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y tired of the future.’ Realizing this, Cecil remained silent.
But her silence did not last very long.
It was because there were still more surprises left.

“…Wha-what?”

At Damia’s next piece of news, Cecil made a choking noise.
She couldn’t bring herself to speak and barely asked back:

“Akkard Valerian came to your house……?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell? You said it was over!”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to think so.”

Damia responded gloomily.
The pensive side of her face was as pure as a flower.
After seeing this, Cecil clicked her tongue and thought inside:

‘Well, that kind of beauty would be rare even in the capital.’

No matter how narrow the northern part of the country is, Damia was one of the world’s most beautiful people.
Therefore, no matter how much of a player Akkard Valerian is, he can’t let go.

Cecil frowned at the situation as she had been worried: I’ve been begging you not to get involved with Akkard.
I mean, you didn’t even listen to me!

Seeing Cecil’s face clearly revealed her disapproval, Damia hurriedly clarified:

“But it’s really over now! I told him clearly when he came.”

“…Really?”

Dami grinned at Cecil’s disbelieving attitude.
Cecil could see Damia didn’t even consider the possibility that Akkard was serious.
When Cecil lowered her eyelashes, Dami gently persuaded her friend.

“Sir Akkard has a lot of pride, Cecil.
Once rejected, he won’t approach me again.”

“Is that so?”

“Think about it.
Lord Akkard is a man who has nothing to be desired in the first place.
Why would you be obsessed with a northern country bumpkin like me? Don’t you think so?”

“Well, I don’t think so.”

Cecil, who narrowed her eyes, replied in doubt.

By now, Dami was a little frustrated.
She was about to wrinkle her nose and ask what was wrong with her.

Cecil just pointed.

“Because it’s there.
Can you see? The opponent you play fire with.”