According to Dension, despite his father, the previous Duke, employing a competent teacher to improve his son’s hopeless dance skills, the result had not changed much.

Eventually, they naturally gave up on his futile dance abilities and humbly accepted him as he was.

In fact, Dension seemed to know all the dance steps, but for some reason, his body and mind appeared to be working separately.

Aware of his relentless efforts, Viare still found herself sighing as the frequency of him stepping on her feet increased.

Finally, losing her patience, the previously compassionate Viare disappeared, and she looked disapprovingly at the man before her, unsure of what to do.

‘How many times is it now?’

Thinking that her feet would not survive if stepped on any more, Viare stopped the dance practice and complained.

“Lord Duke, my feet hurt too much.”

“I’m truly sorry, Bia.”

Looking at Dension’s drooping shoulders and dejected expression, Viare gently patted his back with her delicate hand.

“It’s okay. Shall we take a short break?”

“Yes, that sounds good.”

Seeing his expression visibly brighten, she almost burst into a chuckle.

They settled at a table prepared in one corner of the banquet hall, and Viare decided to ask him about something she had been curious about.

“Why do you call me by a nickname, Lord Duke?”

Ever since his confession, he had been calling her Bia instead of ‘lady’.

While she didn’t dislike it, Viare felt somewhat embarrassed to be addressed by a nickname by someone who wasn’t family.

To this, Dension raised his eyebrows in surprise and retorted with an offended tone.

“Now that you mention it, why don’t you call me by a nickname, Bia?”

Taken aback, Viare pretended to ponder deeply before answering.

“That’s because… I still need to prepare my heart for it.”

“Then, I will wait until you are ready.”

Dension, wearing a satisfied smile, suddenly looked down at her feet and then his expression turned serious.

“Please wait here for a moment. I’ll be right back.”
Viare nodded in confusion as she saw his eyes fluttering anxiously.

“Alright. I’ll wait here.”

He hastily left the banquet hall and returned after some time with a cold compress and ointment.

Kneeling on one knee in front of her as if it was nothing, he soon looked up at her and said,

“Could you please rest your foot on my knee?”

Feeling embarrassed at the idea of showing her foot to someone else, Viare firmly refused.

“It’s not bad enough to need treatment.”

Despite this, Dension, seemingly concerned about her foot, asked again with a worried voice.

“I think I’d feel better if you did.”

“Really, I’m fine…”

Reluctantly giving in to his request, Viare felt a flush of embarrassment rush to her face, while he still looked concerned.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Carefully wrapping her foot with the towel for a cold compress, Dension, after the compress, generously applied the ointment to the top of her foot.

Viare, finding the situation awkward, covered her face with her hands.

Even her family had never paid such close attention to her feet.

“It’s embarrassing to have my foot treated like this.”

He shook his head and replied in a more assertive tone, as if comforting a child.

“Treatment should be received promptly.”

While sighing lightly as if something had crossed his mind, he added with a dimple appearing on his left cheek.

“Please let me know if your foot swells again, even after this.”

Viare looked at him quizzically and tilted her head.

“Are you planning to send me some medicine?”

Even if the ointment from the Duke’s house was effective, she was about to refuse, thinking there was no need for him to send her any.

“No. Next time, I will take responsibility for you.”

Dension’s playful smile made Viare’s cheeks turn crimson, and she playfully slapped his shoulder without causing pain.

The fleeting thought of a future together with him was a secret she kept to herself, too embarrassed to share with anyone.