After mobilizing every gesture and foot movement in the Sword Duke’s persuasion, I was finally able to clear up the misunderstanding.
Only then did my hand wipe away the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. With a sigh of “Hoo,” I whispered in a voice filled with trust.
“……I believed in you, elder.”
The Sword Duke flushed with anger and clenched a small fist, but he couldn’t bring himself to spit out any curses.
He merely trembled all over.
Even the Sword Duke of the world couldn’t confess such a thing when his two grandnieces were watching. How could he admit it now that he had become the body of such a small girl?
However, perhaps because we had been whispering just between the two of us too much.
Before I knew it, the atmosphere in the hospital room had become subtle. Especially Cien’s complexion kept triggering my instincts.
A faint smile curved her lips, but her eyes weren’t smiling at all.
It was a face I had seen countless times before. One must not carelessly provoke a woman wearing such an expression.
For example, like Seria.
Or like the Saintess.
As nightmares flashed through my mind, I cleared my throat with a “Hem hem” and adjusted my voice. It was to somehow disperse the attention that had gathered on me and the Sword Duke.
“Your Highness Iris, please forgive my rudeness for not greeting you first……