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“Oh, wait. Do you really not remember?”
Irene tilted her head and quickly blinked her eyes in a cute way. Ian’s fingers twitched.
Irene often did this when she lied: she would blink.
‘You’re making something up.’
What kind of plan does she have this time?
Ian swallowed his astonishment behind his blank face and turned to face Irene.
“Tomorrow is the 170th day since we met.”
Ian rummaged through his memories. She wasn’t lying. Tomorrow was indeed exactly 170 days since Irene fell into his bedroom.
“Hadn’t it been 170 days? But, by the way, what does it mean?”
“Oh, don’t be so blasé. We’ve been together for exactly 170 days.”
Ian’s reaction was the same this time.
What’s the problem with that?
Except for wedding anniversaries and each person’s birthday, there were no anniversaries between couples in the Rehart Empire.
Irene smiled and said this to Ian, who was not responding while organising his thoughts.
“Since it’s our anniversary, we must pay for the name. Let’s go celebrate, both of us.”
“You mean 170 days?”
“Of course. 17 is a number that has symbolised good luck since ancient times, right? It’s a special date, so of course we should celebrate it.”
Ian found Irene’s claim absurd because he had never experienced the culture of celebrating an anniversary based on the date they met.
However, seeing Irene tilting her head as if Ian were strange, he felt that somehow she was right.
What. This isn’t even a difficult request. Ian, who was curious about how far Irene had gone, nodded his head.
“Huh. Yes. What do you want to do?”
Irene’s eyes got bigger when he answered so calmly.
She thought the 170th day would be too much, but it was shockingly simple.
But will he be able to accept the next offer safely?
The attendants exchanged quick glances as Irene looked up at Ian with defiant eyes.
‘Have you heard? Did you hear?’
‘It’s the 170th day since we met, so we should commemorate it. It’s such a cute idea.’
‘But what is the standard of commemoration? Have you ever celebrated all the unusual numbers? 50 days, 100 days, something like that?’
‘I’m not sure. They most likely did. How. That meeting was really special for you two!’
The attendants swiftly shared their thoughts with a glance, and when Irene opened her mouth, they quickly listened to her again like veteran maids.
“Actually, there are things I want to do.”
“Good. What is it?”
“Because it’s a special day, I’d like to do something special……”
Irene narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled strangely.
The attendants who had stolen the glimpse exchanged more looks.
‘Anyway, isn’t the saintess very beautiful today?’
‘I know. She’s always beautiful, but today she looks different.’
‘Did she really look that mature?’
Irene looked different in her indigo evening gown than she did when she wore white. She wondered if the saintess, who seemed so pure, had a side like that.
Ian asked in a voice that was strangely firm. Irene smiled and gave a small nod.
“Yes. Do you know? It just so happens that a festival for couples begins tomorrow…… at the tower of magic.”
‘A tower of magic?’
‘The tower of magic!’
When they heard that word, the attendants’ eyes got bigger.
The cathedral and the Magic Tower didn’t hate each other, but they also didn’t get along very well.
The saintess and the Commander of the Holy Knights went to the Magic Tower to remember their first meeting. It felt a little different.
‘But, if it’s that festival, it’s acceptable.’
<All Loved Ones are Innocent>.
That once grandiose festival was the most popular among the festivals held by the Master of The Magic Tower.
On that day, at the Magic Tower, everyone could see all sorts of events and merchandise for lovers. There were so many couples in the empire who waited for that day all year long.
The attendants exchanged nods and glances. Every single one of their eyes was filled with envy.
On the other hand, Ian’s face went completely expressionless in a split second.
“At The Magic Tower?”
“Yes. Do you remember? You promised me before. If I am curious about the Magic Tower, Sir Ian will show you around.”
Ian gave a chuckle in a low voice.
Yeah. It wasn’t that he didn’t remember that.
On the day he had just met Irene, she sneaked out to go to the magic tower. At that time, Irene must have repeated exactly what he had said.
She brought it up again.
Ian tilted his head at an angle and stared down at Irene.
