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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1. Kill The Empress
  • 2. Chapter 2. Tanatos’s Cripple Empress
  • 3. Chapter 3. She's Really Here
  • 4. Chapter 4. The Empress Is Going To Die
  • 5. Chapter 5. How Did This Happen?
  • 6. Chapter 6. Swallowing Eyes
  • 7. Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti
  • 8. Chapter 8. The Crying Sound
  • 9. Chapter 9. Are You Throwing Yourself Away?
  • 10. Chapter 10. Why Did This Woman...?
  • 11. Chapter 11. Then Bite If Off And Kill Me
  • 12. Chapter 12. Ability To Save
  • 13. Chapter 13. The Shadow She Left Behind
  • 14. Chapter 14. Into His Realm
  • 15. Chapter 15. Tamon's Purpose
  • 16. Chapter 16. This Damn Woman!
  • 17. Chapter 17. I've Never Hated You
  • 18. Chapter 18. How About Love?
  • 19. Chapter 19. A Night Walk
  • 20. Chapter 20. How Do You Want To Die
  • 21. Chapter 21. Ronasso's Anxiety
  • 22. Chapter 22. How To Let Go Of Sadness
  • 23. Chapter 23. Lersha Resha
  • 24. Chapter 24. It’s Not Ugly
  • 25. Chapter 25. Where Is The Empress's Treasure?
  • 26. Chapter 26. The Reason For Death
  • 27. Chapter 27. The Consolation Of The Unashamed
  • 28. Chapter 28. A New Name
  • 29. Chapter 29. A Small Change
  • 30. Chapter 30. Out Of Control
  • 31. Chapter 31. There's Always Trouble
  • 32. Chapter 32. Dazzling Silver Hair And Purple Crystal Eyes
  • 33. Chapter 33. My Silver Fox
  • 34. Chapter 34. Is It Okay To Eat This Poisonous Plant?
  • 35. Chapter 35. Don't Be Weak
  • 36. Chapter 36. Don’t Leave Me
  • 37. Chapter 37. An Unfamiliar Peace
  • 38. Chapter 38. Warmth Of The Palm
  • 39. Chapter 39. Give Me Your Right Foot
  • 40. Chapter 40. That’s Right
  • 41. Chapter 41. The Bride's Scream
  • 42. Chapter 42. You Are Like A Gift
  • 43. Chapter 43. Ensemble Drink
  • 44. Chapter 44. I Think It’s Her
  • 45. Chapter 45. Exactly One Month
  • 46. Chapter 46. I’m Disappointed
  • 47. Chapter 47. She Doesn’t Know
  • 48. Chapter 48. To The Lady Of The Pink Rose Forest
  • 49. Chapter 49. Red Stigma On The Chest
  • 50. Chapter 50. That Person Will Come
  • 51. Chapter 51. Smile Next Time
  • 52. Chapter 52. I’m The Owner Of That Leg
  • 53. Chapter 53. The Twins’ Dream
  • 54. Chapter 54. Karen Turasia
  • 55. Chapter 55. Red Passion In The Desert
  • 56. Chapter 56. Cassion Krasis
  • 57. Chapter 57. Brothers
  • 58. Chapter 58. He Did Not Know How To Be Patient
  • 59. Chapter 59. An Unpleasant Visitor
  • 60. Chapter 60. My Brother's Mistress
  • 61. Chapter 61. Tomorrow, Lunch, Together
  • 62. Chapter 62. Roselyn's Anger
  • 63. Chapter 63. Red-eyed Savior
  • 64. Chapter 64. He’s Back
  • 65. Chapter 65. Bloody Master
  • 66. Chapter 66. Welcome Back
  • 67. Chapter 67. I Missed You
  • 68. Chapter 68. Thank You For Staying Alive
  • 69. Chapter 69. It's All Coming Together
  • 70. Chapter 70. Hope That Shine At The End Of Despair
  • 71. Chapter 71. A Mean Woman
  • 72. Chapter 72. Ronasso's Adversity
  • 73. Chapter 73. Preparation To Go Out
  • 74. Chapter 74. Each Person's Heart Flows Differently
  • 75. Chapter 75. Smile, Rosie
  • 76. Chapter 76. Do You Want Me To Show You My Specialty?
  • 77. Chapter 77. Aim And Shoot
  • 78. Chapter 78. The Gap
  • 79. Chapter 79. Arrows That Burn Flesh
  • 80. Chapter 80. I’ll Bring You The Proof
  • 81. Chapter 81. Even If I Die Like This
  • 82. Chapter 82. The Reason She Was Confident In Winning
  • 83. Chapter 83. An Unexpected Guest
  • 84. Chapter 84. Love That Couldn't Overcome Hatred
  • 85. Chapter 85. Aranrosia
  • 86. Chapter 86. The Rightful Owner
  • 87. Chapter 87. Can I Trust You?
  • 88. Chapter 88. A Blind Man
  • 89. Chapter 89. The Wind Lantern Ceremony
  • 90. Chapter 90. If You're There, Come Out
  • 91. Chapter 91. Similar
  • 92. Chapter 92. Ignorance Is Bravery
  • 93. Chapter 93. I Can Tell You
  • 94. Chapter 94. Hartz’s Conditions
  • 95. Chapter 95. If You Kiss Me
  • 96. Chapter 96. Change
  • 97. Chapter 97. Anna
  • 98. Chapter 98. I’ll Have To Remove It
  • 99. Chapter 99. The Prophet's Gamble
  • 100. Chapter 100. Because He's So Good At It
