Chapter 91

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"Of course I can't just blame you. No matter how much I look at it, the land like this den of monsters seems to have stained you."

From any country's point of view, the den of monsters was not Britannia, but Romagna.

I was dumbfounded, but of course I didn't say it out loud.

"My lovely sister, how can you have such a bad habit when you haven't seen me for a while?""

The touch on my cheek was so sweet.

I decided to think about something else as a means to not cringe.

Were those rugs classified as combustible trash?

"Sorry. I didn't think much."

"It's okay, at least you're reflecting. You're saying there's a possibility that it'll be fixed, right?"

He took a step back with the hand still stuck to my cheek. .

Then, he gave a light nod to Pietro. It meant to go out and guard the door.

Pietro walked out of the room silently, the shadow of his heavy figure looming over.

"My husband will notice it."

I didn't mean it, but my voice came out in a begging tone.

A smirk grew on his lips.

In those dark blue eyes, something very distorted, like a strange flame that couldn't die down, faintly shone and disappeared.

A strange emotion that was brief but different from anger.

It was a ridiculous thought, but I suddenly felt like I saw the same expression in Izek's eyes one day.

"When he comes to me at night..."

"You won't have much time to see each other for a while. Now, you have to be on your own."

From today to the end of the game, all participants and the supervisory committee will stay at Angvan's designated accommodation.

I knew that, too. Even after that, I didn't think he'd push it if I made an excuse like this... Not like he ever listened to me.

Nevertheless, I didn't know why those useless words came out.

Is it scary to imagine how my husband, who fell for my psycho fox brother, would react if he saw a new wound on my body?

I thought the strong grip on my wrist was loosening, but the next moment, I turned around.

To be exact, I got thrown away.

While twisting and holding my balance, my arms flapped to grip the table, with the alcohol bottles and other objects falling to the floor.

I also eventually collapsed on the floor together.

Ah, my whole body is tingling already.

"Put your legs on the table."

I sighed inside. I knew this would happen anyway, so it's okay. Just wait a minute, and it'd be over.

Let's focus on other thoughts.

That belt isn't combustible, right? There's no such thing as recycling in this world, I guess.

* * *

The crowd filling the huge dome-shaped stadium seemed more enormous than last time.

At this time of year, Elendale had always been crowded with foreigners, but this year it was especially more.

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