If Olivia hadn’t been looking, Keslan would have wanted to immediately grab her by the neck and throw her away.
“Hmm, as expected, useless.”
Olivia, who showed no sign of understanding Cryer’s biased evaluation, simply nodded her head, and Keslan lost color in her face as if she had witnessed the sky collapsing.
It was a blatant display of her inadequacy in front of Princess Olivia.
However, Olivia, naturally, interpreted Cryer’s response differently from Keslan and answered in an entirely different context.
The very intention behind the question asking, “How is it?” was essentially whether the chances of countering ‘magic’ were as tiny as grains of millet, so it was natural.
Having confirmed everything she needed to, Olivia cheerfully gestured towards Keslan.
“I called you because there’s something to check. Now return to your place.”
Once again, Keslan faithfully obeyed the order with a reflexive spine and, as if measuring an infinitely distant sight, she made an accurate salute before leaving the office with a dignified stride.
After she disappeared, Cryer, left alone with Olivia, suddenly opened his mouth.
“Do knights ever meet privately with others?”
It was an out-of-the-blue question, but Olivia didn’t pay much attention and answered while searching through documents.
“Well? Even if we follow them to private places as part of the escort, I don’t know about meeting them privately. Still, it wouldn’t be non-existent, right? There might be records of knights defecting with diplomats, but just a short bonfire play……”
The answer that flowed out like water was based on the assumption that the subject meeting a knight privately was ‘Greta,’ so Cryer shook his head.
“No, I don’t care if knights meet someone or not.”
“Huh? Then? Me?”
Olivia, who was wagging her head, realized that Cryer’s gaze was fixed on her and tilted her head.
“Um.”
Seeing him focusing somewhere far away, it seemed like he was scrutinizing not only memories from this life but also memories from past lives.
Is there so much to dig into memories like that? Or, if not, is it so little that even if you dig, nothing comes out?
Cryer naturally hoped for the latter, but the fact that the possibility wasn’t zero made something deep inside him bubble up.
It’s not normal. Even though he shouted for reason, the irrational jealousy boiling under the belly was erasing everything.
If she had a relationship with someone, and if that relationship was what he thought it was…
The thick emotion that crawled up slowly as he suppressed it started to seep through his veins onto the skin the moment she said something so simple and light.
“Come to think of it, have you ever met a knight privately?”
Although the answer he wanted came out clearly, Cryer’s eyebrows made a big wave.
He detached his back from the wall and approached her with determination.
“A knight ‘la.’ Are there any others you’ve met privately, not as a knight?”
Although the facing crimson eyes were deeply sunken, the sense of danger that he couldn’t say anything lingered.
Olivia, who hadn’t realized that the soft feathers on her back had unconsciously stood on end, quickly blinked her eyes.
Why… Why does he seem to be interrogating like this?
Wait… Is he interrogating? Or does it feel like there was a similar situation before?
Olivia, who was trying to recall the time when she fell into a trap hidden by the Levoir family’s trash with a vacant face, returned to reality at his low call.
“Olivia.”
“Uh, no! I haven’t met anyone privately! The youngest knight who was with me until I died was also a woman! A female knight in the same knight order as my lover!”
Unknowingly, Olivia blurted out the answer to the past question, and her face twisted into a strange expression.
No, why am I making excuses… No, it’s not an excuse because it’s the truth. In any case, why am I doing this awkward thing?
Why am I explaining? Is it because of my feelings? Is it because of my feelings?
Contrary to Olivia’s confused thoughts, Cryer’s crimson eyes sank transparently as if something had engulfed him.
He even opened his mouth again, not hiding a satisfied smile, leaning against the wall leisurely.
“No need to withdraw the escort. I’ll go myself anyway.”
“Escort? Ah, Keslan Kyeong.”
“Yeah. That scum.”
Openly revealing resentment without any reservations, Olivia became even more confused.
Um… The words are a bit harsh…
“If you lose your composure in front of the one you serve, you’re scum.”
Before Olivia could finish her sentence, Cryer passed judgment on Keslan in one stroke, and she nodded with a very logical statement.
Did she lose her composure? There was no sign of it…
While thinking about it, Olivia, aware that Cryer far surpassed humans in reading people’s expressions and movements, unfortunately ended up accepting Cryer’s evaluation of Keslan.
“You said you’re going to watch him, so Keslan…”
“Scum.”
As another word came out frighteningly easily when she was about to mention Keslan’s name, there was no way not to notice.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
