“Hello, Den.” Ilyin said calmly, recognizing him immediately because the Grandmaster's uniform was a familiar sight to her now.
Aden placed his index finger on his lips as he smiled at her.
“There are only Delrose people in the hallway.”
"OK." Ilyin approached him and asked:
“Is there anything urgent?”
She spoke as quietly as she could and Aden thought it was adorable that she was trying to keep Delrose's secret.
He thought for a moment that he could hear her little heart beating and before he spoke further, Aden took her hand, hoping to calm her down.
He came to see her unexpectedly and didn't want her to be any more surprised by what he had to say.
“I have something to ask you, Ilyin.” He paused for a moment before looking directly at her.
“It’s about the viscount’s estate.”
Caught off guard by his question, Ilyin stopped breathing for a moment and his mind began to race.
‘Did something happen at the Viscount’s property?
Or did the viscount send a strange message here?
But I didn’t tell anyone that I came to Biflten!’
The carriage in which she entered the land of winter did not have a Biflten symbol on it, she was sure of that.
If the bride did not like the winter region and wanted to return home, Biflten used the same carriage for the bride he was looking for and left her as she was and to prevent rumors from spreading, they did not put any symbols on the carriage.
"What is it?" Ilyin asked, feeling shaken.
“Shhh.” Aden seemed to know what she was thinking and he quickly pulled Ilyin into his arms and then hugged her tightly, she nuzzled her face into his broad chest and let out the breath she had been holding.
When he felt her relax in his arms, Aden stroked her soft, silky hair.
“Is it something bad?” Ilyin asked as she couldn't even guess what it was.
Aden rubbed his back as he spoke.
"It's not a bad thing.
Would you like to hear it?" He whispered.
“If it’s uncomfortable, we can talk more about it later.”
Ilyin hugged him tighter and said:
“Tell me now.”
“Alright then.” Aden separated Ilyin from him momentarily, but her face was close to his.
He didn't know how to explain the situation to her.
“Arlen’s estate is planting carrots,” he began speaking slowly on purpose.
Milo must have been going crazy waiting for the message from the winter region, but Aden wasn't worried about that right now.
He didn't have an incompetent subordinate who couldn't stand his ground while waiting for a message.
“Carrots?” Ilyin tilted his head slightly.
She didn't know much about carrots, but she knew it was a southern crop.
"But Arlen's estate is close to the capital?
So it certainly wasn't something that originally grew there."
Aden slid back the blue cloth that covered the top of his head.
The blue cloth followed the flow of his silver hair as he placed it around his neck.
His purple eyes, which Aden could now look into, sparkled as they reflected the light of the library.
“Milo is looking into the details,” he replied.
The mansion's temperature was high due to Aden's divine power.
It was higher than in February, but it still felt cold to Ilyin, who was not from the warm region and she wore a thick cloak over her clothes.
In the warm region, a cape would be something that would only be used in the middle of winter.
Aden caressed Ilyin under his cloak and she giggled as she felt ticklish.
Then he started to speak more quietly again,
"Biflten has no food shortage.
We already have enough without Arlen's carrots." The touch of his warm hands could calm Ilyin's nerves and she slowly nodded her head as she listened to him.
There was no way for crops to grow in a place where all four seasons were winter and because of that, in the hot region, it was rumored that the winter region probably lacked food supplies.
The people who started this rumor didn't know about the relationship between the Acid Merchants and Biflten.
“But if you want, we will import the crops from Arlen's estate,” Aden offered.
The number of crops grown on Arlen's estate farm wouldn't hurt Biflten's finances anyway.
Aden looked at his hand as he thought and noticed that Ilyin was holding his hand so tightly that his fingers turned white around the knuckles.
He carefully placed her hand in front of him and stroked it gently before adding:
“If you find it uncomfortable, then we will not accept the offer.”
Ilyin relaxed the hand she had gripped so tightly without realizing it and Aden massaged it carefully.
The hand that was touching each part of his fingers moved to his palm and then to the back of his hand again.
Aden had strong hands that could handle a giant sword, but they were soft whenever he touched Ilyin and she moaned softly.
His hand, which trailed over hers, was very attentive and Ilyin's body reacted to the tickling sensation of his fingers moving between her fingers.
Aden's large hand, which was covering her small one, was touching the sensitive part on the inside of her wrist.
When he touched her again, the soft cloth slid down her arm and hung at her elbow.
Aden then leaned his body towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead.
The area of her skin that had been touched by his soft lips was then touched by her forehead as he brushed his head against her.
Aden whispered against her cheek and she felt his warm breath.
“Besides, if you never want to hear about Arlen again, I’ll shut my mouth about it.”
"OK." was all she could mutter.