“You seem oddly interested in the Magic Tower. Madam.”
“Haha, no way. Rather than being interested in the Magic Tower, I was curious about the ‘All Loved Ones are Innocent’ festival.”
“……What kind of festival is this?’
“Dear, people, we are all innocent!”
Ian slowly and carefully opened his eyes. His eyes gave off the impression that there really was a festival that lasted for such a long time and had an unusual name.
Irene continued chatting while ignoring his stare.
“I heard about last year’s festival from Annette, and she said that it was a lot of fun. I’ve heard that there are just as many things for lovers to enjoy and see as there are stars. Especially for ardent lovers like ourselves.”
Irene smiled softly and said.
Irene, who at first glance appears to be bold, actually was not.
‘Please let it slide. Please’
Irene found out about the festival while she was thinking about how to get to the tower.
It just so happens that Ian made a promise before Irene decided to throw a gamble that she decided to take a chance on. In accordance with her scheme, she would be able to meet Rizelo if she had been successful in entering the tower in some way.
“All Loved Ones are Innocent, ha.”
Ian raised one corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.
“It seems that my wife is starting to get tired of the honeymoon.”
He cast a sidelong glance at the grin, which was enough to send shivers down her spine just by looking at it.
Is it turned down as well?
“It’s because of Ian.”
Irene’s eyes sprung open in an unexpected way.
She seemed resentful, but Ian was taken aback by her charming glance.
“Because Sir Ian is so busy these days, you don’t even spend time with me……”
“Of course, I know you are very busy, but I still feel a little distant from Sir Ian…… so.”
Irene dropped her head dejectedly. The attendants let forth a melancholy sigh.
Ian, who knew that all of that was acting, looked at Irene with dismay.
‘What kind of plan is this? This time.’
More than any other human, Ian couldn’t figure out what the woman in front of him was thinking.
She looks both complicated and simple, and if you think she is as simple as this, she will stab you right in the back.
Even at this moment, the calculations must be whirring aroundy inside of that pink hair.
Ian slowly tapped the table with his index finger.
It’s a magic tower. There wasn’t a good reason not to, but it wasn’t a good idea either. Even more so now, when warlocks are rampant like these days.
More than anything, He was concerned about the reason Irene wanted to go to the Magic Tower.
It was the moment Ian opened his lips to say ‘no’.
“Are you sure we can’t go? Honey.”
Irene stared up at him, her eyes wide open.
Irene pulled the chair closer to him while whispering softly.
Golden eyes that seemed to have been coated with honey were right in front of him. Her eyes, which were strangely moist, glistened like glass beads.
Ian felt like a weak current was running through his chest for a moment.
He looked down at my chest. With a strange gaze, as if looking at the most unfamiliar thing in the world.
I think his heart just gave it a little jolt.
An ordinary person might have thought it was a trick of the light, but Ian didn’t. He was as sensitive to changes in his body as a beast as a sword master.
Suddenly, he remembered Lucian’s voice, who complained that Ian was overworked these days.
Are you sure you’ve been overdoing it lately?
Ian, caught in a perplexing question, looked at Irene again. As their eyes met, Irene clung to him again.
Ian reflexively withdrew from Irene. Irene looked at Ian, who had suddenly moved away, with her curious eyes.
Ian opened his mouth and went back to having an ice-cold face as if nothing had happened.
“It is about going together. That festival with the name that makes you sound like you studied Jurisprudence, where all lovers are innocent.”
He might be doing too much these days. The effects of staying in the same place night after night are finally showing up on his body.
If he needed to take a break, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take a break right next to his wife to see if she wanted to go to the Magic Tower.
“Are you sure?”
Meanwhile, Irene opened her eyes wide.
Really? Are you really coming over like this? Easier than I think?
Ian went on.
Irene was on edge. As expected, there are conditions.
Ian Esteban couldn’t have been this easy.
‘It doesn’t matter what it is. Come! on’
Currently, there is nothing more important to Irene than making medicine.
Irene, who became brave to get what she wanted, faced Ian with courage.