‘Why is he so hard?’ Seira thought.

It might be a bit exaggerated, but it was inconvenient that something the size of her forearm
was pressing hard on her right hip. Except for that, his chest and thighs were warm and sturdy,
so it wasn’t that bad.

‘Is he a child that he couldn’t even control himself when I ride with him?’

Her tongue pressed on the insides of her cheek as the situation wasn’t getting any better.
Baron’s pheromones kept spilling. It would stop when she’d speak, but then start spilling again
after a while, and her entire body was drenched in his heavy scent of wood.

"Baron,” Seira opened her mouth as she sensed a crisis of losing control over herself.

“Have you fixed Pommel? I told you to have it fixed and charge for the repair,” Baron asked.

When he tried to speak without biting his own tongue on a galloping horse, Baron actually
mumbled. But such was not a problem among master-class slayers who had far better hearing
than ordinary people.

"I had Aven take care of it,” Seira replied, “However, it may take quite some time."

"Why?"

"We needed to get Rementa first."

The money needed was nothing small, since it was Pommel of the Greatsword, so it was
expected to take longer to amass.

“Then why don’t you call the top of Haipon?”

Franto had the largest magic engineering research facility in the entire empire. They deal with
the most magical substances such as Rementa. Since Haipon was owned by Franto, he must
have secured some Rementas for himself.

"I have no intention of doing business with you," Seira merely said.

Barron, who answered curtly, added a moment later, "If you must, then don't do business with
Haipon. I don't know what's going on, but we'll buy it at a higher price."

"……what? How did you know? That I contacted you.”

When asked about Seira's sharp day, Baron hurriedly made an excuse.

"I just ran into Aven in front of the upper building."

"By chance?"

"Yes, by chance."

Perhaps she didn't seem to believe it, Baron detailed the situation before and after.

"You mean, Aven sent you this way?”

"Is that so? He told me that I could go to the duke if I wanted to see you anyway. So I was going
to the town house, but I turned around.”

Aven's words about considering Barron as a partner must have really been his sincerity. Given
that you told Baron that you didn't have to tell him to meet her easily.

"Strangely, I'm upset."’

No matter how far from affection between the opposite sex, the attitude of drawing the line too
neatly made me feel empty somewhere in my mind.

"It's a good thing at the moment."

Didn't you decide to get a new alpha to use as a shield? Even if there is not much possibility, you
can talk to Barron.

"This is not the time to indulge in useless sentiments."

Before I knew it, the high wall of Visseltium began to be seen far away.

"You're not going to be taken out of the blue...….”

Barron said at her murmur.

"He ordered me to keep my mouth shut up. I don't think you'll take issue with it."

"……yes."

There were plenty of ways for Calard to get her into a corner. Even if you don't try too hard.

"Oh, Baron, I need to stop by the dressing room first.”

"Outfit room?"

"Yes, my clothes are wet. Since it's because of you, you'll definitely buy me a suit, right?”

Feeling Baron's body stiffening after understanding what she meant, she mused. No matter
what happens, I should avoid riding a horse with this big Alpha.

***

"I think this would look good on you, too."

She sneaked up to the designer and looked at Barron, who handed her dress, with an absurd
feeling.

When he first came into the dressing room and chose underwear, he didn't move in the corner
as if he had brought an ice sculpture, and he was doing that before he knew it. What Seira
needed now was a ready-made dress that she could wear right away, not a luxurious dress. But
Baron was on the verge of sweeping up all the samples in the dressing room.
Seira was not the only one to be embarrassed by his behavior. Most of the dress room staff, as
well as the chief designer, were looking at Baron with surprised eyes.

"I've never seen you so interested in clothes before. The one who went out to measure the size
of the house and told me to do it on my own."

Regardless of whether the designer mumbles with a despondent look, Baron was busy looking
around with sharp eyes to see if anything was okay.

Seira, who came out after changing into clothes that were repaired for immediate wear, said as
she passed by Baron.

"I don't believe you're going to buy as much as I do."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you tell me to take responsibility for everything?"

"Responsibility, what do you mean...… Don't make me sound weird."

Lowering her voice to rise, Seira tugged at his sleeve.

Closet staff, who were closed today due to a visit from Jef Gaju, were only watching this place.
Of course, if you want to continue working at the Visseltium, you won't make a fuss, but Seira
didn't want to be exposed to too much attention.

