Chapter 113

“…Darcy.”

I greeted him in a surprised tone, clutching my cloak. I had thought he’d be busy, but here he was. I couldn’t believe he had managed to come at this hour.

Honestly, I was more relieved than anything. After spending time with people who could only be described as the bane of my existence, seeing Darcy’s face brought an immediate sense of calm.

It seemed the heavens agreed, as a gentle spring breeze began to blow. Darcy brushed his silver hair back and lowered his gaze.

“It’s your festival. Of course, I had to come.”

“That man….”

Darcy’s complete disregard for anyone but me only served to further infuriate Ryan.

Though I doubt Darcy fully intended this, it worked out perfectly.

‘I need to get some information from Ryan anyway.’

Ryan was still a prince, and gathering information from him was not an easy task.

But Darcy had a unique talent for rattling Ryan to his core. The bright red flush spreading across Ryan’s face said it all.

It would be best to ask him questions while he was off-balance.

I observed Ryan’s state, and then suddenly, he reached for his sword.

‘Is he really going to draw his sword at a festival?’@@novelbin@@

I knew he was unstable, but to act out in such a public place with so many people around? That was nothing short of reckless!

I was about to shout in alarm, but Darcy moved swiftly.

His quick, precise movements were flawless, free of any unnecessary motion.

Darcy’s gun was now aimed at Ryan.

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