Loen was worried about whether Jeremy would like him or not, but this turned out to be the opposite of what he had expected.

Jeremy seemed unsure of how to respond, hesitating as if she didn’t know what to say.

“Well, um……”

I was also curious about what Jeremy’s ideal type was.

In the original work, Loen liked Jeremy, but considering the current situation, he was worried about Loen’s bold behavior, which was contrary to his expectations.

If Loen and Jeremy don’t end up together, there is a possibility that Kaijel and Loen could reconcile.

It is inevitable to witness the wounds Kaijel will suffer from Loen’s death, who will become Kaien’s mentor.

Jeremy seemed to be contemplating deeply and said, “I wish someone like Loen, but I haven’t thought about my ideal type yet.”

“Hmm. Is this like a green light?”

“In fact, I don’t have an ideal type.”

“Is that so?”

“No, let me correct that. I didn’t have an ideal type. But now I do.”

“Oh, congratulations.”

“It’s someone like you.”

If Jeremy becomes Loen’s ideal type, does that mean any chance of reconciliation with Kaijel is forever lost?

“I didn’t know, but it seems I like guys with good bodies.”

Hmm. Was Jeremy blushing so much?

Jeremy didn’t seem to realize her face had turned red and was just staring at Loen with a vacant look.

Anyway, maybe Loen’s liking for Kaijel in the original work was just because he had a good body.

Looking at the people at the festival, there was no one who looked better than Kaijel.

The only people who seemed more attractive were Sycar and Jeremy.

I had always thought that Loen’s preferred type would be a knight or a knight-like man.

So, I had only dressed Jeremy in a knight’s outfit, thinking that a man with a good body would be the ideal type.

If Jeremy had appeared in a robe as usual, Loen would not have been attracted to her at all.

Somehow, if Jeremy continued to reject Loen, it seemed like she would quickly find another man with a good body. She didn’t seem genuinely infatuated with Jeremy at first sight.

Judging by her gaze going towards the veins on Jeremy’s biceps, my guess was clear.

“Even though there are many men with better bodies than me, thank you for liking a plain guy like me, Loen.”

“Plain? How could you say that? You look so good, especially the veins on your biceps are very attractive.”

“Uh, really?”

Jeremy seemed at a loss, not knowing what to do, as if he had never sweated so much in his life.

Loen’s continued blunt words confused Jeremy, and Jeremy kept shaking his head in confusion, only to later understand Loen’s words and then blush.
After leaving the wizard guild, he spent time only in his small tower. Perhaps, for Jeremy, it would be the first time encountering someone more talkative than himself. Especially, a woman who throws tempting words so aggressively would be an entirely new experience.

Jeremy went through a cycle of embarrassment and relief. While he was sweating bullets, I had to endure my laughter, spitting out juice almost simultaneously with Jeremy when Loen made a provocative comment about kissing. Sykar, devoid of empathy, wiped my lips with a blank face.

In the meantime, Sykar checked if the drink had gone bad before pouring me another one. However, I was too absorbed in anticipating Jeremy’s response to notice the beverage.

“Not yet,” Jeremy replied.

Jeremy wiped away the sweat beads on her forehead with her sleeve, but when Loen offered a handkerchief, she hesitated, looked at him, and politely accepted it, wiping her forehead.

“Thank you,” she said.

Loen smiled at Jeremy and said, “You’re welcome. It’s not just giving; suck it and give it back.”

Jeremy stopped wiping her forehead, looking at Loen with wide eyes.

‘We probably need to give them some space.’

After slipping away discreetly, where Sykar and I ended up was not where the carriages were but a place where an adult ceremony was taking place.

“Aren’t we going to the carriage? Why did we come here?”

“Since we’re here, might as well watch the adult ceremony. You’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“But there might be a lot of people there…”

“Don’t worry. There aren’t many people who became adults in this small village this year. Just follow me.”

“Aren’t there many spectators?”

Despite my hesitance, Sykar’s response was concise.

“No, not really.”

Glancing around, it didn’t seem like many people had gathered, so we moved towards the pine tree where the adult ceremony was taking place.

It wasn’t far, just a few steps.

The festival atmosphere was filled with the passionate energy of young people playing with water, praying, and people observing various fortune-telling booths.

Sykar grabbed my shoulder, turning me around, and said, “Let’s walk up to the pine tree.”

“Huh?”

“Absolutely do not look back.”

I had a feeling about what Sykar was planning.