To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 73

Many nobles were gathering to attend a friendly banquet held in the western region of the Marta Empire.

Unlike the exclusive east, the west, true to its reputation as a region that valued camaraderie, hosted lavish banquets every summer.

Here, in this land renowned for wine cultivation, they held a banquet to commemorate the day of the grape harvest, and the event blurred the line between a diplomatic gathering and a wine festival, as nobles relaxed, socialized, and enjoyed drinking freely.

Today, Viare’s partner had unusually left her side—he was away on a diplomatic visit to a friendly nation.

Of course, Ivan would later come to realize that the agreement he was finalizing today would become shackles binding his own feet.

Viare had absolutely no intention of personally informing him of this highly valuable piece of information.

‘He’ll soon see for himself just how foolishly he’s acting today.’

The banquet hall in the west boasted a scale rivaling that of any high-ranking noble household in the capital, and Viare slowly surveyed the key figures present.

Rarely did she get the chance to attend an official event without her fiancé, so today of all days, she had to move swiftly and tirelessly.

Above all, she had received word that Dension Verdeum would be attending the banquet.

Since this year’s western banquet was hosted by a prominent neutral family, she had no doubt he would be there.

True to her expectations, Dension appeared inside the banquet hall, leaning against a wall with a bored expression.

The sight reminded Viare of their first meeting, and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.

In that very instant, his indifferent blue eyes met her teal-green gaze, and she nearly bit her tongue in surprise.

Neither of them looked away; they simply stared at each other, and for that moment, Viare felt as though they were the only two people left in the entire hall.

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