  • 101. Chapter 101. A Mysterious Trend
  • 102. Chapter 102. The Conditions Of The Gift
  • 103. Chapter 103. The Tips Of His Ears
  • 104. Chapter 104. The Meaning Of Yellow Lily
  • 105. Chapter 105. God, Please Take Care Of Them
  • 106. Chapter 106. I'd Like To Meet Him
  • 107. Chapter 107. It’s Beautiful
  • 108. Chapter 108. What Do You Want Me To Do?
  • 109. Chapter 109. There's Only Two Of Us
  • 110. Chapter 110. Even If It Hurts A Little, It Will Last A Long Time
  • 111. Chapter 111. Does This Make Sense?
  • 112. Chapter 112. With Both Feet
  • 113. Chapter 113. Instinct
  • 114. Chapter 114. Did It Happen?
  • 115. Chapter 115. One Step, Two Steps
  • 116. Chapter 116. A Familiar Voice
  • 117. Chapter 117. I See The Glory Of Winter
  • 118. Chapter 118. That's Why It's Not Me
  • 119. Chapter 119. . It Was A Flash
  • 120. Chapter 120. When The Revenge Is Over
  • 121. Chapter 121. What Will He Get?
  • 122. Chapter 122. What Is Your Name?
  • 123. Chapter 123. Sweet
  • 124. Chapter 124. Black Canyon (1)
  • 125. Chapter 125. Black Canyon (2)
  • 126. Chapter 126. A Twisted Doubt
  • 127. Chapter 127. You Have To Save It
  • 128. Chapter 128. The Secret Of The Silver Horned Deer
  • 129. Chapter 129. His Sincerity
  • 130. Chapter 130. Into The Black Fog
  • 131. Chapter 131. Breaking In
  • 132. Chapter 132. Tell Me, Asha
  • 133. Chapter 133. Warmth
  • 134. Chapter 134. Evidence Of Longing
  • 135. Chapter 135. Under The Wheels
  • 136. Chapter 136. Natasha's Crime
  • 137. Chapter 137. Who Left The Flowers?
  • 138. Chapter 138. He Who Sees The Will Of God
  • 139. Chapter 139. Winter Can't Beat The Pines
  • 140. Chapter 140. Let’s Go There Together
  • 141. Chapter 141. Betrayal
  • 142. Chapter 142. A Vanished Home
  • 143. Chapter 143. Finally, At The Imperial Palace
  • 144. Chapter 144. Remove It
  • 145. Chapter 145. Your Worst Nightmare
  • 146. Chapter 146. July 16th
  • 147. Chapter 147. Pretend You Don’t See It. Pretend You Don’t Know It
  • 148. Chapter 148. Take The Child To His Mother
  • 149. Chapter 149. A Crack
  • 150. Chapter 150. Song Of The Fall
  • 151. Chapter 151. Anna’s Situation
  • 152. Chapter 152. Perso’s Anguish
  • 153. Chapter 153. A Suspicious Maid
  • 154. Chapter 154. Whose Baby Is It?
  • 155. Chapter 155. This Is My Answer
  • 156. Chapter 156. The Wild Dog Outside The Fence
  • 157. Chapter 157. The Main Characters
  • 158. Chapter 158. That Day
  • 159. Chapter 159. Let Me Tell You A Secret
  • 160. Chapter 160. Run Away
  • 161. Chapter 161. The Hunt Begins
  • 162. Chapter 162. To The Hell I Got Out Of
  • 163. Chapter 163. Let's Watch
  • 164. Chapter 164. The Crazy Emperor
  • 165. Chapter 165. Rampage
  • 166. Chapter 166. Clash Of Life And Death
  • 167. Chapter 167. Collect
  • 168. Chapter 168. The Banquet Is Over
  • 169. Chapter 169. A World Without The Power Of God
  • 170. Chapter 170. Thorny Hedge
  • 171. Chapter 171. It Was The Night When Winter Ended
  • 172. Chapter 172. Side Story 1 - The World Has Been Turned Upside Down
  • 173. Chapter 173. Side Story 2 - Death In The Dark
  • 174. Chapter 174. Side Story 3 - Monstein
  • 175. Chapter 175. Side Story 4. Tamon's Happiness
  • 176. Chapter 176. Side Story 5. Very Sweet And Tender
  • 177. Chapter 177. Side Story 6. Methods Of Persuasion
  • 178. Chapter 178. Side Story 7. A Night Full Of Peach Scent
  • 179. Chapter 179. Side Story 8. Desired Asha
  • 180. Chapter 180. Side Story 9. Unexpected Fit
  • 181. Chapter 181. Side Story 10. Return
  • 182. Chapter 182. Side Story 11. All Is Well
  • 183. Chapter 183. Side Story 12. Amazing News
  • 184. Chapter 184. Side Story 13. A Very Cute Dream
  • 185. Chapter 185. Side Story 14. What Kind Of Bullsh*t Is This?
  • 186. Chapter 186. Side Story 15. What Will Turn The World Upside Down
  • 187. Chapter 187. Side Story 16. Suspicious Meeting
  • 188. Chapter 188. Side Story 17. Find Me
  • 189. Chapter 189. Side Story 18. You Just Have To Enjoy It
  • 190. Chapter 190. Side Story 19. Time To Become A Family
  • 191. Chapter 191. Side Story 20. Omen
  • 192. Chapter 192. Side Story 21. Became A Family (End)

