Chapter 32:

Chapter 32:

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The audience with the Emperor didnt even take half an hour.

Elliot, who was waiting outside the audience chamber, bowed politely towards the exiting Duke.

He was curious about what his master and the Emperor had discussed in such a short time.

However, before he could ask about the conversation, Elliot noticed that the Duke was holding a decorative item in his hand.

It was a silver figurine of a dove with its wings half open.

It was quite charming, as if it suited the hands of his master, but it also seemed awkward.

Oh, did His Highness have anything like that?

Elliot tilted his head in confusion.

Was it a gift from the Emperor? It somehow looked familiar.

But before Elliot could inquire, Duke Carlyle called out to him first.

Elliot.

Yes, Your Highness.

Take the knights and return to the North. And as soon as you return, prepare for the ceremony.

Pardon?

Elliot realized the meaning of those words a beat late. The instruction to take the entourage and return to the North meant that Duke Carlyle wouldnt be going too.

Moreover, a ceremony? What kind of ceremony?

Elliot decided to ask the questions in order of what he was most curious about.

So, Your Highness, what about you?

As for me

Duke Lennox Carlyle, who had already stepped outside the palace, lightly mounted his black horse and held the reins, speaking calmly.

I will go and fetch my bride.

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Ah.

Juliet opened her eyes on the soft bed.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was surprised by the muscle pain that attacked her. Her whole body was in pain. She wondered why her joints hurt so much

Then, she remembered what happened yesterday.

Yeah, thats right

She saw a huge wolf and saved him, then she met some strange passengers and saw how they got into a fight on the train

She had slept deeply without even having a vivid dream in a long time, and now she knew why. It was all because of the intense soreness in her body.

Juliet groaned as she cautiously got out of bed.

The voices that greeted her were never pleasant, no matter when.

(You opened. Eyes.)

(Master. Greetings. Morning.)

Not only did butterflies flutter around the bedroom, but they even imitated human gestures, offering a morning greeting.

Perhaps due to her mood, Juliet felt that they were getting more skilled at imitating humans.

.Yeah. Hello.

Knowing that they would become even more annoying if she ignored them, Juliet half-heartedly greeted them.

(Hello?)

(Hello. Morning.)

As Juliet drank water, the butterflies seemed more excited, chirping new words they had learned among themselves.

Honestly, there was no five-year-old child throwing tantrums as much as they did.

He claims to be a superior being from another dimension, huh?

Juliet sometimes found it confusing.

Are other spirits like this too?

Anyway, from this morning, the butterflies seemed quite pleased as they tried to engage Juliet in conversation with their clumsy speech.

Bathing in the early morning sunlight, their verdant wings shimmered with a more mysterious glow than usual.

No wonder

This.

However, just before she could step back, at an opportune moment, Roys hand grabbed Juliets hand.

Juliet blinked for a moment as she saw what Roy was suddenly holding in his hand.

It was one of the hairpins Juliet had dropped and lost when she fell in the train car the previous day. She had found one immediately, but she thought she had lost the other.

Where did you find it? Did you wait to give this to me?

He nodded.

In an instant, his expression brightened like a puppy seeking praise.

Somehow hes just like our Roro.

She thought of the dog they raised when she was five years old.

A gray dog that vigorously wagged its tail whenever it saw Juliet.

Looking at Roy, who had sparkling eyes that didnt match his relaxed demeanor, Juliet subtly recalled the image of a dog wagging its tail enthusiastically.

(.)

Ah.

For a moment, a certain thought crossed Juliets mind, and she turned around to look back.

To her surprise, right beyond the open door of her room, a motionless butterfly was sitting on the windowsill.

Oh, right.

Whether he was a Swordmaster or a high-ranking priest, Roy was also immune to the butterflies enchantment.

After a brief moment of thought, Juliet pointed to the back of Roys hand.

That, does it hurt?

Roys gaze lowered.

There was a pale wound on the back of his hand.

But in the next moment, Juliet unknowingly startled and grabbed his hand tightly.

?

Dont lick it!

It was because he was about to lick his hand in an excessively natural movement.

Youll make it worse!

Worse?

I mean, theres a risk of bacterial infection-

Seeing his innocent face, it seemed futile to explain anything.

Never mind. I should stop trying to explain.

Come inside.

Yes.

Roy obediently followed Juliets instructions and entered the room, grinning mischievously.

Sit there.

Yes.

Give me your hand.

Yes.

Like a docile puppy, Roy complied with her requests.

He listens well

Juliet glanced at his face discreetly. Even when she poured antiseptic on the wound, he didnt even furrow his brow.

He must be in pain

After dabbing the antiseptic clumsily, Juliet loosely wrapped the bandage around.

There, its done.

Despite the somewhat careless first aid, Roy didnt complain at all. Instead, he continued to touch the bandage that Juliet had wrapped around.

Please stop touching it.

As she said that, bothered by the loosely tied knot, Roy genuinely refrained from touching the bandage again.

Yes.

While looking at his cheerful and smiling face, Juliet felt a slightly strange sensation.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels