PAID

After breakfast, Leon made his way to the front courtyard of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, where he saw Rosvisser in a quiet discussion with Anna, seemingly going over instructions.

With his hands casually in his pockets, Leon strolled over, casting a quick glance at the head maid before giving Rosvisser a cheerful greeting.

“Good morning, dear wife!”

The word "wife" was spoken with such gusto that it sounded like he was making a solemn pledge.

Rosvisser rolled her eyes at him.

She knew why this scoundrel was so enthusiastic—in front of Anna, they needed to put on an act as a loving couple.@@novelbin@@

If she teased Leon about it later, saying he must secretly wish she were his real wife, Leon would inevitably retort, “Anna was right there; we needed to make it look convincing, didn’t we?”

“Acting” was a convenient excuse—for both of them.

“Good morning, dear husband,” she replied, half-irritated but unable to deny the strange satisfaction that came with calling him that.

Anna, meanwhile, stifled a chuckle before resuming a serious demeanor and saying earnestly, “Your Majesty, I’ll carry out the tasks you assigned to me to the best of my ability. Please don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Anna. We’ll be back tomorrow night.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”