To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 061

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Of course, you would think so…… The subordinate’s gaze, which had moments ago resembled that of someone admiring a flawless superior, slightly dimmed, then sharpened again precisely as Cardier raised his head. Even beneath that composed, soldierly expression, the superior seemed to have sensed a fleeting disrespectful glance—beast-like in its intensity—as his eyes narrowed sharply.

A feeling as if one were a mouse before a snake…… The subordinate broke into a cold sweat, pondering whether he should flip his own stomach inside out. Yet the gaze, seemingly never meant to pressure him in the first place, casually drifted away.

“Regardless of your flippant remarks about my wife, I agree it’s a dangerous matter.”

“…….”

……Apparently, he’d already made a bad impression on his superior.

Whether the subordinate sweated or not, Cardier Montrosa rose from his seat and walked toward the fireplace. He picked up the candlestick resting atop it and set fire to the documents. Holding onto the corner until the paper was entirely consumed by flames, he tossed the remains onto the ashes in the hearth.

“I’ll handle this myself.”

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Someone was following.

Ro realized this purely by accident. By accident…… because she had gotten lost. Now that she admitted it, she felt utterly ridiculous and was thoroughly annoyed.

It had been fine at first—boldly dashing out of Montrosa Castle. Too fine, in fact, causing her to overlook the fact that four years had passed since she last left the eastern district.

Port cities were living, breathing whales. Even in the past, after long voyages, she’d return to find signs changed, street goods altered, people replaced, and even the shapes of streets transformed, as if new walls had been hastily erected.

The tapestries hung in every alley had faded so much they were barely distinguishable. Previously, she only needed to look for the one embroidered with the sun motif, but damn it, now she couldn’t even remember what had been where.

When she glanced back to pinpoint her exact location, someone who had passed near the main square caught her sharp eyes. At first, she assumed it was mere coincidence—their paths briefly crossing. But when that ‘coincidence’ repeated a second and then a third time, she could no longer dismiss it as mere imagination. Once suspicion took root, spotting the others became easy. Three, no—four of them.

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