Author: alyalia

“Why?”

 

However, his expression remained eerily calm. Only then did Dana recall that Viego had extreme mysophobia. And that in this very moment, he had temporarily forgotten and removed the white gloves he always wore to avoid contact with others.

 

“I’m sorry.” What an insufferably sensitive man. How can he even go through the wedding while still being like this? Thinking so, Dana carefully offered her apology. “I just thought you were holding your cane too tightly.”

 

“There is no problem.”

 

“There is a problem. You’re bleeding, Brother.”

 

“The problem right now is your attitude of evading mentioning who the culprit is,” Viego replied with a chilling calmness and turned around. “Take rest for the time being.”

 

“…”

 

With those words, Viego left the room. Dana silently stared at his retreating back. Looks like he’s angry. Did he think I was defending Raios? That’s not it, though.

 

Dana let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the bed. Of course, she initially thought it was Raios. That was natural. On her way back after meeting him, she had been ambushed after hearing his sudden wish for her safe journey home. At first, she naturally, obviously thought it was Raios. However…

 

I don’t know.

 

Now, her mind… had changed a little.

 

* * *

“Ah, sh*t, it hurts like hell, seriously…”

 

“Mind your language.”

 

At that, Ignis burst into a scoffing laugh. “All I said was ‘Ah, sh*t, it hurts like hell.’”

 

“That’s precisely what rough language is.” Dana scolded him while applying medicine to his arm.

 

Ignis then furrowed his brows. “How else should I say it when it hurts like hell?”

 

“…”

 

Right. It must hurt.

 

Dana let out a sigh. “Then ask a doctor to apply the medicine. Why do you insist on having me do it?”

 

“Wouldn’t it heal faster if Saintess applied it? After all, I got hurt while protecting Saintess.”

 

“…”

 

Did he just mimic my tone of voice now?

 

When she glared at him, Ignis grinned cheekily. Seeing those playful eyes, her annoyance quickly vanished. What a strange man.

 

When the carriage overturned, Ignis had wrapped his arms around her, shielding her. As a result, his arm was reduced to rags, injured by the carriage’s wooden splinters. It really must hurt…

 

As Dana silently applied the ointment, Ignis chuckled. “Hey, Miss Proper Language Saintess. What do you want me to say? There’s no phrase that can express my pain other than ‘Sh*t, it hurts like hell.’”

 

“Then just say, ‘Sh*t, it hurts like hell.’”

 

When she replied nonchalantly, Ignis’s jaw dropped. “You, what did you just say?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I asked what you just said.”

 

“Just say, ‘Sh*t, it hurts like hell.’”

 

The next second, Ignis clutched his stomach and burst into roaring laughter. “Wahahahaha!”

 

What’s wrong with him?

 

He barely managed to stop laughing after his face turned bright red. “Ah, seriously. My goodness. I’ve never seen a woman who looks so unnatural swearing.”

 

What is he talking about? Dana scoffed and applied the ointment to his other arm. “I swear a lot too, you know.”

 

“What?”

 

“It’s true. Though most of it is just in my head.”

 

At those words, Ignis burst out laughing once more. “Then, what kind of curse words do you say in your head?”

 

“…”

 

“Let me guess, stuff like dummy, idiot, dumbass, meanie, like that?”

 

“…”

 

He’s really annoying. I swear all kinds of things in my head too, like b*stard, crazy guy, crazy son of b*tch. Why is he like that? However, feeling that making such an excuse would sound even more ridiculous, Dana decided not to deal with him any further.

 

“Hey, tell me. I’m really curious. Saintess Dana, what kind of curse words do you say to yourself in your head? Hmm?”

 

When Dana continued to ignore him, he even grabbed the ends of her hair and shook them.

 

Why is he acting so friendly? Ignis de Windsor had been acting noticeably friendly lately. It seemed that accompanying him when he went to meet Raios had opened his heart.

 

Was Raios really that scary to him? Come to think of it, his face had stiffened for a moment when he was told to get permission from Raios first. And he had even meekly admitted that Raios was scary. And perhaps surviving the carriage accident together changed him. He seemed oddly different from before.

 

“Milady.” At that moment, Lethe approached. He spoke without even giving Ignis so much as a glance. “I have prepared the documents you requested.”

 

“Ah, I’ll be right there.”

 

Ignis watched Lethe intently as he left. Then he exclaimed in admiration. “Insane.”

 

“Right?”

 

“I thought he was some kind of fairy.”

 

“Is that so?

 

“It feels like time and space are distorting. He’s ridiculously handsome.” With those words, Ignis grunted and pulled himself up. He had to rely on crutches due to his broken leg. “Darling, let’s go for a walk. Lend me a shoulder.”

 

“…”

 

Crazy man… Dana thought so this time as well, but she silently followed him. Whatever the reason, in any case, Ignis had been injured while protecting her.

 

* * *

“Can I ask you something?” Dana asked while they were walking in the garden. Frankly, there was something she had been wanting to ask all along. “What was that thing you said right before the carriage accident?”

 

At those words, Ignis’s face stiffened.

 

Dana immediately followed up. “You were talking about the Windsor family.”

 

“…I did.”

 

“You also said that Windsor and I don’t suit each other.”

 

Back then, Ignis had definitely said it. He asked if she knew what kind of family Windsor is. That question had been bothering her for a while. Why did Ignis say such a thing at that moment? What on earth did he want to tell?

 

“What did you mean by that?”

 

“What do you think I meant?” Ignis laughed with a sigh. “It means they’re a family with a sh*tty background.”

 

“Is there any family with a completely clean background?”

 

“What?”

 

“I’ve never seen a family dealing with huge sums of money that is flawlessly clean.” But that couldn’t be all.

 

Sure enough, Ignis immediately added. “Don’t you find Windsor suspicious at all?”

 

“What?”

 

“Originally, Windsor was a family of knights guarding the border.”

 

She knew that. Having visited Windsor territory, Dana knew firsthand. Once, they played a role in defending the border from barbarians, though it had been a long time since the direct lineage of Windsor took interest in the affairs of the territory. They merely handed over immense management funds and received monthly reports.

 

“Look at Windsor now. They’ve become a family of tycoons and businessmen occupying the largest mansion in the capital. They say even the imperial family borrows money from Windsor, right?”

 

“…That’s because—”

 

“Ah, I know what you’re going to say. Because of the treasure island. The treasure island overflowing with gold coins that Demian Windsor found.” Ignis sneered as if he found it ridiculous. “Does that treasure island really exist?”

 

“…”

 

“Nobody has seen that treasure island. Literally nobody.”

 

“…”

 

“If the treasure island doesn’t exist, then where did that enormous wealth suddenly come from?”

 

“…”

 

“Don’t you find that strange? And…” Ignis abruptly lowered his head and whispered in her ear. “Do you know where Viego Windsor goes on those secret business trips of his?”

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