'Why is he so stiff?

'

With a little exaggeration, it was inconvenient because the one that was the size of the forearm
was holding up the back of the right hip. Except for that, the chest and thighs were hot and firm,
so it wasn't bad.

'How old are you?'

The situation with her kicking her tongue wasn't all that good either. It was because of the
pheromone that Baron couldn't control and shed. If I said a word, I would come to my senses
and save it, but after a while, it leaked again, and my whole body was pickled in the heavy scent
of wood.

“Baron!”

Seira opened her mouth with a sense of crisis that even me would lose control.

“Did you fix Pommel already? You told me to fix it and charge for the repair.”

When I tried to speak without biting my tongue on a galloping horse, it was only mumbled, but
that level was not a problem among the master-class slayers who had superior hearing than
ordinary people.

“I gave it up… … It will take a while.”

"why?"

“He said we need to get Rementa first.”

The amount needed was not as small as the Pommel of the Greatsword, so it seemed that they
had a hard time finding them.

“Then why don’t you call the top of the hi-phone?”

The place that dealt the most with the magical substance Rementa was Franto, which had the
largest magic engineering research facility in the Empire. Since the Hyphone is at the top of
Franto's possession, he must have secured something.

“I have no intention of doing business with him.”

Baron answered bluntly, and added after a while.

“If you can, don’t do business with Hyphone. I don't know what's going on, but we'll buy it at a
higher price from the top."

“… … what. how did you know? I contacted him.”

Baron hastily made excuses for Seira's sharp question.

“I just ran into Aben in front of the upper building.”

"by chance?"

“Yeah, by chance.”
Baron detailed what happened behind the scenes, as if she felt she didn't believe her.

“So you mean, Aben sent you this way?”

“Is that so? Anyway, he told me that if I wanted to see you, I had to go to the Duke's Castle. So I
turned to the townhouse.”

It seems that Aben's words to consider Baron as a partner really were his sincerity. Seeing that I
told Baron something I didn't have to tell her and made it easy for me to meet her.

‘It’s strangely sad.’

No matter how far from the love between the opposite sex, the attitude of drawing a line too
neatly left something in my heart empty.

‘It’s a good thing under the current circumstances.’

Didn't you decide to get a new alpha to use as a shield? Even if it's not very likely, I'd be able to
talk to Baron at least.

‘Now is not the time to fall into useless sentiments.’

Suddenly, the high walls of Viseltium began to appear in the distance.

“It’s not like we’re all going to be caught… … .”

Baron said at her muttering.

“You ordered me to shut up. I don't think you'll have any problems."

“… … okay."

There were plenty of ways for Hagia Kalaad to corner her. Even if you don't use an unreasonable
number.

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

"wardrobe?"

"yes. clothes are wet It's because of you, so of course I'll buy you a pair, right?"

As she felt Baron's body stiffen, who understood the meaning, she thought deeply. No matter
what happens, I'll avoid riding a horse with this big Alpha in the future.

***

“I think this will suit you well.”

Se-ra looked at Baron with an absurd feeling as she approached the designer and handed her
the dress.
When I first entered the dressing room and picked out my underwear, I was motionless in the
corner as if I had brought an ice statue, and then I was doing that. What Seira needed right now
was not a luxurious dress, but a ready-made product that she could wear right away. However,
Baron was ready to sweep all the samples hung in the dressing room.

It seemed that Seira wasn't the only one who felt embarrassed by his behavior. The chief
designer as well as most of the staff at the dressing room were looking at Baron in amazement.

“This is the first time your Excellency has shown such interest in clothes. The person who went
to the mansion to take measurements, and then left to do it on his own.”

Whether the designer muttered with a disappointed expression or not, Baron was busy scanning
the surroundings with a sharp eye to see if there was anything else okay.

Seira, who had changed into clothes that had been repaired to be worn immediately, said as she
passed by Baron's side.

“I hope you don’t want to buy mine as much as I do.”

“What do you mean? Didn't I tell you to take responsibility for everything?"

“Responsibility, I mean… … Don't be weird."

Lowering her voice that was about to rise, Seira pulled up his sleeve.

The staff of the dressing room, which was closed today due to Jeff Gaju's visit, were only
watching this place. Of course, if you want to continue working at Biseltium, you won't be
teasing me, but Seira didn't want to be exposed to too much interest.

“Stop it and let’s go.”

