Viretta often mentions others' names repeatedly during conversations. Even a simple statement is affected when a name is called, and her heart wavers.

Having heard the name twice, Iola sighed as he ate his crepe.

The crepe, with thin dough topped with fruit and cream, melted in his mouth.

"It seems like you couldn't stand it, thinking I was looking down on Viretta. You’ve made a fool of yourself in front of someone you know."@@novelbin@@

"You don’t have to do that anymore. The misunderstanding of the public is a natural fate for those in the spotlight. You, Iola, aren’t bothered by your bad reputation, are you?"

"I’m not saying anything untrue."

"My side has it worse. It’s such an unbelievable story."

Iola closed his eyes at the gentle reprimand.

"I see. Perhaps it wasn’t the result itself, but a disbelief in the intent that was hard for you to overlook. It was an emotional reaction."

"It’s admirable that you’re so self-reflective, Iola. But truly, you must endure at least this much."

If not, she’d have to fight the entire capital.

Those who look down on Viretta are as numerous as the weeds on the back mountains.

If they were to confront each one individually, Iola would be treated like a madman or a tyrant.

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