Zion asked quietly with smoldering eyes.

“How do you want to deal with him?”

“I want to tie him up and throw him out of the continent.”

To this, Evie responded unabashedly.

She momentarily covered her mouth with her hand on such a subject, then hastily added before Zion could take her words seriously.

“But I can’t throw him yet. The Count of Montra is a person I need.”

Evie’s voice was brisk, so Zion looked at her with furrowed brows.

Zion’s face was very displeased.

His cold demeanor might have been intimidating, but Evie, on the contrary, nodded her head vigorously as if she understood everything.

“Of course, the Count’s attitude isn’t very good. But he is helpful to me in many ways. So, even if he plays a little too much, I can bear it.”

So saying, Evie looked completely unscathed. She had dismissed the Count’s prior behavior as nothing more than a heavyhanded joke.

But Zion didn’t believe her calmness and looked at Evie suspiciously.

It’s not that he thought Evie should feel sad like the heroine of a tragedy or act aggressively like her deputy commander.

People have different attitudes, and even if Evie’s reaction was strange, he had no intention of denying it outright.

But Zion was suspicious of Evie’s seemingly cheerful expression.

So he looked closely at Evie’s small face and asked.

“Does something like earlier happen often?”

“If you’re referring to the Count’s natural sexual harassment, um, it’s not frequent but happens occasionally. …I feel like we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Every time you want to throw him off the continent?”

“No, the execution method changes every time. But there’s a commonality that the aftermath is clean. …Count, I don’t want to talk like this.”

“But still, you just bear it….”

“But still, you just bear it?” he tried to repeat.

But his last question was left incomplete. Evie had abruptly covered his mouth with her hand.

“Count, you know this is cheating, right?”

Evie said sternly, her hand still over Zion’s mouth, signaling that she had no intention of hearing more.

Zion looked at her silently, his mouth shut by her clear linedrawing. As his gaze lingered, Evie added cheerfully with a smile.

“I’m telling you again, if I say something strict, we’ll both feel embarrassed. We have to get along for a long time, and that would be awkward.”

Zion wasn’t exactly honest, but Evie was no less stubborn.

Evie refused Zion’s interference with pride, as if she had no desire to complain.

After pushing Zion away, Evie took her hand from his mouth, and Zion dropped his eyes instead of saying anything further.

The Count, who had silently closed his mouth, looked somewhat uncomfortable.

So Evie, who had been sneakily glancing at him, asked slyly.

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“You look angry? Your forehead is an angry forehead.”

Evie tilted her head and examined Zion’s face. Then, leaning her elbows on the table and supporting her chin with both hands, she asked cutely.

“Are you angry because of me?”

A cold laugh burst from Zion’s lips at her adorable question.

Zion looked at Evie as if he really couldn’t believe it, and Evie retorted, her face flushing.

“You sigh like that, and it really looks like you’re angry. People will think the Count has been mocked.”

“I already told you I’m not angry.”

“You’re lying.”

“…If you’re trying to make me angry, you’ve just succeeded.”

Zion’s eyes sharpened at Evie’s provocation, but Evie did not blink an eye and smiled.

She then continued to look up at Zion, her cheeks still cupped in her hands.

“Count, you’re surprisingly gentlemanly.”

It was clearly a mocking tone. Not just the tone, but also the mischievous expression on her face was filled with that intention.

So Zion wanted to retort, do you find this funny right now?
Evie had repeatedly said no, but Zion was quite angry.

However, Zion knew that he was in a position where he shouldn’t get angry recklessly, so he had a habit of first checking whether his anger was justified when he got angry.

Following this habit, Zion thought hard as he came through the dusty secret passage. About why his mind was so uncomfortable.

The culprit was, of course, the Duke of Montra.

The Duke treated Zion’s deputy commander like an ornament and acted arrogantly in front of him, openly tormenting a poor girl.

This alone was enough reason to be angry, but Zion, though not honest with others, was not someone who deceived himself.

What Zion had listed earlier were reasons to be angry, but not why he was angry.

So Zion, after much contemplation, accepted a fact he did not want to admit.

The reason he was so angry was because the Duke had touched Evie.

This was a very uncomfortable realization for Zion.

But even in the midst of this, Evie teased Zion, saying, ‘A gentleman, a gentleman,’ in an annoying manner.

Thanks to this, Zion felt a little crazier.

Lately, Evie has been unrestrained towards Zion.