“Wasn’t it to eliminate the competition?”
“No, I thought I could relieve you of some burden.”
Isaac added with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“I want to make a good impression on you.”
It was an extremely vague statement.
In fact, there could only be one motive for someone to want to look good to Cryer at this point.
He wanted to get close to the princess, who was monopolizing the princess’s side.
Of course, someone with such intentions would not openly say, ‘I want to look good,’ like Isaac.
But Isaac emphasized again.
“I want to look good to you, not anyone else.”
When he said so much, Cryer should naturally ask.
Why? Or what do you mean?
But life does not always go as expected.
“I see. Good job.”
Leaving only these concise words, Cryer turned around.
Isaac was genuinely startled.
However, he had no time to be startled, so he had to shout out urgently.
“Ah, wait! Just a moment, please.”
Isaac, who had never been flustered in any situation and had never used such an urgent voice even when flustered, quickly approached Cryer.
“Aren’t you even going to ask me why?”
Isaac’s question was answered with a quick response as if there was no time to think.
“I won’t ask.”
With no hesitation, Isaac barely managed to catch Cryer who was about to disappear in front of his eyes.
“Please ask! Why I want to look good to you, not Her Highness the Princess!”
At the sight of Isaac’s determination, almost clutching at his hem, Cryer finally took him in his eyes and laughed lightly.
Because he remembered his first meeting with Olivia.
‘How much does it cost!’
Who could have expected the Princess of the Empire, who had shouted out, to cling to the hem of her skirt like this.
Oh, of course, Olivia herself had anticipated it.
‘Hem? I was even ready to lie down in front of you if necessary.’
Olivia, who said this, shook her head.
‘Whatever I do, I’ve decided I have to catch you.’
Slightly drooping round eyes and slender shoulders.
The determination of the petite princess, smaller than average, was strikingly different from her frail appearance.
Because the will to stop the war and live was stronger than any steel.
Was it already the second time?
Because he had allowed Isaac, who seemed like Olivia with pink hair, to hang around.
Isaac, who quickly noticed that Cryer’s mood had softened, answered the unasked question swiftly.
“The reason I want to look good to you, not Her Highness, is because I want to serve you.”
At Isaac’s assertive statement, Cryer signaled him to continue with his eyes.
“You are strong. I’m not competent enough to judge exactly, but one thing is certain.”
Isaac tapped the hilt of his sword.
“If Her Highness fell for you at first sight and kept you by her side, it wasn’t because of your face.”
Isaac, smiling with his eyes narrowed, was confident.
“It would have been because of your strength.”
Isaac didn’t give any space and immediately bowed deeply with his fist to his chest.
“Please take me in. Of course, I can’t be a servant or a user, but I’ll be useful.”
Cryer didn’t answer, but he didn’t dismiss him either.
He just took one step, and another step towards Isaac.
Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off Cryer, who was approaching him without any warning, like a top predator.
Because if he took his gaze away for a moment, he felt like his throat would be torn out right away.
The moment cold sweat ran down his back.
“Prove your usefulness.”
In a faint voice that seemed to flow from the abyss, Isaac seized the opportunity.
How long had it been since Cryer melted into the darkness, or rather became the darkness and disappeared?
Isaac, who had been standing as if nailed to the spot, heaved a sigh.
“Heuk, heuk, heuk.”
Even though Cryer had disappeared, it was only now that he could escape from the horrific pressure that seemed to strangle his breath.
He touched his intact neck and laughed with his eyes narrowed.
“Is it half done?”
Wasn’t there a saying from his ancestors who had been deeply entangled with the Bolshevik family that the beginning was half?
That’s how Isaac managed to survive his first and last venture into the deepest parts of the princess’s palace in the middle of the night.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]On the morning of the day when a modest martial arts competition, where not all the strong men from the continent gathered, but the notables within the empire did, was approaching.
Emerging from the princess’s palace, Olivia was headed towards the outskirts of the imperial palace, where the Imperial Knights were located.
Beside her, with no attendant to accompany her, was only one person.
“Cryer.”
Her call was met with Cryer’s crooked response.
“Do not kill, do not cut off arms and legs. A scratch or two is fine.”
Olivia, standing tall, narrowed her eyes and looked up at him.
When did he start trying to make her rest by pressing her forehead after finishing a round of paperwork, and now insisting on going together….
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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