it would be a mess……”

As Olivia was jokingly speaking with a smile, her expression turned serious.

She had a premonition that what she said in a seemingly meaningless way could actually come true.

Shaking off her thoughts by rolling her feet, Olivia refocused on Viscount Heinder.

Come to think of it, in her previous life, Olivia had never thought that Bonita might be related to an ancient god even once.

“In the previous life, when I disappeared like smoke just before the war, it was probably because of the connection with the ancient god.”

“I had no idea.”

“Absolutely. In fact, even in the life before that, Viscount Heinder didn’t really cause harm to the Empire.”

If that had been the case, even if it was very secretive, she wouldn
Speaking in an exaggerated tone, Olivia, while still pressed against the desk and not intending to move, soon let out a deep sigh and sluggishly rose from her seat.

There is no escape from the tasks that she must do just because she is tired.

As a princess, she cannot simply neglect the duties she has to fulfill. Even if the ancient god descends tomorrow and the world is on the brink of destruction, if she doesn’t work today, there will be people who won’t make it through tonight.

Dragging her legs, Olivia, who sat in front of the documents, reluctantly began to handle the tasks she had to complete today. Cryer, as always, remained in his seat.

Around the time the sun, tilting toward the afternoon, was dyeing the sky red and about to disappear with the sunset.

Olivia, who had been like a stone statue, not moving an inch from her seat and only playing with her pen, finally put down the pen and raised her head.

“Uh, ugh! My shoulders! My neck! My head!”

At the same time, Cryer almost closed the thick Bolshevik history book he had been reading.

Leaning towards Olivia, who had raised her head following the shadow cast by the last signature on the document, Cryer spoke.

“I did offer to help, didn’t I?”

“No. It’s inconvenient to get used to it.”

“Inconvenient? Handling documents was inconvenient even before.”

With her head slightly lowered, Olivia added.

“Not that. It’s inconvenient to get used to you helping.”

She didn’t add anything more, but it was clear without hearing it.

It meant that she didn’t want to get used to sharing the work with him, as they would part ways once the problem with the ancient god was resolved safely in the future.

“Why not make it not inconvenient?”

“Not inconvenient? Like gradually reducing the help with the work?”

Whether consciously or subconsciously, Olivia, who didn’t even think about the assumption of ‘staying by her side’ in the future, received a completely unrelated answer from Cryer.

“No.”

“No? Then how?”

Looking at Olivia, who couldn’t even fathom the assumption of ‘staying by her side’ in the future, Cryer, with a faint and blurry smile, raised his head and said something completely different.

“Untie it for you.”

“Huh?”

“Your shoulders, I mean.”

“Oh, so like lying down like you said last time……”

Olivia, with a blurry ending to her words, gently gestured her head and suddenly seemed to remember something.

“More than that, there’s something more needed today.”

And a moment later.

“What’s needed is alcohol.”

“Our ancestors used to say that on such a tough day, you should have a drink.”

Olivia, who looked at the abundant table with bottles of alcohol that seemed both harsh and expensive at a glance, laughed heartily, tapping the table.

“You’re not someone who can’t drink, right?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Oh, right. No problem. Let’s find out from now on.”

Olivia grabbed the nearest bottle and cheerfully opened the lid.
And grabbed another bottle of alcohol, opening the lid once again.

“Are you mixing the drinks?”

“No, we’re each drinking on our own.”

Having said that, Olivia casually pushed a bottle of alcohol, not a glass, in front of Cryer. He, unsure of what to say, looked at the bottle emitting a subtle buttery fragrance.

“Let’s leave drinking with our eyes aside. Let’s drink.”