"I’m happy to see you shedding tears of gratitude."

"Iola’s positive mindset... Sometimes it feels too heavy for me. If it were someone else, they would have wailed."

She doesn’t forget to boast about how she endured because it was herself.

After kissing the back of her hand once more, Iola stood up, and the door suddenly creaked open.

Without knocking, Ranken entered and tilted his head when he saw Viretta.

"Why are you crying?"

Ranken, who knew Viretta well, didn’t immediately scold Iola. He only seemed curious as he glanced between Viretta and Iola.

The difference in the amount of time they had spent together became apparent in moments like this. Iola stepped back awkwardly and looked at Ranken.

"Ranken, what brings you here? It must feel awkward to visit a lady’s room at this hour."

"A proper lady wouldn’t hunt dragons. Viretta’s room... well, what’s the matter? It’s fine."

"You’re neglectful."

"Not so much as that, but without a sword, sometimes Viretta wins."

When a more realistic reason, rather than friendship or safety, is presented, Iola couldn’t bring himself to argue any further.@@novelbin@@

If Viretta often had the upper hand…

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