Chapter 43

Couples’ Quarrel (2)

The air in the dungeon was as cold as ice.

Tristan, sitting on an icy stone floor, asked nervously, “It’s been 3 days. You came really early.”

He had his entire arm immobile as his shoulder was broken into pieces. His eyes twitched as he endured the pain.

“What’s wrong with that? What’s your problem? At least I came all the way here. Anyone who sees this sight might think I’m the one who’s guilty. Should we change seats?” Dandelion shuddered.

Tristan was a proud person, but this time he overcame the urge to grab and hit Dandelion. He only sighed and turned his head and smashed his forehead against the wall. “Dandelion. You have only one advantage.”

“What? That’s so random. What is it?”

“Lily didn’t share your personality.”

If Lily’s personality had been like Dandelion, it would have been hard for him to like her.

Tristan liked women who were shallow and thin, but those women were everywhere. Any man would also fall in love with such a noblewoman.

But for the first time, he saw a woman who exuded the atmosphere of pure innocence.

Lily might be eliminated in the physical aspect, but he didn’t mind it since her nature was immaculate.

Dandelion didn’t hesitate and opened his mouth again. “So what should I do if you’re thankful? You’re just a brothel owner who fishes for crap everyday.”

” …You are in a bit of a condition today. Dandelion.”

Dandelion snorted. The eyes staring at Tristan were disgusted. “Who was the person who didn’t know the status of my sister and tried to hit her? I know you’re trash, but you actually dared to hit a woman? I’m telling Brother Crocus. Reflect on yourself.

“What a crazy, argh…” Tristan, who was about to get up, fell down again due to his shoulder. He wrapped his left shoulder with his right hand, leaned forward and took a few deep breaths.

Dandelion grumbled for a long time, “I know that my older sister can be slightly frustrating and annoying to deal with, but did you have to get physical? Also, it was my mother who died because of her, not yours. It makes more sense for me to get physical.”

After a while, when he got up, his expression was a spectacle. “How could I put my hand on Lily? I’m sure your father would tear me to death.”

“I don’t believe you. Whenever you open your mouth, you’re lying.”

Tristan wanted to scream at how outrageous he was. “Ask Lily directly!”

“My weak-minded sister telling me? If she did, the lord might be on a tour with your head at the gate. You don’t know how scary these people are.” Dandelion remembered something and moistened his dry lips.

Tristan finally realized what it felt like to be truly frustrated. He sighed and shut his eyes. His chest ached as he inhaled deeply. “It never happened. I swear on my property, Dandelion.”

Dandelion seemed to understand at that moment. “Oh, I see. Then why the hell are you here?” His anger softened. “Is it because you went into the maid’s quarters and tried to get women to be prostitutes?”

Tristan groaned like a man with a knife in his throat, and looked at Dandelion’s back. He looked at an angle to see if anyone was eavesdropping as an anxious reflex.

When they stopped talking, the surroundings were silent.

Tristan was relieved, thinking there was no one near the prison. His eyes turned cold. “Don’t say those words anywhere. In this land where your ears are a blessing, you’re taking advantage of your mouth.”

“Why? It was your fault, not mine. I was just going to play with the maids.”

“There’s something called an accomplice in this world, Dandelion.”

“I know. But if I report it quickly before other people know, I’m not an accomplice, I’m a whistleblower, right?”

“…”

Tristan clenched his teeth.

Dandelion was stupid. It was something that even Dandelion himself recognized.

He was not at the level where he could think of such a cunning way to get out of a problem. The only way he learnt those was while he was hanging with him.

Tristan covered his eyes with one hand. “Did you… tell Lily?”

“Do you think I’m crazy? If this gets to my father’s ears, I’ll get beaten like a dog.”

In her last marriage, Lily was known to be more than a cheeky commoner who simply bribed people to get the position of a mistress.

She was a woman as vicious as her father who seduced and sold innocent maids for her family’s wealth.

Of course, it was Tristan who contributed the most to that image.

“Anyway, stop talking about this. I’m glad no one’s here. The Duke of Winter here is a real devil. Don’t make my neck dangle because of your nonsense. Dandelion.”

Someone who was listening to the conversation at the entrance of the hallway got up from leaning against the wall.

He turned around and left the dungeon.