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A few days ago.

Kirael Quilton made a bet with his mother, Quesa Quilton.

“You promised, Mother.”

“Fine, if you bring the marriage pledge with Viola, I’ll give you everything of the Quilton family.”

After promising his mother, Kirael stood in front of the mirror. A handsome boy with red hair appeared.

There was one hot topic in the current social circle.

Who was more beautiful, Jeremy or Kirael?

It was a war among the noble young ladies.

He stretched out his long, white fingers and touched his lips in the mirror.

“Good-looking.”

He knew well that he was handsome. His eyes crescented. “The marriage pledge with Viola. I can do it.”

Among the Quilton family’s vision magic, there was a charm-related ability. Kirael called it ‘Fascination,’ which raised people’s liking and lowered their wariness regardless of appearance.

In theory, it was even possible to steal someone’s heart.

“Logically, Duke Heron wouldn’t have any reason to refuse.”

Isabella Quilton had vanished. It meant the connection to the Quilton family had been severed.

In this situation, the marriage between Viola and Kirael would surely benefit Bellatu as well.

…Or so he thought.

“This is my territory, punk.”

His breath hitched! It felt as if he had been hit hard by something blunt on the nape of his neck.

‘Dizzy…

He couldn’t tell what had hit him.

But one thing was certain. ‘There’s an assassin in the Winter Castle who is far superior to me.’ Kirael was only just fifteen.

There were many martial artists even stronger than him. However, there weren’t many assassins to the point where he couldn’t even sense their presence. ‘If they can completely neutralize my awareness…’

It meant they possessed at least three levels of superior skill. Kirael had the awareness to detect even his mother, Quesa Quilton, occasionally.

Zeno smiled slightly.

“I think I know this boy’s name.”

Medea asked, “Will you tell me your name too?”

“Kirael. Kirael Quilton. Heir of the Quilton family.”

“Why would the heir of the Quilton family be hiding in the Winter Castle?”

“Well, I wonder.”

Zeno’s gaze turned towards Viola. It was as if he was silently asking, “Surely, you know everything?”

‘I don’t know either!’

Kirael dropping from the ceiling startled his heart, which still hadn’t calmed down. He was so flustered that he couldn’t think rationally.

However, the acting skills he had honed for six years shone through today. “Does the reason really matter?”

“Well, I guess it doesn’t.”

Medea nodded as well. “An assassin who illegally broke into the Winter Castle.”

Sheilan grinned. “What should we do, Master? Should we kill him?”

Kirael Quilton felt a bit confused listening to the conversation. He hadn’t lost consciousness nor was he perfectly restrained. He pressed his temples and got up. “I came here with Duke Heron’s permission.”

“Then just say you didn’t know.”

Sheilan chuckled, brushing his bangs back with his right hand.

The right arm that had been severed last time had fully recovered.

“The important thing is that you secretly hid in my master’s room.”

“I told you I got permission from the duke.”

“Who asked you that?”

As Sheilan smiled and looked around, Medea and Hela quietly averted their gazes. Zeno answered lightly.

“There’s no one in the water, but it would still be problematic to kill him. The boy’s mother is Quesa Quilton, one of the absolute beings in this world.”

“Then would it inconvenience the master?”

“Probably.”

“In that case, we should let him live.”

Kirael frowned. “You’re having a casual conversation with the person in question right here.”

He looked towards Viola, without much emotional turmoil. “Young Noblewoman Viola, do you know why I came here?”

“What matters to me is that you unlawfully entered my room.”

What on earth was father thinking? ‘Why would he grant permission… Ah!’

He realized. ‘Because he knows that Medea and Hela are here. And also Zeno and Sheilan.’

That’s why he probably allowed it. Viola’s head started to throb.

In a situation where it was evident how they would respond, he allowed the ambush.

The meaning was clear.

“Simply put… it’s like saying “screw you.”

So why? Why did father want to mess with him like this? ‘Now I get it. Quesa Quilton’s daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law,’ the song kept playing in his head.

It seemed related to that.

So, it appeared father had pushed Kirael into a hellish pit? Viola said.

“Did you happen to bring the marriage pledge?”

“Has my mother contacted you?”

“Not at all.”

“Then how did you know?”

“Let the prince figure that out himself.”

Kirael Quilton wasn’t a key character in the story. However, he was described as a beautiful boy competing in looks with Jeremy. ‘That’s not wrong.’

