My fiancé returned after six whole years of war.
With a woman and a child in his arms.
He said that he couldn’t possibly bear to leave her.
An irresponsible fiancé who had forced the duties of a duchess on me.
“Leila, you’re not really the Duchess.”
I decided to break our engagement when I heard those words.
* * *
“How far can I go?”
A painful moment of silence.
I realized I had said something strange, so I hurriedly spoke up.
“Your Majesty, I apologize. I didn’t mean to ask this, but …”
[Anything.]
Kalian replied, cutting me off.
His tone wasn’t angry or irritated. I’d rather say that he… was smiling.
[You can do anything, as long as you don’t sell the Kingdom. After all, you’re my agent.]
…What would you do if I really sold the Kingdom?
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