When Baron hesitated with a face dripping with regrets, Seira decided to just leave him alone.
Now that you've reached the commercial district of the Yellow Capital, there's no need to
borrow Baron's horse to ride.

A small whisper could be heard in Seira's ear as she left her wrist and headed for the exit.

“You may go. I wrote down the dimensions, so I can make additional dresses without having to
visit together in the future.”

"Right. Then send me the catalog along with the purchases today.”

“Yes, sir.”

Even if I whispered it, I could hear it very well in Seira's ears.

'A thing that doesn't have to wear a dress or anything like that.'

He would know very well what kind of clothes she usually wears, but he doesn't know why.
Baron quickly caught up with her as she sighed and went out.

“What else do you need?”

Seira, who glanced at him like that, asked.

“Are there any perfumes you use for sex?”

"What?!"

The street's attention was drawn at once to the almost shouting remark. Saira said to him with a
smile on her face.

“Today, our commander-in-chief is acting like an idiot? Why can't you sleep?"

Baron, who looked at her like an idiot who cursed with a soft voice, raised his hand and touched
her eyes.

"I… … You must be mistaken, now? That's not what your intention is. Yes, it can't be.”

Seira asked once again, looking at him with her arms crossed, who was gibberish alone.

“So, are you saying that there is or that there is not?”

The bright yellow eyes with the shadows of his hands turned towards her. He looked down at
her with one ferocious gaze until he closed his eyes tightly and opened it and answered.

“Wait here for a moment.”

He left her and strode into a nearby mall. All the shops in this alley, including Haute Couture,
one of the top three in Biseltium, belonged to the Jeff family. If Baron wanted it, they would
immediately bring it to their master and give it to their master, whatever it was best.

Not surprisingly, Baron returned with a paper bag in less than five minutes. And at about the
same time, the Jeff family's carriage, which he had called beforehand, also arrived.

“Taji.”

Baron, who opened the door himself, let her in first and then climbed into the wagon. Seira,
who was sitting opposite him, suddenly remembered a day in the past.

“… … It’s been seven years.”

He carefully put down the paper bag and nodded.

“I see that.”

He seemed to understand her absurd words.

Seven years ago, on the day Baron escorted her instead of Calad, the two were sitting opposite
each other in the carriage. I pretended not to know him back then, who doesn't take his eyes off
me like I do now.

She asked, staring straight at him.

“Did you still want to sleep with me back then?”

“… … !”
There was once again a crack in his expression, which had been pretending to be calm.

“… … Sarah.”

With only a single word in his repressed voice, the neck of his neck moved greatly.

“Yeah, tell me.”

Baron let out a long sigh, looking at her with a firm expression on her face, who didn't seem to
be able to just pass by.

“Thinking like that… … Did not do it. Your Majesty's pheromone was thickly left behind, and you
didn't know what it meant."

It was a new fact, but Seira wasn't too surprised. It would have been the case if it was a
possessive Kalad. Everything that had to do with her before the banquet, noting, and feeding
her blood was all intentional.

“It’s just that I made a promise to myself before my father died… … .”

Seira's eyes widened at the unexpected words.

"yes? What promise?”

“I promise to be with you.”

"What?"

Seira's eyebrows went up in a flash.

“Have I never heard of such a thing?”

“I will. He always complained that it was not easy to convince Askan-gong.”

A nostalgic feeling flashed across Baron's face as he remembered his father.

“Actually, I was joking. At that time, you were already appointed as the Crown Prince, but for
the first and last time, you had a gang against your father.”

Seira stared at Baron softly.

It was no surprise that his first love, who followed him every time he met, was her.

However, it was strange to see how his situation would have gone after his father's death. While
she was being guarded in the Imperial Palace, he must have learned to bear the mighty family.
Baron must have been a young boy who used to talk to his father at the time.

“I thought it was over… … I thought after you returned to Askan. I will try to create an
opportunity.”

"therefore. Do you think it is possible?”

He held out his hand to Seira, who tilted her head at an angle and smiled softly.

“… … ?”
Not understanding what she meant, she raised her fingertips slightly, and stretched out her
arms as if he was waiting. His fingertips passed through the palms, wrists, and elbows, brushing
her armpits. Then he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him tight.

A soft whisper permeated her ear, who suddenly sat down on his lap.

“If you don’t like it, hit it. with all my might.”

Immediately after, the lips overlapped.