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Bianca was lost in thought, but belatedly came to her senses. Bianca and Sauveur's eyes met.
Sauveur's eyes met Bianca without wavering.
There must be a reason why he, a subordinate, dared to tell a story that would be offensive to her heart.
Why the hell did Sauveur say that?
However, unable to ask, Bianca's lips remained closed.
At Bianca's silence, Sauveur chuckled.
A lot has really changed. At this time last year, Sauveur himself would never have dreamed that he would be able to tell Bianca such a cheeky story. Not because of her topic of conversation, but because of having a conversation with her in the first place.
It was not because he was afraid of the young lady's atrocities. But because she thought she didn't make sense.
The prejudice that Bianca won't be able to communicate, the misconception that Zachary only feels responsibility for Bianca...
"I like the lady. That's why I regret saying that to the Earl in the past. If he had known that the lady was such a person, he would never have said anything about a mistress... That doesn't mean that she is asking for her forgiveness. If the lady wants to punish me, she can.
Sauveur knew that Bianca would not like his words.
How can I welcome a subordinate who openly requested his husband to get a mistress?
Knowing that the relationship that had been good until now could be ruined, she dared to bring it up out of unspeakable guilt and concern that Bianca might have misunderstood Zachary.
On the surface, Bianca and Zachary seemed to be a good couple, exchanging roses and scarves at the tournament. But in reality, they were a couple who hadn't even consummated their marriage, and who could break up at any time if they wanted to. However, the marriage was maintained because the political unity of the two families was necessary.
Regardless of politics, Sauveur was well aware of the precariousness of such a relationship.
Also, Bianca openly requested a successor and Zachary refused, saying that Bianca was young. He thought that she might change her mind when she got to the capital, but looking closely, she seemed a long way from happening.
They always floated some distance away.
Meanwhile, many men approached Bianca. For example, the second Prince Jacob.
It was lucky that Bianca had no interest in Jacob, but that didn't guarantee that she wouldn't fall in love with another man. At that moment, it was clear how precarious this marriage would be.
If Bianca fell in love with another man, Zachary would shudder without being able to say a word.
Zachary loved Bianca more than expected. If it was just a sense of responsibility, there was no reason for the Earl to blink to control Jacob or others.
But what's the point of blinking at other men. He has to reassure Bianca.
To the wife he loves, saying he's worried because he's too young… No wonder Bianca misunderstood that Zachary had a mistress.
But who could tell such a story? The silent Gaspard? Yvonne who argues that everything the lady says about her is correct? Zachary himself? It wasn't even necessary to consider Robert.
In the end, it was something that only Sauveur, himself, could do, even if cursed.
But the opportunity never came. She thought about when or how she should talk about it, and the day finally came.
Fortunately Yvonne was not present, just the two of them. Besides, they were in an open space and the time seemed right.
"But know that the count has no one but the lady." he really knows
worried about his wife...
-…I also.
Bianca's words overlapped with Sauveur's. Blanche took a deep breath. It was hard to even utter a single word.
-I know.
You know he is a straight man. That he will care for her now, and in the future, with a unique sense of responsibility. Even if Bianca doesn't fulfill her duties, he won't force her, and he will be the only one with duties and responsibilities….
Bianca does not believe in the love of a man. But she could trust Zachary's sense of responsibility. That was the result of what Zachary had shown before he died.
Bianca's determined eyes never wavered, showing how strong her trust in Zachary was. Embarrassed by her straight gaze, Sauveur smiled and lowered his head.
“…I made a pointless meddling.
Sauveur murmured sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. It was funny how he talked about it without knowing. That is why one should not meddle in the relationships of others. Still, he has no regrets because if he had the opportunity again, he would have done the same.
Sauveur considered what he had said for a moment, then realized that he had not said anything very important.
She pondered for a moment whether she should say that the Count loves the lady, but kept her mouth shut because she thought it would be a pointless intrusion.
At that moment, a scream rang out again.
Finally, the climax of the tournament, the final match had begun.
Zachary and the Castilian knight entered the arena. When he faced Gasper before, he couldn't recognize him properly because they were the same size, but the size of the Knight of Castile was really huge. Bianca's heart raced terribly.
The great skill of the Knight of Castile could be seen in the match against Gaspard.
No matter how capable Zachary was, he could be dangerous.
She had seen several people leaving the tournament injured, so Bianca was terrified that Zachary might get injured.
It was pure concern, not a fear of what would happen to her if Zachary died.
The moment until the flag lowered felt as long as an eternity. Bianca unconsciously clutched her skirt tightly. Her skirt was drenched in cold sweat.
Bianca held her breath. She was so nervous that she couldn't even breathe, her eyes widened and she saw them collide.
Boom, boom, boom. As they got closer, Bianca's heartbeat grew louder, like a drum.
Fragments of wood flew through the air with a roar. People rose to their feet like waves and cheered. A deafening scream rang throughout the stadium. She was confused as to what the situation was. Bianca's gaze, unable to analyze the situation objectively, turned to the back of Zachary, who rode to the other end.
Robert ran hurriedly waiting for Zachary.
Fortunately, Zachary did not appear to have been injured. Bianca let out a small sigh of relief. Beside her, Sauveur applauded and cheered. It was then that Bianca realized that Zachary had won.
“As expected, the Earl won. I can defeat that knight from Castile in a single battle…. Unlike the appearance of him, he was a cunning opponent, so he moved the shield out of range of the spearhead, but in that short time, the Earl changed the trajectory of the spearhead to aim at the shield with precision
-Really…
Bianca shook her head as if exhausted. And she said, as she brushed at her wrinkled skirt.
"I hope he never participates in a tournament again." I feel like my nerve cords are on fire.
“The Count will always win anyway.
“It's something you can't know for sure.
Bianca's lips pursed slightly. She spoke more than usual, as if she was trying to hide her emotions as she pouted. Her heart was still pounding. Sauveur's lips twitched as if he were fighting to contain his laughter.
“The final winner of the tournament is Count Arno!!
The cheers of the people continued. The King of Sevran rose from his seat and saluted the victor. Although it was the expected result, it seemed that everyone was happy. Zachary approached the stand where the king was standing, and the king's messenger, who had received the king's gold-trimmed wooden box, stopped in front of him.
“The victor's prize is the golden rose that symbolizes Sevran. Winner, Count Arno, take off your helmet, get off your horse and receive your prize.
Zachary got off his horse and removed his helmet. The sun shone brightly on his disheveled silver hair. Despite the victory, there was no emotion on his face and his expression was as cold as winter in the north.
Wearing a helmet on his left flank, Zachary knelt in front of the messenger as if facing the king, covered his heart with his right hand, and said in a low voice.
—May the eternal sun dwell in the bright rose of Sevran.
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