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If deciding to hunt a dragon in one day, deciding on a marriage in half a day should be just as simple.

Ranken, blocking Viretta’s path, lowered his head halfway.

The painful memories weighed on him, making his head grow heavy.

"When you were captured by the dragon, I thought you were going to die. I wasn’t in my right mind until I saw you again."

Viretta didn’t doubt Ranken’s words. Although she hadn’t seen him in a panic, she could imagine it well enough.

At the memorial service for the dragon’s victims, he had been planning to attack Dillon and the Dusk Mercenaries, which revealed just how out of his mind he had been.

"Save your life. If you die, who will I guard from now on? How will I make a living?"

"You’ve probably earned enough already from guarding me for all these years."

"Yeah, but that’s just enough to live comfortably in the city, doing petty guard work and living quietly with my younger siblings."

Compared to the painful tone, it sounded like a normal, content future.

"If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have gone on silly adventures, and there wouldn’t be any trouble. I’d earn less, but the quality of life would definitely improve."

Everything he said somehow sounded ideal and peaceful.

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