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅕)

***

 

‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 3. She's really here

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅕)

***

 

‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 8. The crying sound

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 12. Ability to save

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‘Precious engraver…….?’

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She liked the same nickname for something that felt like nothing and also important.

 

The thin skin where his fingers and hers touched focused all her senses.

 

The sensation was more covert and hotter than when their flesh went against each other.

 

Boom!

 

A drumming sound similar to Roselyn’s heartbeat resonated magnificently throughout the square.

 

At the same time, the narrowly gathered dancers began to roll around and spread outward.

 

One of the dancers who rushed to the front, right in front of Roselyn and Tamon, smiled as she looked at Roselyn.

 

As if in some kind of performance, the dozens or so dancers spun around her who was standing at the very front.

 

She was surprised and confused, and the dancers started laughing.

 

When Tamon stepped back, the dancers began to move more aggressively. At that moment, the dancer’s voice grazed her ear.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

“…!”

 

The voice was as clear as the wind, and seemed to melt away like a shimmer.

 

‘Did I mishear her?’

 

As the startled Roselyn stiffened, the dancer grabbed her hand and kissed it.

 

The whispered voice once again grazed Roselyn like a haze.

 

“······Blessings will be with you, but don’t let go of your weapon in your hands.”

 

Strange flames flared in the golden eyes that stared straight at Roselyn.

 

But before she had time to look even deeper into the eyes, the dancer turned her body and ran towards the center of the stage.

 

They were as light as they were when they came to her, but faster, like the wind.

 

Roselyn closed and opened her eyes, but the dancer who was circling around her disappeared.

 

Who in the world was it?

 

Her heart fluttered with a chill feeling.

 

“Smile, Rosie.”

 

‘…… How did that dancer know my name?’

 

****

 

The atmosphere in the square at the festival was loud and lively, but there were some things that were not.

 

These included the upper floors of stores unrelated to the festival, gaps in old alleys, and the rooftops of abandoned buildings.

 

Three or four dimly dressed men were gathered in a narrow alleyway overlooking the central square.

 

One of the group was wedged in between them like a spectator at a festival, and two were up on a high rooftop looking around.

 

They were all excellent and capable, but they couldn’t easily get close to their targets.

 

This was because next to their targets, there were more talented people than them all put together.

 

“It’s a headache.”

 

Nebua Ramchester, who was leading them, touched at his throbbing forehead.

 

He was too careful and his goal was about to crack.

 

He was pouring all his energy into the area, so much so that he was tingling just from the wind brushing his skin.

 

“Shouldn’t we do it now?”

 

“No, we must not act carelessly. You never know where the shadows might appear.”

 

“But if we don’t do it now, we may lose our chance.”

 

“……………………… I can see that. But you have to wait. We may be attacked first before we even get close to our target.”

 

The shadow knight who was escorting Tamon was famous for his skills.

 

There was no sound, no words, no trace of anything left behind.

 

His face, his age, his name, his voice………

 

Since nothing was known about him, it was also difficult to analogize it.

 

There was a story about how Tamon had saved the life of a warrior from the far east and made him his servant, but no one could be sure of that either.

 

“Just wait for now. The festival hasn’t even started yet……”

 

The knight was in a hurry, and in a hurry he was bound to screw things up.

 

It was a truth of life that Nebua had learned through a few mistakes and a few sacrifices.

 

*Nebua hid deeper into the darkness and stared at the targets wandering around the square.

 

(*I think they’re the king’s guards who are trying to kidnap Roselyn.)

