The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country

“No matter how beautiful Your Highness the Crown Prince is, there are things you can and can’t do. I don’t know what you did, but you do have a clear understanding of that, right?”

“I know.”

…Huh, I guess that’s why you’ve decided not to ‘see her for a while.’

The sound of the pen moving never stopped. So he dared to nag him.

“If you haven’t apologized, would you like me to arrange something for you?”

“…”

“Your future wife will hate you.”

“Oliver.”

Whoop – Oliver held his tongue.

Arnold flipped through the papers and told him matter-of-factly.

“That’s why I did it.”

“…”

He instinctively wanted to sigh, but held himself back.

“…Well, I didn’t mean to be impertinent.”

“Quite. First of all, you’re mistaken.”

After saying that, Arnold dropped his eyes again. No emotion could be seen from his expression.

“She’s the woman I forced to marry and take as my wife in the first place.”

That doesn’t mean she hated you from the very beginning, though.

After all, Oliver knew.

He knew that Arnolt tried to honor that girl he brought from another country as best he could.

I know you care for her.

He has never seen his sovereign lord wrack his brains for a single person.

When Rishe was involved, Arnold had a soft expression on his face that even Oliver, with whom he spent his youth, has never known.

There has never yet been a precedent for you to entrust your own knight guard to someone else. You’ve even escorted the lady to an evening party, and danced with her for the opening dance of special significance.

Feeling dumbfounded, Oliver shook his head, good grief.

Eating her food without a poison tester. That doesn’t sound like you, ‘doing something unconscionable,’ for the purpose of being hated. If I were you, I’d carry out more efficient means…

He swallowed those words and let out a loud sigh.

Arnold clicked his tongue, but instead he smiled at him.

“I know, I won’t say anything more than that. I am your servant.”

Oliver’s idea of a ‘servant’s role’ was to accomplish what his lord wanted.

So, nothing was to be done now. Until the day he gave him a second order.

“By the way, Your Highness, be that as it may, I think a proper apology would be in order.”

“It’s about time you really get out of here.”

That wasn’t going to happen.

After all, there was still a lot of work to be done for the day.