Chapter 32: Chapter 31

Episode 31

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

But, in general, it was rightly said that it happens because of bad luck.

‘Anyway.’

I put some weight on the balcony railing.

A ticklish wind blew and misled the hair around my face.

Dylan has been doing much better than expected since she came to the mansion.

Now that I’ve only watched for a day, but that alone made me have some expectation that even when Ari was alone, as long as Dylan was there, she would continue to be safe.

‘The escort’s score, out of ten, uh, I’ll give her fifteen points.’

And I dedicate about sixteen points from my perspective.

“Hoot.”

Thanks to her, I was now much more relieved about Ari’s safety than before.

Without me or Sir Davery, Ari will be able to stay as safe as she is now.

In conclusion, the fundamental problem itself was not solved, but it was not something I could do in the current situation.

I did what I could, for now.

‘Then now.’

A slight wry of the nose.

‘Let’s think about my own problems, shall we?’

In fact, today was a very important day for me-a very precise day.

‘I’m going to use the enchanted cloth on Ash tonight.’

Right.

I’ve got all the plans in hand. The place is in front of the garden fountain at the mansion, and the time is 10 p.m.

Ari goes out to the place first in time and puts on the enchanted cloth, I would then take Ash out there to meet Ari pretending to be a coincidence.

‘Is this plan too simple?’

anyway.

Why did I choose the place as a garden? The reason is simple. Because it’s romantic.

The reason why the execution time is at night was just the same. It’s more romantic if the lights are dim because of the dark.

Some suggested using the enchanted cloth and creating a fateful and elegant atmosphere to match it, and that was the result of collecting the opinions.

‘Certainly…..the garden looked more beautiful under the moonlit.’

If there is a fountain there, the effect will be even greater.

In many romance novels, male and female characters meet in the garden on a full moon night.

As for this, it was fortunate that the rain stopped so soon yesterday.

If it kept pouring down and the garden floor was completely soft, it would have become another story.

“……”

I tapped my finger on the leaning railing.

The touch of a cold hard stone hung at the end of my hand.

‘What’s this feeling?’

I was looking out, but I couldn’t see the scenery.

What should I say? There’s been some little twitch in the corner of my chest from a while ago.

Ever since Ari and I decided to use the enchanted cloth today.

‘Expectation? Excited?’

No, it’s not like that.

It wasn’t such a bright and exciting feeling. It was rather sinking.

What’s this?

‘Anxious?’

This is weird. To be honest, there was no reason to be anxious.

It was a plan that had to go well. It’s embarrassing to be called a plan because it’s so simple and clear, but the plan was all about using the enchanted cloth.

The effect of the enchanted cloth has already been verified. There were two living witnesses, including the Crown Prince and Dylan. Why am I so nervous when I have such a fraudulent all-around item?

“Isn’t this one, too?…No, wait, no way.’

I frown my eyebrows at this feeling passing down gently.

‘Is it the aftermath of hearing hell’s nagging from the butler this morning?’

Oh, that’s possible.

That makes sense. The reason why he exploded?

The butler found me early this morning. He told me where and how I met Dylan yesterday, and what the situation was like. ‘How could you do such a dangerous thing?’ ‘What if you got hurt?’ He said, ‘I was so upset and I didn’t know what to do.’

I was so brushed by the devil’s preaching from the morning that I had only one thought.

Who told him?

‘That must be Sir Davery.’

I’d get revenge. By all means, but I had been losing nearly a half-day without a decent chance.

“That’s right, this is it.”

I found the identity of this unknown feeling.

It was an aftereffect. Apparently, it’s an aftermath of being exposed to a defenceless and vicious mental attack as soon as I wake up.

“Sir Davery…”

I really need to get back at him.

What should I do?

I’m thinking about how to avenge, and then someone knocked on the door.

“Eonni, this is Ari!”

“Come in. It’s unlocked.”

Soon the door burst open and Ari rushed towards me.

The hem of the skirt fluttered randomly. Come to think of it, Ari managed to avoid the butler’s eyes.

Well, you’re lucky in that aspect.

“What are you doing?”

Thanks to Dylan, Ari was no longer required to stick to me. It was both empty and comfortable, making it a bittersweet thing.

“Let’s go see something fun.”

“Something fun?”

“The next most interesting thing after watching a fight.”

What? That’s.

“…..watching a fight?”

Ari took the lead in leading me.

I left the room like that and went straight down the stairs.

And then what welcomed me, though not a fight, was an interesting sight anyway.

“Dylan wins!”

“Oooooar!”

Dylan calmly lowered the sword in the roar.

I could see Martin, the probationary knight of the mansion, bowing to Dylan and stepping down.

“It’s… it’s sparring, isn’t it?”