He was very different from the refreshing impression of Jeremy. ‘There were even noble ladies who discussed for four hours who was more beautiful between Jeremy and Kirael.’

Kirael’s eyes turned to Viola. The ruby-red eyes expressed something beyond boyish charm.

His messy red hair.

Skin so pale it seemed it had never seen sunlight.

A languid atmosphere that evoked something decadent and dreamy.

Like a rose exuding a dangerous fragrance.

‘Beautiful.’ Kirael’s lips showed. Although he wasn’t wearing makeup, his lips were very red.

Viola’s gaze drifted down from his lips.

A sharp jawline was visible.

Below that, a white neck. ‘Oh, no.’

Suddenly, she came to her senses. “You know, trying to use some tricky technique like ‘Fascination’ on me would put you in quite a dangerous situation.”

“Fascination? What’s that?”

“Exactly. What is it, sister?”

Viola looked at Medea. Medea shrugged her shoulders.

“The prince should genuinely do everything he can for my sister.”

The way she looked at Viola and the way she looked at Kirael were vastly different. Kirael instinctively felt tense.

His palms dampened.

“It would be best not to forget that Viola’s sister is Medea.”

Zeno added, “The White Cold Wind can blow anywhere.”

Zeno’s gaze, turned away from Viola, was not gentle either. He was definitely smiling, but Kirael felt Zeno’s eyes were incredibly sharp. Perhaps even sharper than the White Cold Wind. Then Viola said.

“I have no intention of engaging in a marriage pledge with the prince. So please return to where you came from.”

“Why?”

“Why, you ask?”

“I’m handsome, aren’t I?”

“That’s not my type.”

“You’re implying that you care about taste at all, yet I’m good-looking.”

Viola almost said, ‘That’s true.’ If there wasn’t Ah-rin’s soul inside her, she might have agreed. Kirael’s beauty was breathtaking.

Fortunately, for Ah-rin, Kirael seemed too young.

“Young men are not my type.”

“Young men?”

“Things like that exist.”

“Lady Viola is quite strange.”

“Who would think it’s normal to sneak into a noble’s room at night to deliver a marriage pledge?”

Hela burst out laughing. “Definitely. There’s no one stranger than that idiot.”

“………”

Hela pushed her wheelchair and brushed past Kirael. As she passed him, she whispered softly.

“Be careful. Not only is Medea’s name in front of you.”

Kirael felt a bit confused. “I thought it was a proposal that would surely benefit me.”

“Well, it might be beneficial. But what can I do? It’s not my type.”

“If not me, then who else could possibly be your type?”

He spoke so shamelessly. However, his beauty was so outstanding that it was hard to nitpick at that shamelessness. ‘No matter how good-looking you are or how noble you are, still, you’re not the one.’

Viola certainly read that. ‘Among your traits is a psychopath.’

There was no way she could engage in a marriage with a psychopath. There were some detailed settings, but she didn’t remember them all. Just vaguely ‘sees people as tools’ or ‘can become endlessly cruel if necessary’ came to mind.

‘If I had known this would happen, I should have dug a bit deeper.’ He was not a major supporting character, so she hadn’t done much research. Other than the major settings, she didn’t remember the small details.

“My type, um, would be a bit like a dog.”

“……Huh?”

Viola started to say something she didn’t mean. ‘I can’t engage in a marriage pledge with a psychopath.’

“I like a man who waits for me quietly. A day feels like a thousand years.”

Viola squeezed her toes tightly. ‘Ugh, I can’t say that.’

Her toes inside the shoes quivered. Even though she had six years of training, she wasn’t quite used to talking like this yet.

However, on the outside, she still exuded the aura of the Iron-Blooded Princess. “Someone who will be loyal unconditionally to my words, trusts me no matter what actions I take, and if I were to jump into a fire, would jump right in after me. Someone who serves me like a master, is overjoyed to meet me and wags their tail in greeting. Someone who only has eyes for me. Even if they betray others, they would never betray me. That’s my type.”

“Good. This should look sufficiently crazy.” “………”

Kirael, who rarely showed emotions, had a change in his eyes. Viola understood as well.

“Yeah, yeah. This is me. Go far away with your marriage pledge as soon as possible.”

Kirael shrugged.

“…That’s quite an attractive preference, isn’t it?”

Saying that, Kirael glanced back. “But what about you?”

Someone was standing behind Kirael. Although he spoke casually, cold sweat was running down his back.

‘What the—who are they?’

The boy looked to be about the same age as him, with black hair and black eyes.