“Fine. If you’re so worried about who I’m going to kill, wouldn’t it be better to check it out together?”

“When did I ever…?”

Olivia attempted to argue, but Cryer resolutely shook his head.

“You did.”

“I’ve always thought this, but don’t you have a filter in your head or mouth? Normally, you should downplay the truth so the other person won’t feel uncomfortable.”

Despite being seemingly common sense, Cryer merely shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“I would have, if necessary.”

“I need it too!”

“Your Highness.”

Cryer, leaning against the door, stared intently at Olivia.

“Don’t avoid the subject. Why won’t you come with me?”

“Then why are you so eager to come with me?”

At Olivia’s retort, Cryer laughed.

“Because I might actually kill someone.”

“You said you wouldn’t! Never mind, let’s go together. Not now, I have something else to do.”

Olivia stepped forward decisively towards him.

“You had something else to do.”

“Yes. I need to go to an area where the Taren family’s merchants gather.”

“Taren?”

“Just know it’s a family you can’t ignore. I decided to unravel this case with the heir of that family.”

“You’re getting someone else involved in a case related to the Ancient God?”

As Cryer’s eyebrows shot up, Olivia shook her head.

“Of course not. It’s just that the incident is happening in the area where the Taren family’s merchants are, so a petition came in from the family. I’m just trying to placify them.”

Olivia, thinking of Anbhu Taren, furrowed her brows.

“The ambition of the Taren young lady is a bit excessive, but since I’m just going to hear people’s statements, it would be better to have her on our side to get the merchants to talk…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Cryer, who had approached unnoticed, was gently rubbing her forehead.

By now she was somewhat used to him approaching silently like this, so she wasn’t shocked.

She sighed, pressing down on the spot he had rubbed.

“Because I remembered the grand epic of the Taren young lady.”

“Epic?”

“Yes. In the epic of the Taren young lady, you and I fall in love at first sight, overcome the wall of status, and grow a beautiful love while withstanding all the murmurs.”

Similar wrinkles appeared on Cryer’s forehead as Olivia’s.

Seeing him, Olivia on her tiptoes barely managed to press down on his forehead.

“See? Naturally, that expression comes out.”

As Olivia reached out her hand, trembling slightly, Cryer very naturally leaned his body slightly.

Only then did Olivia rub his forehead comfortably and add,

“Anyway, since she adamantly said no, I immediately agreed. She’s a bit of a peculiar young lady though.”

Then she stepped back from Cryer and patted his arm.

“Good luck.”

“Mine? Or my opponent’s?”

Tilting his head and smirking at her, Olivia firmly replied.

“Your luck, of course. I’m sure you won’t need it, but…”

Pausing briefly, Olivia stared at him before speaking again.

“If you get hurt or die during the fight… you don’t have to be considerate.”

It was a request completely different from before, but the worrying flicker in her transparent blue eyes was so vivid that it seared deeply into Cryer’s heart.

“So, good luck.”

With a small smile, Olivia briskly pushed him away.

Cryer, looking back at Olivia, soon took a step forward.

The moment he reached for the doorknob.

“Oh, by the way, Cryer.”

Olivia, as if she had just remembered, called out to Cryer.

“What?”

“It’s nothing big.”

Facing Olivia who was adding unnecessary words, Cryer also drove in the truth without mercy.

“From the moment you said that, it seems like you’re admitting it’s a big deal.”

His words didn’t make a dent in Olivia’s smile this time.

With an air of it truly being nothing, she tossed out her words.

“Someone from the Norden Kingdom will be coming to help with this case.”

That statement in itself was nothing.

It was just a visit from someone from another country.

However, the next moment.

Although it should not have been possible, a cold air swirled like frostbite from Cryer’s ankles, and his crimson eyes sank deeper than the deep sea abyss.

Tick, tock.

Amid the gravelike silence, only the intermittent sound of Olivia’s teeth chattering due to her violently shaking chin was heard.

She knew instinctively, no, from experience.

The aura spreading out from Cryer wasn’t merely cold air, but a dangerous intent.

An intent so vicious that it felt as though her throat could be severed at any moment.

Despite knowing that it was not directed at her, Olivia had to muster all her strength to not back away trembling, to not buckle down in a pathetic heap due to her shaking knees.

How much time had passed, where each second felt like an eternity?

The focus slowly returned to Cryer’s eyes, which had darkened with the hatred and anger towards the sorcerer who had turned him into a slave of the ancient god.

As his narrowed view gradually widened, Olivia came into his sight.

Olivia, completely frozen, had cheeks so pale that they appeared as though the color had been bleached out, not a single blood vessel visible.