As I was trying to think of something to say, Sicar abruptly intervened.

“A thousand roses bring love to fruition.”

“Love?”

“Yes. That’s why your mother loved it so much.”

“Um. So, you’re saying, Sicar, the reason I’m happy to see these, a thousand roses… is because I can hope to realize love with you…”

Throughout this conversation, Sicar nodded as if he agreed, and suddenly hid me behind his back.

“If you say it with such a blushing face, it’s too obvious that you like me.”

Sure enough, Vika and Durion were talking about ‘Madam’s face is red like a beetroot.’ and ‘Love cannot be hidden.’

Well, these villains who have never had a change in face color probably wouldn’t know that people’s faces turn red when they’re very embarrassed or angry.

“But, Vika. Have you really heard such a thing?”

“What do you mean? The story of a thousand roses bringing love to fruition? I don’t care whether love exists or not.”

Ah, I chose the wrong person to ask. So I asked Durion again, and he seemed to think and scratch his chin.

“I don’t know about bringing love to fruition, but I do know a flower that can lead to death if brewed a thousand times. It’s very toxic. It’s quite hard to obtain, but once obtained, you can brew it a thousand times over a thousand days… as for making people blind and deaf…”

As I quickly covered Kian’s ears and gestured to stop, Durion seemed to understand.

“Durion? You can stop explaining now.”

I chose the wrong people to ask. What information can I get from a villain’s den. I’ll remember this and ask Raydoks when I see him later.

Our origami, which couldn’t reach the goal in one day, continued until the next day.

Sicar was expressionless as usual, Vika grumbled as usual, and Durion was fiddling with a piece of paper while scratching his head.

“Why are we even making these? It’s annoying.”

Vika, unable to take it anymore, summoned her dark spirit to fold the paper. The sight of something formless and black, like smoke or water, folding the paper was quite unusual.

Intrigued by the sight, Kian also called out his little spirit, but it was a fire attribute, so it only burnt the paper.

“Stupid young master. Paper can’t stand fire.”

“Vika. Only speak kindly to Kian.”

Once Vika shrugged her shoulders as if to agree, Kian put a candy in Vika’s mouth. Maybe I should also put a candy in Vika’s mouth in the future.

It seemed Durion really didn’t have the knack for making something by fiddling with it, as it took him a long time to fold even one rose. But once one was completed, he would proudly look at the paper rose and put it down.

“I thought only swordsmanship was difficult, but there are really a lot of difficult things in the world? Even handling this small piece of paper is so hard. Wow!”

Seeing him like that, Durion seemed somewhat pure, even though he was a villain.

Just when it seemed like it was all coming to an end, the right hand of Sicar, who was folding the paper, became cold and stiff. The paper in his hand dropped to the floor with a thud.

These symptoms of the curse that fell on Sicar always came suddenly. With a slight frown, as if he was used to it, he said.

“I think I’ll have to stop here for today.”

It was when Sicar was about to get up from his seat, rotating his wrist as if it was sore.

For the first time, Kian grabbed Sicar’s collar. Everyone present stared at Kian in surprise, but Sicar just looked at him with an indifferent face.

“Do you have something to say?”

Kian stared intensely at Sicar and then nodded his head.

“I think I can melt this.”

Had Kian already gained the ability to melt Sicar’s hand?

Sicar didn’t seem to expect much, but he didn’t leave.

“Really? Then go ahead and melt it.”

With a serious look on his face, Kian brought his hands together and grabbed Sicar’s frozen right hand. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated.

Then, the fire spirit from Kian’s hand started circling around Sicar’s hand, beginning to melt the frozen cold. At the mysterious and rare spectacle, we all lost ourselves and watched.

“Wow. What is this? Is the young master now melting the duke’s hand? Wow, the young master is amazing?”

At Durion’s praise, Kian seemed a bit pleased and blushed, while Bika elbowed Durion’s side as if making a fuss about nothing.

And I looked at Kian with amazed eyes as he brought his hands together.

It was beyond wonder to see it happening right before my eyes, not just reading about being able to melt the cold. Sicar also seemed pleased as he lifted one corner of his mouth.

“Quite useful.”