Looking up at him with her rabbitlike eyes wide open, he nodded his head, lightly pushing Olivia’s forehead away.

“If necessary.”

As soon as he confirmed, Olivia got excited and her cheeks flushed, she yelled excitedly.

“Go! Enemy within!”

While saying so and strongly pointing forward, Olivia quickly grabbed his arm and added.

“If you feel even a little bit disgusting to deal with them, quit in the middle. Got it? You don’t have to do anything you hate.”

With a smile that no one could notice spreading around the corner of his eyes as he thought of the small figure who was earnestly advising him, Cryer’s smile faded away.

Since he had restrained Greta from touching Olivia, there would be no reason to stay here anymore.

As if she didn’t exist, ignoring Greta and heading towards the door, Cryer added dryly.

“I’ll have to see the wizard before I go to the empire.”

By saying this, he could see the wizard before the state funeral ends.

It wouldn’t take long to extract information from him.

If Cryer showed even a little curiosity, she would spit out what she was going to do in the future.

Until now, she had ignored all the nonsense he was saying, but now she had to dig up even that nonsense to find even a tiny bit of information.

Without even leaving a farewell to Greta, his back left the room, and her laughter echoed behind him.

“I’ve purified my father.”

Knock.

As soon as the knocking sound ended, Olivia ordered in a very elegant voice.

“I said I’d be alone. Go away.”

At her words, Cryer, who was turning the doorknob, hesitated.

It was not because Olivia said to go away.

He just didn’t know why he came back to her so obediently.

“Send him back.”

He didn’t come back as a knight of the Norden country because the princess of the empire said so.

She also knew why she commanded so highhandedly without even hearing the explanation.

Then why?

Thinking logically, if Greta mentions Olivia, isn’t it more dangerous for him, who is receiving all of Greta’s attention, to loiter near Olivia?

Although he had stopped it for now, as long as he continues to stay by Olivia’s side, Greta could aim at Olivia at any time.

But Cryer came back to Olivia without any hesitation or thought.

Yes.

“Are you… back.”

Unconsciously, naturally, he came back to Olivia’s side.

When did it become like this? No, why did it become like this?

But Cryer, who was staring at the tightly closed door, grabbed the doorknob without coming to any conclusion.

The air that had been stagnant in the room flowed out, and a faint rose scent brushed his nose.

“The smell coming from me? Ah, the scent of roses? It’s inherent. It runs in the blood. Because it comes down from generation to generation in Bolshiek.”

Olivia said so, shaking her head rattle rattle.

“Burning bright red hair with a rose scent. It’s a too typical combination that it’s a little embarrassing.”

As she sniffed her own arm saying that, Olivia’s image vividly came to mind, making Cryer’s step into the room a little faster.

Soon he found a large bed bulging up and approached it in a stride.

He had been gazing down at the intermittent squirming of what appeared to be a small mountain protruding outwards. He opened his mouth to speak.

“If you want to be alone, we can go somewhere else now.”

At the sound of the faint voice above her, Olivia’s eyes flashed open.

“Cryer!”

Olivia, who had thrown off the blanket, tried to get up at once, but wobbled due to a sudden wave of dizziness.

Of course, Cryer caught her, and Olivia, half hanging on his arm, giggled and opened her mouth.

“Are you back?”

It was a statement that came out too naturally.

The usual greeting that anyone would hear when they returned home.

Was it because it became natural to be by each other’s side, to the point where they could not even realize they had become accustomed to being together.

Olivia greeted Cryer as if it was natural for him to return.

The next moment.

An indescribable expression surfaced on Cryer’s face for a moment before slowly receding.

Observing this, Olivia, who had tilted her head, soon furrowed her brows and asked.

“Cryer? Has the daughter of the wizard who had his head on backward, or was she also a wizard? Anyway, did that crazy one do something?”

In her blue eyes, which spouted harsh words that would not even be contained by an ordinary person, let alone a princess, only Cryer was fully reflected.

“You just said to come back. I should have pretended not to know earlier and grabbed that insolent thing by the hair!”

The faint and somewhat blocked voice flowed into the defiant Olivia’s ears.

“I’m…back.”