"Let's stop and go."

As Baron hesitated with a lingering look, Seira decided to just abandon him. Now that we have
entered the commercial district of Hwangdo Island, there is no need to borrow Baron's horse.

There was a small whisper in Seira's ear as she threw her wrist away and headed to the exit.

"You can go. I wrote down the size, so you can make any additional dresses if you don't have to
visit with me from now on.”

"I see. Then I'll send you the catalog along with what I bought today."

"Yes, sir."

Seira could hear very well, if you whisper.

"I don't even have to wear a dress."’

He must know what kind of clothes she usually wears, but he didn't know why she did that.
Barron caught up with her as she went outside with a sigh.

"What else do you need?"

Seira, who glanced at him, asked.

"Is there any scent you use for sex?"

"What?"
The attention of the street was drawn at once to the almost shouting counter-examination.
Seira said to him with a smile.

"Our Commander-in-Chief is being a little silly today "Is it because you couldn't sleep?"

Baron, who looked at her swearing like a fool in a soft voice, raised his hand and touched her
eyes.

"I'm... ...misunderstanding, aren't I? I don't think that's your intention. Yeah, that can't be true."

Seira asked again as she looked at him with her arms crossed, who was gibberish.

"So, do you mean yes or no?”

Her bright yellow eyes cast in the shade of her hand were directed at her. Looking down at her
with a fierce look, he closed his eyes tightly, opened them, and answered.

"Wait here for a minute."

He strode into the next storehouse, leaving her behind. All of these alleys, including the Haute
Couture, one of the top three in the Viceltium, were owned by the Izef family. If Baron wanted
it, he would immediately save whatever was best for his master.

Sure enough, Baron returned with a paper bag in less than five minutes. And almost at the same
time, he arrived at the Jev family's carriage, which he had called beforehand.

"Ta-Ji."

Baron, who opened the door himself, let her in first, followed by the carriage. Seira, who sat
opposite him, suddenly recalled one day in the past.

"……It's been seven years."

He nodded as he carefully put down the paper bag.

"That's true."

She seemed to understand her out of the blue.

Seven years ago, on the same day that Baron escorted her instead of Calad, the two sat face to
face in a carriage. He didn't take his eyes off me as he is now, so I pretended I didn't know him.

She asked, looking straight at him.

"Did you want to sleep with me then?”

“……!”

His expression, which was pretending to be calm, once again cracked.

"………Seira."

His voice, which barely uttered a word in a suppressed voice, moved greatly.

"Yes, tell me."

Baron, who looked at her with a firm look on his face, who seemed unlikely to let her go, sighed
for a long time.

"That's the idea...… I didn't. Your Majesty's pheromone was left thick, and you didn't know what
it meant.”

It was a new revelation, but Seira was not surprised. A possessive Calad would have done the
same. It must have been intended that she had a relationship with her before the banquet,
notching and feeding her blood.

"I just made a promise to myself before my father died...….”

Seira's eyes were wide open at the unexpected words.

"Huh? What promise?"

"I'll make sure to be with you."

"What?"

Seira's eyebrows jerked up.

"I've never heard of that"

"I think so. He complained every time that it wasn't easy to persuade the Ascan ball."

Longing feelings crossed Baron's face, recalling his father.

"The truth was that I forced myself to do it. Even then, you were already designated as a crown
prince, and you were the first and last to be blamed on your father."

Seira stared at Baron.

It was not surprising that she was his first love who followed him every time he met.

However, I felt strange because I vaguely imagined how his situation would have gone after his
fathers died. While she was protected at the palace, he would have learned to carry the great
family. Baron, too, would have been a little boy who was a bully to his father at the time.

"I thought it was over...… I thought after you went back to Ascan. I'll try to create an
opportunity."

"So. do you think it's possible?”

He held out his hand to Seira, who tilted his head and smiled faintly.

“……?”

Not understanding what it meant, she slightly overlapped her fingertips, and he stretched out
his arms as if he had waited. His fingertips, past his palms, wrists, and elbows, brushed against
her armpits. It was not long before he wrapped himself around his waist and pulled it strongly.

A low whisper seeped into her ear, which had slipped into his lap.
"If you don't like it, hit me. With all your might."

Soon after, the lips overlapped.