“Heheh.”

“No, but why is Dylan doing that over there now?”

Apart from Ari’s words that it’s fun to watch, there was no way to know why such scenery was suddenly unfolding in the mansion’s hall.

“Someone saw it.”

Sir Davery, who was brought with me from the living room, answered instead.

“I heard a new article saw Dylan save Lady Grace from danger last night. It was an impressive scene, so I’m sure they were talking about Dylan’s skills……”

A falling frame nearly hit Ari’s head last night, and before anything happened, Dylan hit the frame in the air with a sword and blew it away.

Even in my eyes then Dylan’s movements were nimble, and the frame that was crumbling and flying off and stuck in the wall was colourful.

It was certainly impressive.

“There’s no way to check the skills other than sparring.”

“Is that true, Ari?”

“That’s right.”

Ari nodded. Sir Davery’s speculative explanation was all true.

Clank!

“Ah!”

At this time, someone gave a short exclamation.

The sword flew into the sky. It was Dylan’s second opponent’s weapon.

“……I lost.”

“Dylan, win!”

“There’s no rival for her.”

It was my appreciation to see the sparring even for a moment.

Then Ari shouted “Ahem” beside him. She looked pretty proud of her escort as they already became attached.

“Look at this. Ari, you wanted to show off, so you asked me to come and watch, right?”

“Is it obvious?”

“You’re the one who brought me here.”

“Hmm, hmm.”

“I don’t think their skill is rusty.”

Sir Davery said so and shrugged.

“In the first place, there are only opponents who can’t stand after her.”

“Oh, I see what you mean.”

Knights above the level of being praised for their ability in the mansion must be busy with their respective duties.

I’m sure they’re not free enough to deliberately fit in such extemporaneous and aimless sparring.

Except for one person.

“Does sir have the confidence to cope up with her?”

“Yes?”

“Here’s your third contestant.”

I raised my hand. As soon as the eyes were turned, Sir Davery’s back was pushed hard.

He took a few steps forward in a daze and looked back at me.

“My Lady?”

“Oh, Davery Sack!”

“Will Sir Davery come forward?”

“Then it’ll be a worthy battle…”

The crowd roared. Above all, Dylan glared with enthusiasm.

“Davery, this is going to be a long time since we’ve faced each other with a sword.”

“No, this…”

Sir Davery’s troubled eyes immediately found me.

“Why are you doing this, my lady?”

“Dylan, fighting!”

I gave Dylan my support, pretending I didn’t hear him.

‘Revenge.’

It’s a pity that I can only do this, but I should at least do this.

When I cheered for Dylan, not Sir Davery, I heard some people around me whispering, ‘Sir Davery must have done something wrong with the lady.’

It seems that Sir Davery has realized his guilt by the murmur of the tongue.

Soon with a prickly face, he headed to the stage as if he had given up.

Soon the two faced each other. I whisper to Ari.

“Will Dylon win?”

“Do you want Dylan to win?”

“I don’t really care whether she wins or loses, but I hope Sir Davery gets beaten up a little bit anyway.”

The two swordsmen clashed with each other.

The result is…

“Davery wins!”

“Wow!”

“…….”

I had a quivering look of discontent alone in the cheer.

“Cih.”

“Lady, aren’t you being too blatant?”

“Heuh.”

Sir Davery approached pretending to wipe his sweat with a towel handed to him. The reason is that I don’t think he sweated much.

As such, victory and defeat were quickly divided. In fact, he was reacting coldly, but he was still admiring.

Sir Davery and Dylan showed impressive competition.

It was Dylan who rushed in first, and Sir Davery maintained a defensive attitude by blocking or spilling Dylan’s fierce and swift attacks from the front all the time.

Then at one point, he pretended to avoid it and hit Dylan on the side of the sword, and at the moment her posture was disturbed.

But in that situation, instead of falling apart, Dylan was about to rotate right away and continue the attack, but Sir Davery, who had not missed, Clank— just before that, dug into her narrowly.

The sharp tip of the sword stopped in front of Dylan’s throat.

That’s how the battle ended.

‘It was great.’

Both were amazing. It surprised me a bit, to be honest. It was hard to follow with my eyes.

However, I did not show such admiration on my face. That’s it, and it’s a shame Sir Davery wasn’t beaten up.

I was hoping he’d get a little bit. Ah, lingering feelings.

Now it’s over, Dylan coming close to us.

“You’ve improved a lot.”

“It would be weird to just stay the way I was.”

“You’re snobbish, still the same.”

They’re on good terms anyway.

Then Dylan smiled as if she had thought of something.

“So, now that you’ve gotten better, do you feel your level is as same as the master’s collar?”

“Dylan…..!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“The Master?”

“Oh, is it The Duke now?”