"Amazing."
Hortman's first job as a slave, aka an employee, is to repair the robe that Charles gave me.
The wizard isn't a seamstress, but I want to know how he'd mend it.
Wow—
After Hortman says a few words, the robe shrinks to fit me perfectly.
It's altered by magic, so does that mean only a wizard can control it?
He seems very proud of himself.
'This is something nobody elsecan do.'
'This is what kind of wizard I am.'
'Yes, why did such a sorcerer have to do that?''
I cast aside my sarcastic thought and say thank you.
The thing I'm thankful for is that I can pretend to be thankful.
I then send Hortman back, who must have been very tired today.
I am tired too.
"Whew~"
I haven't even seen the warehouse that I really want to see.
"Let's go."
Right, I came here to see that.
Let's stretch out my arms upward as if channeling some energy before leaning toward the ground.
"Ahem."
Charles coughs, announcing his appearance.
If I jump up suddenly, I'm afraid that my fragile body will snap again.
"What's wrong?"
I touch my hands to the floor and turn my head slightly. My long hair scatter in front of me like a waterfall, and I can see his face without seeing it.
"I thought that I might get hurt if I get up suddenly. I ask for your understanding."
With a forced smile, I slowly stretch my hand forward and stand up straight. I then relax my shoulders and roll my neck from side to side.
"Where are you quarreling at?"
(T/N: he's asking this because she's doing stretches so it looks like she's getting ready to fight/argue...literally this shit was confusing as hell)
"What?"
"Where?"
With you, now.
I think I might have raised my fist.
(C) "I want to go to the milk warehouse with a spirited mindset."
I quickly fix my thoughts and respond normally.
"For what reason?"
"Come with me for a second. Let's go somewhere."
Wow, I must be tired today.
"Where? Moreover, I think I'm going to have a hard time later today."
"I'm going to the stable for a while."
If it's a stable, is it horseback riding?
"Uh, horseback riding."
As if he has read my thoughts, he nods, putting the words in my mouth.
"Don't you want to take a look at the horses?"
"Ah."
I really should sew my mouth shut. I get tired when I remember everything I did without thinking.
Plus, it really isn't urgent.
Because—
"I can see it after you leave for the capital."
I try to postpone it later, but—
"You don't want to learn from me."
You read my heart like a ghost.
Since I don't have the heart to nod, I smile awkwardly instead.
"You need to have a horse in order to learn."
That's true, again.
"I give you my word. I will look around."
"Let's go! "
I just thought the practice can be me riding a pony.
But, he's not just lending me a horse.
I can't believe you're going to it to me for my own us.
Young and rich.
For a second, I can't help but be blinded by his charms as he shines in the sun.
Too bad.
'Your Grace, you love him, don't you? I know everything.'
Leo keeps making strange statements, trying to brainwash me.
Honestly though, for such an attractive guy, isn't it a waste?
In addition, he's been coming at me, saying heart-throbbing lines.
Of course, it's a feeling that will disappear soon, but I can't believe I can't like this guy in front of me.
It's like Hong Gil-dong, who can't call his father, 'father', or a miserable heroine who can't say she likes him.
"Hell."
"...What?"
"Nothing!"
I slap my hand at the sound of my heart pounding and quickly shake my head.
"..."
He looks at me with his head slightly tilted, pursing his lower lip.
"Hmm."
I turn my head.
But the tail of his mouth visible on his side face...
I think it curves up a little bit.
Didn't it?
Then, it instantly disappears.
I'm wondering what's wrong with this guy.
It's just because I'm next to you.
I silently say to myself so I can shut down my heart beat, trying to justify my strange reaction.
Yes, I am so pretty and lovely that no one can escape without loving me.
Sure, of course.
I roll my shoulders and tap him.
"Shall we go?"
Already, I'm feeling tired all through my body.
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Divorce Manual
RomanceHaving lived as a small citizen of the Republic of Korea, I was somehow reborn as a supporting character in a historical novel as the wife of the villain, Charles Diago, who fell for the heroine and died after committing all kinds of evil deeds! My...