Chapter 34

Laritte groped her face mercilessly, as if determined to find out which part of her face was out of shape.

“My eyes? Nose? Mouth? Eyebrows? Which is it?”
“…..What?”

Only after he realized what she was trying to say did his blood become cold.

“Wait. Did anyone say that to you?”
“He……”
“Did he scold you like that?”
“Pardon?”

His voice grew louder with every question.

“Which human becomes ugly overnight? Did you believe that nonsense?”

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her towards him.

“Even if it does, it’s not fair to punish one for their appearance!”

Then, Laritte’s foot slipped off the railing causing her body to tilt in an instant. The wall was high enough to give her goosebumps.

“Ha….!”
“Lari-”

Ian hurried to grab her collar but it tore off. Unfortunately, it was not enough to catch a person.

Leaning forward, he gripped Laritte’s waist, which made them fall together.

Laritte almost stopped breathing.

Was he trying to hurt himself to save her? Then she would die of guilt.

But, it did not matter to Ian.

Today, in 621, the people of Iassa tended to easily think of the word ‘Swordmaster’. A lot of countrymen said they were cursed. They even put a scary tinnitus like a ‘homicide’ as a sign of being wary of and in awe of a Swordmaster, but they looked just like any normal person.

‘Wow……’

Pointing the front nose of his shoes, Ian twirled half-way in mid air along the wall, thus changing their positions. Now, what was approaching the ground was Ian’s back.

“Huff.”

He lightly landed on the ground with Laritte in his arms.

As if dancing a waltz, he stood up softly on the ground. Now, he was standing holding Laritte.

“Really….. Do you not trust your husband?”

She sighed in relief as she got out of his grip. Quickly, she bit on her lips.

“I know.”
“Are you talking nonsense again?”
“No! It’s not that.”

Taking off the jacket, she returned it to Ian.

She knew. It wasn’t her fault to be blamed for her face.

themselves like that, they would

Count. You know, if there’s a food chain in the human

that……it was her

the

it wasn’t her fault.

“Ian.”

taking a step forward.

“…..Yes.”

Ian replied softly.

“Yes, what

walking

is it, Laritte?”

the response

by

“No, it’s nothing.”

terribly hated

a memory to hold on to right after they were born. The memory

was no

heard, which she

her away from me!” “I know it’s hard, but you should at least give this little

how her mother had spat out the name

Goddess, born from a God and a lowly fairy resembling

now?” “Yes,

never been called affectionately

was someone to call

“Ian.”

She paused.

was following her as she had predicted.

“…..Laritte?”

calm

was what

as I thought, you seem to be sick.

only to find her warm

be normal…. How do you

maintain

but

she felt like she had

don’t feel

was at least someone

to tremble anymore when being called

changes were

***

on a table long enough

of rich

sure was engrossed in his work.”

dishes with a slightly tired

from beside Laritte.

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