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Certainly, adult men are different.
Ran began her second dance with a little enthusiasm, but as soon as they started to dance, Blaine began to laugh and stepped back..
“You really can’t dance.”
He looked around for a moment and spoke softly.
“Has Ross been disrespectful to you?”
“Huh? Well, a little?”
Ran shook her head when Blaine’s eyes narrowed..
“But don’t tell him that I told you that.”
“No. I have to. You are the housekeeper. No matter what, a knight should not act based on his feelings.”
Blaine let out a short sigh as he spoke.
“Ross has been serving the young master since he was a child. He probably thinks he’s his big brother.”
Blaine was significantly older than Ross. He was ashamed that he seemed to let Ross do his own thing, despite the fact that he was the youngest son of a baron.
“I don’t really mind since Yustaf likes him.”
Blaine smiled at Ran’s words; his soft brown eyes looked at her.
“Do you think so?”
“He likes Ross?”
Ran groaned and replied.
“He doesn’t seem to hate him.”
Even when she thought about it, she was still unsure. Blaine grinned as if he knew it.
Ran spoke as if she were making excuses.
“But maybe my attitude is worse. It’s bad to see your boss show their likes and dislikes to their subordinates.”
Blaine nodded. Ran nodded in relief, then frowned.
“Your boots are strong, right?”
Blaine held back his laughter and spoke seriously again.
“That’s a relief.”
Ran finished dancing and felt relieved. She couldn’t even count how many times she stepped on him. Blaine’s patience without raising an eyebrow made her want to clap her hands.
After leaving the dance floor, Ran quickly moved to the food section to avoid a series of knights asking for a dance.
‘Well, the meat is dropping fast.’
“Ham, cheese, and salmon were sandwiched between the thin sandwich slices, but the most popular was ham. Cucumber sandwiches were too expensive to be served.”
‘Next time, I’ll fill it up to be a little more fancy.’
Planning for the New Year’s party next year, Ran picked the least popular salmon sandwiches.
In autumn, salmon, which are caught extensively in valleys and rivers, are smoked and become the main food in winter. They were so common that they were not popular.
Ran looked around, filled a large cup with wine, and then opened the door to the terrace and went out..
She felt good when the hot air and her cheeks heated by alcohol met the cold air.
Today was mild for winter, with no strong north wind.
“I feel good.”
Is it because of the spirit of alcohol that she’s talking out loud?
Somehow, laughter came spilling out as Ran lightly tuned into the sound of music coming from inside, spinning around and laughing again.
Ran breathed in the cold air and gulped down a strong drink.
Heat rose from her throat and stomach. Eating the salmon sandwich in one bite, Ran sighed.
A white breath came out like that of a dragon. Ran walked out towards the railing.
The banquet hall was on the second floor. Under the high railing, the white field sparkled brilliantly.
Snow, snow, snow.
Snow is everywhere.
Ran smiled lightly. Her mother said she was sick and tired of this snow.
However, the reflection of the moonlight at night was comparable to the Queen’s dress.
The road was diligently cleaned up by the servants, but the snow piled up in the garden cannot be helped. And the gardener says that the roots are protected only when the snow piles up.
Ran put her hand on her head thinking so. Ran began to pull out her hairpin because she felt uncomfortable with her carefully braided hair.
When she pulled out the long comb-shaped pin, her curled hair fell down.
Ran jumped up and sat on the railing. It was an action that she would have considered to be dangerous had she not been drunk.
Sitting on the railing, she began to untie her hair.
When she managed to untie all her hair, her head had never felt so light.
The winter wind sweeping through her scalp felt good.
The terrace door opened slightly and a voice poured out, making Ran smile and wave..
His blue eyes were round as if surprised. Ran laughed because it was cute.
TL/N : yes yus is very cute la and he very hawt too 🤧 (🌸◔ ω ◔)
“Here, here! Here!”
She now waved her hands as hard as she could. Yustaf did not run. Instead, he walked fast.
When a strong breeze blew, she felt her hair and dress flying and fluttering.
‘Wow, I’m flying.’
Thinking so, she opened her arms and smiled, and Yustaf wrapped his arms around her waist tightly.
Keeling from laughter, Ran swept up her hair. Her sparkling wheat hair shook gently in the wind.
“I almost flew away.”
“Is that what you’re saying?”
Yustaf asked back, as if she was being absurd, and said while tightening the arm around her waist and then loosening it slightly..
“We’ll put it in a contract. You won’t die until I become the Head.”
“I have no intention of dying..”
‘I’ll live a long life.’
As Ran grinned saying so, Yustaf sighed. The breath that came out became a white cloud and scattered.
“Please. I told you. I don’t like people who die easily.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I won’t die.”
Ran looked down at him, answering several times. Looking at his calm blue eyes, somehow her mood was calming.
Yustaf sighed again.
“I didn’t think you had drank that much.”
Ran frowned at his murmur.
“I’m not drunk.”
