Lamane took a seat at a secluded table where not many people passed by.

Sipping juice instead of alcohol, she leisurely scanned the garden party.

Jemma Viscountess, still surrounded by aristocrats, was visible.

“I wonder if we can have a conversation today.”

In this party, she seems to attract as much attention as Marquis Haribo.

Even if they were to engage in a conversation, it feels like it would be noticeable.

“I’d better find a separate place later.”

Muttering to herself, Lamane turned her gaze to the center of the party.

A small orchestra located on one side of the garden.

People dancing to the music they played.

Laughter and joyous sounds echoed here and there.

Observing the beautiful scene harmonizing with the picturesque landscape, Lamane smiled faintly.

A peaceful and beautiful world displayed in simple sight.

At that moment, as she peacefully absorbed the unfolding scenes, a disturbing voice abruptly shattered the tranquility.

“Lamane.”

Interrupting the brief moment of enjoyment, a displeasing voice reached Lamane’s ears.

Reflexively turning her head with narrowed eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Can’t you just pass by?

I was feeling good, you know?

Swallowing the words that almost slipped out, Lamane lifted her gaze, meeting Heter’s gaze.

“I heard you recently visited the house.”

Heter whispered so softly that only Lamane could barely hear.

She thought Zion would have told him.

“Zion fortunately mentioned that you seem to be quiet. However…”

Huh? Something’s off with the content.

“As I mentioned last time, if you don’t want to die, behave quietly.”

Smiling with a hint of threat, the man glanced at Lamane.

“Soon, the king will hand over the security governance to me.”

The black pupils gleamed with ambition.

“Before that, if you act against the king’s will, I won’t leave you alone.”

So, maintain the marital life that started by royal decree.

Lamane, quietly listening to the sluggish voice, chuckled.

At that moment, Heter’s eyes twisted sharply.

“Since when did I become such an important person?”

Lamane stared back with sharp eyes.

“Don’t get it wrong. It’s not that you’ve become an important person. It’s a warning to keep your insignificant life quiet.”

The moment he’s exposed, you’ll face a cruel death.

With a hint, he revealed a malicious smile.

“It seems you’re having some delusions. With that kind of mind, talking about security governance is laughable. Passing dogs would laugh.”

“…What?”

For a moment, cracks appeared in Heter’s pupils.
“How long will you consider me as a trembling child with a sword in my hand?”

Heter’s tightly closed lips twitched.

“Don’t entertain such careless thoughts that I’ll die alone.”

“…”

“The day I die, I’ll take the damn life of a war hero like you with me.”

Violet eyes, like blades holding a sharp edge, flickered menacingly.

“Even if you spare everyone, I won’t spare you and Zion.”

Staring at the man’s face suppressing anger, she gently smiled.

“Who knows when you’ll enjoy another party. Go enjoy it.”

And with a casual turn, she left the side of the man standing like a peg in the ground.

“What the hell is he thinking?”

Heter clenched his fist and spat out a gnashing sound from between his gritted teeth.

“Father, Duke Rosset is about to greet us.”

At that moment, Zion approached.

“Zion. You!”

Suddenly calling out harshly, Zion’s shoulders jerked in response to his father’s abrupt movement.

“…Yes? Yes!”

“On that day, did nothing happen when Lamane came over?”

Confusion appeared on Zion’s face.

“Yes…yes! I didn’t say anything. I just said I came home because I received a letter and if I didn’t come home, my husband might think something strange.”

Zion didn’t tell Heter the full story of what happened that day.

Because if Heter knew that he had touched Lamane, he would expect to be beaten, confined in a cell, and starved.

“Is that so?”

Eyes filled with suspicion.

“Yes. It’s true.”

Zion replied with a voice full of fear.

Heter watched Lamane’s retreating figure from a distance.

“Still, I can’t choose the path of death.”

The eyes in the crumpled facial features sparkled fiercely.

“If that was the case, you should have stayed quiet long ago.”

Zion, with a meaningful smile spreading on his face, slowly scanned his father’s expression.

“Father, what are you talking about?”

The sharp gaze that had momentarily distanced itself now returned with intensity.

“You don’t need to worry about it. Instead of that, think about taking care of yourself at the right time.”

Tsk tsk. Heter, with a contemptuous expression, clicked his tongue and left the spot.

“…Darn it.”

Zion’s clenched fist trembled.

“What the damn woman is thinking.”

Venom surged in his reddened face.

In his life, the person who frightened him to the point of being terrifyingly repellent was none other than his father.

No different from any other son.

‘Let alone for Lamane to do something for me. What are you doing for me?’

It was just a life of being ignored.