“…….”
“…….”
“…..?”
Dale returned home and stood still when he caught sight of Cassion.
After a glance at Cassion's smiling face, Dale carefully ignored him and walked past him.
“You shouldn't keep picking up men who are trash.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“The alchemist was useful to you last time, Enya, but this man is useless.”
“Useless, my friend.”
Cassion smiled, leaning one arm on the table.
“What do you want for dinner?”
Dale went into the kitchen and started washing his hands.
Cassion then spoke with sparkling eyes.
“Your friend likes meat, but he doesn't like mashed potatoes or cereal.
He doesn't like getting fat, please note.”
“Enya, what do you like to eat?”
“Miss Enya thinks the steak you're grilling is quite good.”
“…….”
Dale's gaze turned to Cassion.
He stared at the invisible man as if he could see him now.
"scary."
Cassion waved his hand and laughed.
“My servants are scheduled to arrive in three hours.
Your wife invited me, so don’t hate me so much.”
Unlike Cassion, Del's eyes were gentle and warm as he looked at me.
Then his eyes narrowed as if he saw something in me.
He reached out to mine and stopped.
“Can I touch you?”
“What?
Yes.”
I pulled his hand towards me and placed it on my cheek.
Dale lifted my face slightly and looked at the back of my neck.
“You're hurt.
It's bad.”
I pursed my lips, and Dale looked like he was dying of anxiety.
He looked so hurt that anyone could have sworn he was hurt.
“I'll get some medicine.”
Dale stared at Cassion as he came out with the medicine box.
“Did you do this?”
“Suspicion that I am scum who puts my hands on women...this is terrible.”
But Dale's doubts did not go away.
“I just fell.”
“Enya.”
Dale sighed as he walked over to me and tended to my wound.
My gaze automatically followed his handsome face.
She stared absentmindedly at his lips.
His touch on my neck was warm.
He gently turned my head, as if he wanted to see if I was hurt somewhere else.
I had to turn my head on my own due to the very slight force.
The sound of his hot breathing reached my ears.
I looked into Dale's clear eyes.
He was still wearing his angry face.
“You're hurt here too.”
Dale looked at my collarbone and frowned.
“I fell.”
“Enya.
Do you know what happens if you fall on your neck or collarbone first?”
“The neck is instant death.
If you break the collarbone, you die.”
Dale's words silenced me.
He was questioning me in a low voice.
"Look, guys.
I know you're in a good mood, but have you forgotten that I'm here?"
Cassion, who was leaning against the wall, clicked his tongue.
He shook his head, and there was a look of disbelief on his face.
“Aren't we going to eat?
Feed me, Del.
Will your wife be hungry?”
“…….”
Then my stomach growled.
“Haha, what is this?”
“I'm sorry.
I'll be back in a bit.”
Dale patted my cheek and got up, his back so wide, I looked like I wanted to hug him again.
Then I felt burning glances.
“What are you looking at?”
I stated, and Cassion, who had been staring at me, let out a small laugh.
He seemed to find it amusing to be an observer in this drama.
"Princess Lockhart.
Do you think I don't recognize you?"
He recognized me immediately.
He said he knew from the beginning.
“Because you are the master of the magic tower.”
I underestimated his intelligence.
After he learned my true identity, he started threatening instead of negotiating.
“I wanted to go to my newly married friend's house.
I wasn't invited by Dale.”
“The princess will never know my heart, will she?”
I looked at Cassion who was smiling shyly.
Even though my identity had been exposed, I felt strangely frightened as I looked at him.
"Are you……!"
'Is he targeting Dale?'
I took a moment to think about the genre classification of this novel.
Fantasy romance, yes, definitely because I haven't read any other genre.
But Dale was an extra, and nothing was said about who Cassion liked, so it was possible that he had a crush on Dale, which I don't think happened.
‘What is this, impossible!’
So the rival I was supposed to share my husband with was Marquis Cassion Schultz?
For some reason, I had an unpleasant feeling that I had brought my husband's lover into our home.
Good cook, good personality, good money, handsome.
I couldn't have asked for a better man to be my first choice.
“…….”
I opened my eyes and stared at Cassion.
“Huh?”
He blinked as he looked at me.
He pointed to his chest and said: Me?
‘You.’
I nodded.
Then I pointed my finger at Dale.
Cassion looked at Dale with round eyes, then back at me.
‘X.’
I made a big X with my arm.
Then he patted my chest.
'My husband.'
The Marquis's eyes narrowed at that, and he raised one corner of his mouth.
Then he burst out laughing.
He looked at me with a frustrated look on his face.
I shook my head as I looked at him, and Cassion closed his mouth and eyes tightly.
A soundless battle raged behind Dale.
"princess".
Cassion, who had finally surrendered first, called out to me in a low voice.
He looked at me with a stern look and shook his head.
“I don’t know how I survived this long with your eyes on me.”
“My eyes?”
I asked him.
I looked at Cassion.
Was he embarrassed that I noticed him so quickly?
He must have been surprised.
I might be.
But Dale is my contract husband.
Cassion was handsome, though somehow suspicious and hesitant.
Cassion said, bowing his head.
“I think you're terribly misunderstanding me.
I'm not interested in Dale, and I don't want you to think I'm attracted to him, because I'm attracted to women.”
Peek.
Cassion looked at Dale, then lowered his voice and laughed.
“A lot of them.”
“It seems so.”
“……It looks like that?”
Dale had the innocent, sweet, harmless eyes of a puppy, and Marquis Cassion had the evil eyes of a snake.
I don't even know how they can be friends.
'Exactly, how did they really become friends?'
My keen powers of observation and deduction led me to one idea.
That the Marquis is the only one who cares.
Dale is not interested in Cassion.
Cassion seems very interested in Dale.
Even among friends, some make the first move, others don't, and Marquez seems to have a one-sided crush on Dale.
Although Dale is a skilled mercenary, the magicians of the Magic Tower are talented people with great pride…..
Instead, the magicians were famous for sticking together, so they did not interact well with other classes.
"Can you swear?
Aren't you really aiming for Dale?"
"no."
But those eyes.
The eyes of a dangerous wolf watching an innocent lamb.
“Are you sure you're not?”
“I swear on Dale’s life.”