 

The woman’s gait was unsteady as she walked, but she was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real.

 

Nebua felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a woman who looked so good in any foreign aristocratic costume.

 

‘…Wasn’t she a slave from Nyrux?’

 

The woman’s behavior was extremely aristocratic, even though she was wearing unfamiliar clothes.

 

She looked at her surroundings curiously, but not at all lightly or noisily, and even though she was walking with a limp, her posture was dignified.

 

It was not a conscious gesture.

 

It was an elegant gesture that seemed to have ingrained into the marrow of her bones.

 

‘She must be a noble from some countries, was she sold?’

 

Then that elegant atmosphere and noble appearance would make sense.

 

And yet, there was still an uncomfortable feeling somewhere that he couldn’t fathom, but now was not the time to be thinking about that. The two men who had been watching the targets made their move.

 

****

 

Roselyn gave the twins some free time.

 

Since Roselyn has never been outside, the twins didn’t get to enjoy outside time either.

 

They ran simple errands and short outings, but the majority of their time was only at the mansion because they were taking care of Roselyn.

 

The hesitant twins ran excitedly without looking back as soon as Tamon beckoned them to go quickly. 

 

“Send someone to the biggest printing shop if you need us! We’ll be right back!”

 

At the same time, how skillful it was to announce their destination.

 

Roselyn smiled and sent the girls on their way, and soon watched the dance.

 

The streets had darkened before she knew it, and colorful lights decorated the sky.

 

Delicious smells wafted from the food stands scattered busily on the streets.

 

Roselyn had little appetite, but she couldn’t resist the smell of grilled meat that stimulated her stomach.

 

“Would you like some?” (Tamon)

 

When did he notice her? Tamon sneakily grabbed her hand and led her.

 

“Come! It’s grilled skewers that are so delicious that you wouldn’t know someone standing next to you died while eating it. Do you want octopus or rock show*?”  (Tamon)

 

(*it’s a name of the food but I don’t know what it say exactly)

 

“………… Rock show?” (Roselyn)

 

 “It’s meat from a pig’s thigh marinated in sauce and grilled. It’s very tasty when it’s grilled with fruits like that.” (Tamon)

 

“What does it taste like?” (Roselyn)

 

Roselyn involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.

 

She heard Tamon laughing, but pretended not to know.

 

Just as Tamon was about to put his hand in his pocket, Roselyn blocked him.

 

“I’m going to buy it and eat it.” (Roselyn)

 

“Do you have money?” (Tamon)

 

“Yes, I do. A lot.” (Roselyn)

 

Tucking out her chin proudly, Roselyn took out some money she asked Asrell got from her bank a while back.

 

She was proud of herself, thinking that she was glad to bring the money just in case, and asked the merchant carefully.

 

“How much is it?” 

 

“It’s 20 shillings per piece and 40 shillings per two.”

 

‘Two?’

 

At her puzzled expression, the merchant pointed to her side.

 

“They look delicious. I’ll take it.” (Tamon)

 

Before she knew it, Tamon was holding another skewer just like hers and smiled brightly.

 

“…..”

 

She was slightly perplexed, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t afford, so she gladly paid for it.

 

No, on second thought, considering what he had given her so far, she was willing to buy it for him.

 

“Uncle, can I have another one with octopus?” (Roselyn)

 

 “Octopus? Yes!”

 

The skewer master, with his mustache growing in a cool way, hurriedly applied the sauce and handed her a skewer with a grilled octopus.

 

Roselyn stuck out an octopus skewer without looking at him.

 

Tamon stared at her in surprise.

 

“……… mine?”

 

“One is not enough for you.”

 

 “So I guess that means it’s mine, right?”

 

As if asking why do you keep asking, Roselyn stared Tamon.

 

She feigned an expressionless face, but her ears were slightly red.

 

Tamon burst into laughter for some reason, and took a big bite of the octopus in Roselyn’s hand.

 

Roselyn watched in amazement as a third of that large skewer disappeared at once.

 

“That’s the best octopus skewer I’ve ever had.”

 

Tamon spoke in an excited voice.

 

“It’s really good.”

 

Roselyn was also strangely excited by the voice.

 

She raised her chin and nodded slightly as if it was obvious.

 

Tamon watched her for a moment, then took the octopus skewer from her, grabbed her empty hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

 

“I want to kiss your lips, but I’m not sure you’d like that since I just ate the food.”

 

 “Still shamelessly vulgar in such a crowded place.”

 

Seeming to have grown somewhat accustomed to his promiscuity, Roselyn berated him, looking no more surprised than before.

 

What was so amusing about that again, Tamon burst out laughing incessantly.

 

He was, after all, a man with a smile.

 

Shaking her head lightly, Roselyn took a bite out of her skewer.

 

Like he said, it was really delicious.

Chapter 13. The shadow she left behind