As if he hadn’t expected him to knock rationally at all, Sugar’s eyes, which were round like round shapes, suddenly became even rounder, and the chubby cheek that had been chubby suddenly shrank dramatically.

Swiftly chewing and swallowing the roasted almond in his mouth, Sugar, who was holding a chubby something in his mouth, opened the door wide.

“C-come in…!”

Since she moved excessively hastily, when opening the door, she almost collided with Sugar’s small head. Cryer, who pulled her with one hand, helped Sugar easily, and without saying a word, he stepped inside through the open door.

At the door, which was opened after knocking and in a situation that could have been hurt, Sugar covered her hand on top of his hand, which touched the head where the fingers had landed, with a surprised face.

But it was only for a moment. Isaac, who followed silently after following without a sound, grabbed the child’s shoulder and whispered.
“If you stand there like that in front of him, you might die.”

“Wha-? Hic!”

Overly abrupt and unnecessarily serious, Isaac’s words had already surprised Sugar enough, who began to hiccup.

“Hic, hi, kkyuk.”

Trying to stop it by covering her mouth with both hands, but if hiccups could be easily stopped, there wouldn’t be various home remedies.

Desperately licking her finger and dabbing it with her saliva on her nose, Sugar soon opened her eyes wide and stopped hiccupping.

In the meantime, Cryer had nodded in front of the child.

“It stopped.”

“What did you just do?”

“I lightly pressed on her blood.”

“……What?”

Isaac, grabbing the hem of his escaping wits, managed to ask.

He had seen Cryer touch some part of Sugar’s back where she was hiccupping, but suddenly pressing something?

“It’s complicated to explain. It was in the Bolshvik’s history book. Simply put, if you press a specific point on the body accurately, you can control the condition.”

“No, that’s ridiculous… well, it might be possible for Bolshvik.”

There’s a way to come down from his own family, Arckendel, which is even more ridiculous than this.

Since that absurd method also came from Bolshvik, there might be some kind of blood to control the body.

Isaac, who roughly accepted it, nodded his head and Sugar, who had become strangely close, also bowed her head as if in a daze.

Seeing that he not only didn’t eat her but also seemed to help her, Sugar, covering her hand over the hand that touched the head, looked up at Cryer.

“Thank you.”

Such a low voice came from Sugar’s lips.

“Can you do it?”

Sugar, who contemplated the meaning of those words for a moment, lifted her head quickly.

Cryer, who was looking into her crimson eyes just like his own, asked again.

“Can you do it properly in front of me?”

“Yes, yes. I can distinguish the stamps…”

While Sugar, under Cryer’s scrutinizing gaze, absentmindedly nodded her head, a signal was heard from the direction of the door.

“Come in!”

Until now, Sugar, who had been avoiding servants uncomfortable since she stayed in Tarenja, now wanted to welcome any stranger.

And even though the stranger was not a complete stranger, someone appeared who could take the child out of this situation.

“Hello, Knight!”

Entering with a bright smile, Anbh, who had something in his arms, didn’t pay attention to Cryer.

The only one among those present who did not look at Cryer, Anbh cheerfully poured out the items on the table in one corner of the room.

Like a baby duck that just hatched from an egg, Sugar, who instinctively approached Anbh’s side, hesitated to reach out for her braid.

While Sugar’s hand, which reached out unconsciously, was soon moist and warm in Anbh’s comforting hand.
Anbh naturally took Sugar’s hand, lightly shaking it, and with his other hand, he touched each item on the table.

“These are the items you need when the knight is in disguise! First, this is a wig, and next is the clothes to wear…”

“Wear something appropriate.”

Before Anbh could start his explanation, Cryer, who cut him off, gestured towards Isaac.

“Yes, yes. Now, let’s go out. Sugar, do you clearly remember the feeling?”

“Y-Yes!”

Sugar, who vividly remembered the distinct sensation from the stamp as if it were engraved in her bones, vigorously nodded her head up and down.

As Sugar and Isaac, receiving the invisible command, tried to move towards the door.

“Shall I help you change your clothes?”

Anbh, with a fluffy smile, suddenly detonated a bomb.

Whether her impromptu action was unexpected even to Cryer, or for whatever reason, as Anbh calculated, she grabbed the pants and shook them towards him.

“Can’t call a servant, so…”

“Why would I do that?”

“No. Forget it.”

Before Anbh could finish her sentence, the voices of Isaac and Cryer intertwined.

While Cryer’s rejection, as the one proposed, was natural and expected, Isaac’s opposition was something he couldn’t comprehend.

“Why is Isaac against it?”

Anbh asked, tilting her head, but an immediate answer did not come.

It was also unclear why he had so strongly expressed opposition.

“Why?”

As Anbh approached Isaac, raising her head, he seemed perplexed and furrowed his eyebrows.

And the third party, Cryer, stared at Isaac with an expression of understanding and a gaze of disdain, not bothering to hide it. Sugar, too, looked at the two with hazy eyes, as if wondering when she had become tense.

Isaac soon shook his head and opened his mouth.

“No, anyone would find this strange right now.”

“Why is it strange? As I mentioned, since we can’t call a servant, I said I’d do it.”

“So why does Yeonga want to do it?”