“Those who really aren’t drunk don’t say that.”
“Yes, you bad mouth!”
Ran tried to kiss him, but her shaky body made her kiss his forehead instead of his lips.
TL/N: look at our aggressive Ran 😚
PR/N: (๑⚗ᗜ⚗) If only she didn’t miss ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚
QC : Oh my, Oh my.
Ran chuckled again at his startled reaction.
“Yus is mean, stupid, and bad. I’m working really hard.”
After talking, Yustaf looked at Ran.
“Then why are you so mean?”
“I wasn’t that mean.”
“Then how do you want me to treat you?”
“Be nicer to me.”
“Aren’t I being nice and gentle enough?”
Ran frowned. Yustaf looked at her and asked.
“Do you like Lachia?”
The same question as before.
Ran tilted her head and said honestly.
“Umm, not much?”
She doesn’t work like this because she likes Lachia.
It is for Yustaf, and in fact, for herself. Still, it overlaps.
Even if she builds up a good foundation, it’s easier to leave here once she makes money. If she leaves here now, she’ll be broke.
Ran grumbled when Yustaf replied like that.
“I’m not cold-hearted. Come on, be nice.”
A laugh mixed with absurdity leaked out of his mouth.
“How can I be nice?”
“Kindly. That’s very abstract. And?”
“Don’t kill me.”
At those words, Yustaf let go of his hand holding her waist. When Ran looked at him with a curious look, Yustaf pushed her.
As her upper body went back and shook in the air, then Yustaf grabbed her hand.
Ran was sober with surprise.
She tried to pull up her upper body by pulling her held hand, but as he took a step closer, she stumbled again and slipped back.
“Are you going to drop me?”
“What do you think?”
As she stared at his blue eyes, Ran laughed. The laugh caught Yustaf off guard.
Yustaf stood still for a moment with an expression that couldn’t be described in words and pulled her arm. Her upper body was pulled forward and lightly bumped into Yustaf.
“Why do you say that when you know that I won’t? That I’m gonna kill you?”
“I mean after the alliance, after.”
Yustaf sighed again.
“You’re so heartless.”
He took off his cape with one hand and wrapped it around her head then held Ran above the railing.
Yustaf said as he moved while Ran shouted in surprise.
“It’s cold. Your lips are blue, too.”
“It’s not that cold.”
“That’s what’s scarier.”
Yustaf said so and opened the terrace door and went inside. Ran’s skin became itchy when she went into the warm room.
Ran yawned because she suddenly felt sleepy.
Bringing her to the entrance of the hall, Yustaf called the maid.
Kara quickly approached at his beckoning. Only then did Yustaf put down Ran and said.
“Take a bath and rest.”
He then bowed politely and went back to the banquet hall. Kara made a fuss when she saw Ran’s face.
“Oh, my Lord. You’re too pale. Oh, my God. Your face is frozen. I’ll tell them to prepare a bath. Hurry up and go up.”
“Sorry, Kara would’ve loved to enjoy the banquet, too.”
“What are you talking about?”
Kara shook her head. Returning to Ran’s room, she grew the fire in the fireplace, and turned on the heater.
Sitting in a warm place, Ran felt sleepy. Ran was dozing off when she was woken up by Kara’s touch and finished her bath. Her head was almost like a sangmo.
Ran laid down on the bed and fell asleep.
* * *
Yustaf exhaled deeply and lengthened the tip of his sword. Steam was rising from his body. Sweat ran down his chin.
He had just finished his sword training at dawn.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Blaine held out a towel and Yustaf accepted while asking.
“What about Ross?”
When he said it with a smile, Yustaf simply said, “Oh no.” The midwinter training is one of the greatest hardships.
“As you said, the Lord’s escorts consist of skilled men.”
He handed over the list and Yustaf looked over the paper, wiping his sweat off. Even in the Knights’ Order, only the most well-known knights were selected.
“Go ahead with this. Good job.”
He returned the paper and said. It would be nice if he could follow along, but not yet.
Once you’ve cut out the biggest rotten part, it’s time to cut out the remaining small spots.
Yustaf leaned against his sword and looked up at the Ice Wall. An old mountain range with white ice caps stands proudly behind the mansion.
– Yustaf must like Lachia.
Yustaf suddenly remembered her words.
‘I like it, Ran.’
Yustaf laughed. It’s funny to ask such ridiculous questions, and to make yourself laugh.
Lachia was everything to him.
Without Lachia, he is just an empty shell.
What he had learned, why he had learned, everything was to become the Head of Lachia..
– You promised.
Even though Ran’s life depends on him, she still believed in their promise, even if she didn’t believe in Yustaf himself.
“You want me to be nice and friendly?” Yustaf exhaled a long white breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.
“Please call for Ran.”
Blaine bowed deeply.
 Without signs of discomfort
 As extravagant as the Queen’s dress
 Fall over.
 Feather from a Korean folk arts hat
 Respectful way showing that you respect the other person’s opinion.