However, Olivia passed over his answer as though it was so obvious that there was no need for any other response, and asked him straight forwardly.

“Tell me. What has the wizard done? How am I supposed to deal with that madman, huh? Huh…?”

Having gotten that far, Olivia could only mumble, unable to say any more words.

Although she had blurted it out, there was no way for her to deal with a wizard.

She began to regret it sincerely.

When the guide, whether it was Greta or some other upstart, was being cheeky, she should have caught him by the scruff of his neck.

Cryer, who had gently closed her mumbling jaw, shook his head.

“Nothing happened. It couldn’t have.”

At his vague words, Olivia tilted her head, pulling down the hand that was holding her chin.

“What?”

“The wizard is dead.”

“What?”

Though she had heard his words, Olivia couldn’t immediately understand. As she asked again, Cryer repeated with a calm demeanor.

“The wizard is dead.”

“What?!”

Finally understanding his words, Olivia sprang up as if sprung by a coil. No, she tried to get up.

Swish.

“Huh? Uh… Uh!”

What should be referred to as the royal room given to the most esteemed guest.

The moment Olivia tried to jump up. The excessively soft and smooth blanket wrapped around her ankles and she fell forward.

No, before she fell, she ended up in Cryer’s arms.

“Phew.”

Cryer, letting out a soft sigh, asked Olivia, who was completely still in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

But Olivia couldn’t even groan in pain, she was unable to reply as she was writhing in pain.

“Your Highness?”

Worry flickered faintly in Cryer’s crimson eyes as he called out to her curiously, but Olivia didn’t see it.

Her nose was hurting so much that she saw stars before her eyes.

Finally managing to pull her face away from his chest, Olivia couldn’t even properly open her eyes and felt around his chest.

“What’s with your chest. Are you wearing a metal plate or something?”

Falling under the bed and landing facefirst before he caught her was a very grateful thing, but if she had hit the floor with her face, it would have hurt less…

Olivia’s thoughts were completely cut off by Cryer’s brief words.

“It tickles. There’s no metal plate or anything if you keep touching.”

Unlike his calm words, Olivia’s reaction to what she had done was quite strong.

“Ugh!”

She raised both hands as if cheering and instinctively tried to get away from him, but as long as her waist was caught, that was just a dream.

Somehow bending her waist back to get away from him, Olivia, with a despondent face, first apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

The pain in her nose was still there, but she was so embarrassed she couldn’t feel it.

She couldn’t bear to meet Cryer’s gaze and rolled her eyes around.

Looking gently at Olivia, whose ears had turned red, Cryer chuckled.

Just a few minutes.

No, maybe the moment Olivia greeted him with a casual ‘welcome back.’

For some reason, the horribly nauseating mud, no, filth, that rose from his feet to his neck when he was with Greta and prevented him from even breathing properly, washed away in an instant.

Why did he come back?

Why did he come back to Olivia?

He still doesn’t know.

But one thing is for sure…

The incredibly stubborn, audacious, now clinging to his trouser leg and saying she would do anything to survive, this princess.

The fact that he had become accustomed to being by Olivia’s side.

To the point where he could not bear to leave her, or for her to leave him.

Perhaps the only one who makes Cryer, who has been resurrected by someone else and become a slave, and doesn’t even remember his past, feel that he is ‘living’ in the ‘present’ is Olivia. So much so that he can’t let her go, and doesn’t want to let her go.

No, it doesn’t matter why.

His crimson eyes sank to an unfathomable depth, but in his eyes, only Olivia was reflected.

Finally, Cryer caught the end of Olivia’s hair, who was desperately avoiding his eyes, and flicked it slightly.

“It’s okay. You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Uhhuh. Sorry. I’ll open my eyes properly next time.”

To Olivia, who replied sullenly, Cryer asked with a playful smile on his lips, yes, a playful smile.

“Is it about looking straight into my eyes and touching?”

“No! When did I say I’d touch…!”

“Ha!”

The next moment, Olivia’s eyes grew as large as they possibly could.

The laughter that filled the room, so bright that it was piercingly clear in her ears, belonged to none other than…

“Are… are you laughing?”

It was Cryer.

As his laughter echoed around the room, Olivia’s eyes shook as if there had been an earthquake.

Did nothing happen? Well, the wizard did die, so something big did happen.

But isn’t that a good thing? Or not?

Lost in confusion, Olivia soon descended into further chaos.

Why is he laughing? Is he laughing? He’s laughing, right? That Cryer is laughing out loud, isn’t he?

His head? Did he hurt his head? He’s not the type to get hit anywhere, is he?

If he killed, he killed, but he wouldn’t go around getting hit by anyone…