"Who are you trying to be fair with?"

Viretta’s sigh could be heard near his ear. However, just hearing her sigh was reassuring because it was Viretta’s.

"You should give others who are in love with you a chance as well."

"Who else likes me... well, there are many. I could fill the square with suitors."

This wasn’t an exaggeration. Viretta was the daughter of the Medlit family, possessing wealth and power.

There were plenty of suitors who would bring flowers to ask for her hand in marriage, but none were as remarkable as Iola.

Thinking that there was no man like Iola, the hand that had been tending to his wounds tightened.

Viretta roughly pressed a gauze soaked in alcohol to Iola’s wound.

It stung a little, causing Iola’s eyes to flinch.

"Why don’t you challenge them with the thought that you must not be taken away?"

"Viretta, do you challenge them with that kind of mindset?"

"I do! Of course! If I want something, I’ll challenge it with all my might and make sure to get it."

"Did you succeed then?"@@novelbin@@

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