Saffron looked down at Viretta, who was slumped over, her shoulders drooping. It made him uneasy to see her, usually so cheerful, looking so defeated.@@novelbin@@

“You can just go ahead and do it… but, I guess that’s not the answer, is it?”

If she could just go back and have the wedding, it would have been over by now.

But that was something Saffron couldn’t fully understand. He slightly twisted his bangs.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe I’m too narrow-minded. But Iola... he likes you, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he does.”

“If you said you wanted to marry someone else, I bet he would try to kill that man.”

“You’re making a wrong assumption. Iola is a reasonable person.”

“That’s exactly why he might do it. Obsessed men are a classic, aren’t they?”

It was half a joke, but still, part of Saffron couldn’t help but think, “If it were Iola—”

Iola seemed composed and reasonable on the outside, but inside he had a passionate nature.

If Viretta wanted him to, Iola would certainly wield his sword.

Perhaps Viretta thought the same, for she fell into deep thought for a moment. But she soon shook her head.

“Iola knows I’m not the type to like that. I’m not interested in men who disregard my will. Everyone has their preferences, don’t they?”

“Is it just about preferences?”

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