“It seems that Hersia has a man, he later becomes the captain of the militia that helps Kian. He is quite eloquent, so he persuades people well.”

But later, he was one of the unfortunate characters who committed suicide after finding out that his militia had harmed Hersia.

‘It makes me feel sad again when I think of that scene.’

“Let’s use him.”

“How?”

“Make him save his woman with his own hands at the wedding.”

“But the man wasn’t invited to the wedding. How to get him in?”

“Of course, the royal security is strict, but it will be easier if he’s with me. I will let him in as Dyrion’s replacement. He will be a useful person later, so it’s not bad to capture him from now. This way seems best.”

Hmm… I must admit he’s smart.

“Let’s meet him tomorrow.”

“But what do I say when I meet him? Also, I can’t say that I can see the future, your girlfriend will be murdered that day.”

“Do you know that everyone in this country knows the fact that I killed the tyrant king?”

Of course I know. I saw it that day. It was eerie to think back to that time. Scary guy.

“So just tell him it’s information about the remnants of the tyrant king.”

Would that really lead to a happy ending? Will it go well? However, my worries were greater than my expectations.

Even though I wasn’t ready yet, Gillian’s wedding eventually arrived.

On the longawaited wedding day, the festival ground for villains, I couldn’t control my pounding heart.

‘Am I nervous now?’

I wasn’t this nervous even at my own wedding.

Because there was nothing good about making Kian meet Gillian frequently, Kian stayed at the duke’s residence with Dyrion.

Even if there were many servants, I couldn’t leave Kian alone at home, so only Sicar, Vica, and I attended the wedding.

‘There are so many people…’

Just seeing the people gathered in the square on the first day made me feel nauseous. Luckily, I wasn’t in the crowd so I could pass, but now I was feeling dizzy just thinking about being in that crowd.

Seeing that I felt dizzy, Sicar hardened his face and said.

“Don’t worry. Vica will put you to sleep.”

The reason Vica, who wanted to stay at home, couldn’t was this. She was the only one who could put me to sleep.

‘I wish I could faint and sleep right now, I’m so nervous and anxious that my stomach is turning.’

When the carriage entered Lecador city, Sicar told Vica.

“Now put her to sleep. But don’t sleep too deep, she has to greet Gillian.”

“Got it.”

Without remembering anything, I fell asleep in an instant as if I had been put under anesthesia.

My last memory before I fell asleep was Vica’s ‘got it’. And when I opened my eyes, I was sitting leaning on a chair.

This place was a small space for a ballroom, but it was like a ballroom for a reception room. Later, I heard it was a small ballroom, maybe some kind of party room.

Because I was wearing a veil that covered my face, people seemed to not know that I was asleep. As soon as I lifted my head, Sicar handed me a glass of water.

“You seem to have slept very deeply.”

Thanks to Vica. It’s a sleep method that would really help if I had insomnia?

“By the way, what happened to Hersia?”

“The woman sitting in the corner with a melancholy face is Hersia,” Sicar indicated.

Looking where Sicar gestured, there was a fragilelooking woman sitting alone, unable to join the party where there were not many people.

Hersia had grown up lonely, receiving all sorts of persecutions for being born as a daughter instead of a son in a household that desired a son. As a result, she had a very shy personality and didn’t adapt well when in unfamiliar places.

Just like me.

Because of her personality, she probably couldn’t resist Gillian’s compulsion and got married to Sicar, as if she was dragged.

“There is still some time before the remnants of the former king appear, so don’t be too impatient.”

What made me impatient was the fact that I had to exchange greetings with Gillian again.

Moreover, Dianne Bilit, who was to become Gillian’s wife, was no ordinary woman. She was a spirit user, the younger sister of Spirit Master Rafe.

Although she seemed dignified and cultured on the surface, she was a scheming villainess. She was ruthless enough to thoroughly punish those who gossiped about the queen being a spirit user.

Thinking about meeting Gillian and Dianne made me nervous, and I hiccupped without even realizing it.

“Hic. Hic.”

Sicar looked at me with a ridiculous gaze.

“Hiccupping at a banquet, and you’re a duchess?!”

“So… hic. Sorry… hic.”

Sicar crossed his arms and looked at me with an astounded gaze, as if he were at his wits’ end, and I bowed my head like a sinner.

“Nervous… hic. That’s why hic….”

“Truly a headache.”

‘I shouldn’t have drank all the water Sicar gave me.’

I wanted to drink some more water and was about to leave my seat when someone held a cup of water in front of me. Looking up, it was Raidox.

“When you hiccup, it’s good to gulp water in one go. There’s no need to sip it to keep your dignity at that time.”

“Thank… hic. You, Count….”

I managed to thank Raidox. Now I tried to take the cup and drink water, but Sicar was looking at me with fierce eyes. It was a gaze that seemed to say he would kill me if I drank that water.

He can’t be glaring because I’m about to drink water from Raidox, can he? He must be glaring because of my hiccups, right? Just as I was trying to convince myself of this, I remembered what Sicar had said.

‘Happy only knew me.’

Even though I continued to hiccup, I was thinking of just taking the water and drinking it.

Sicar ‘snapped’ the cup of water that Raidox offered, and ‘swoosh’ poured it into a flower pot next to him. Then, with stern eyes, he looked at Raidox and said.

“The only person who can give something to my wife is me.”