Aden of Biflten had no need for improvisation, unless it was on the battlefield, for he now had the power to be the chief of the Biflten.
However, a problem like this could not be solved with this power.
“Why is he like this?” Milo mouthed the words to Idith silently, as Aden had excellent hearing and fortunately, his master didn't seem to notice.
“Can’t Your Grace appear as yourself before her?” Milo's solution was simple, as the fragile bride would not be able to notice a skilled swordsman like Aden if he chose to hide his status.
Aden didn't respond and Idith hit Milo on the arm just as the merchant was about to speak again, keeping his eyes on the duke.
He was thinking about an unlikely possibility.
Why did your master go there?
Idith thought of her master standing in front of his bride and the conversation she overheard.
Aden entered the room as the duke but pretended to be the leader of the knight in front of Ilyin, he wanted to talk to her face to face and even made a lame excuse for being there, which was definitely unlike him.
Idith thought she knew how things stood and felt she was one step ahead of her master this time.
As the servants whispered about how Aden preferred Empire women, Idith didn't think of it as a bad thing if it was whoever he chose.
His master did not like the winter lands that had swallowed his mother since his childhood, for Idith had always been by his side since that time and knew what had happened.
Aden wanted to eradicate the cold.
And while he abhorred the three families, he raised his sword to protect the north.
That was enough for Idith and she didn't care because Aden loved his bride, he seemed more like a young man in love than the bloody ruler of the Winterlands.
“How about letting her know?” Milo added in a cold sweat as Aden remained silent.
Aden finally looked at Milo.
“Let her know?”
“Yes, you won’t be able to leave the mansion anyway.”
Ilyin was only surrounded by the Delrose maids and didn't seem to like the maids from the other families.
She tried to take off the blue cloth, knowing it belonged to Blue North, but it was too cold.
“Your Grace deceived her from the start” Milo commented boldly and Idith blinked in shock.
He didn't seem to see what the problem was until Idith gave him a death glare.
Milo's eyes widened as he muttered silently, wondering if his assumption was correct.
However, Idith had no intention of responding, because it was Milo who created this situation.
Idith had ordered the Delrose knights, on the day of their master's visit, to enter the bride's room if they needed to convey a message.
She could not explain better what her master was thinking of the disbelieving knights.
However, she added that they must ask the bride's permission, which was all he could say.
Milo wasn't there as he was outside, and he should have been perceptive enough to back off if he felt something strange was happening rather than saying things directly.
“Use Milo instead” Idith suggested, and Aden crossed his arms and sat back.
It was a sign that Idith should explain further and Milo's eyes nearly popped out, but Idith ignored the man beside her as she spoke.
***
Questions filled Aden's mind constantly.
Why was he acting like this?
That particular question came back to him in a different way after he walked down the same hallway four times.
What made him act so different from himself?
Since the mollies seemed to be up to something outside the castle walls, he had much more important things to think about.
Since he destroyed most of the herd, he had time on his hands.
However, he could easily destroy the rest of them if he took advantage of this opportunity, but he was procrastinating.
Instead, he was walking around while waiting for his fiancée to pass by, as he wanted her to think that their meeting was by chance.
He didn't understand himself and was about to turn around when she appeared in front of him, like an illusion.
Ilyin looked as surprised as he felt.
"Hello." His voice was deep and smooth.
Ilyin held his hand to stop him as he approached her.
“Can you stop there for a moment?” She looked like a cautious little animal and Aden stopped, even though she wasn't the least bit threatening.
“I heard different things than you told me before.” she said bluntly.
Your way of getting straight to the point made Aden think about your letter, which made him smile.
Ilyin tilted her head as Aden waited for her to speak.
“I still don’t know much about Biflten.”
"I know." Aden listened carefully to his words.
“However, a strange man entering my room seems out of the ordinary.”