“Serena Lavernia! Don’t think about staying in my mansion with that filthy appearance, wash up and come out right now!”

Serena clicked her tongue at Magnus’s behavior, who, after a round of nagging, pushed her into the bathroom with contemptuous eyes.

She felt wronged.

Because she had washed just two days ago.

“Haah…”

But she moved her body without thinking when told to do so.

It was a behavioral code engraved in her spine over a long time.

As she undressed and stood in front of the mirror, she saw her jiggling belly fat and chubby cheeks.

Even for her, facing her clearly changed silhouette from a week ago head-on was a bit shocking.

Her once slender face was a bit more than just yeast-filled flour dough.

It was a full moon.

A bright full moon was hanging round against the mirror background.

‘Is it… too much?’

She sighed as she grabbed and released her belly fat.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t born with the blessed genes that prevent weight gain even when eating and not moving.

‘…How sad.’

After lamenting the regrettable genes she wasn’t born with, her eyes started to close as she soaked in the warm water.

She might have dozed off for a moment.

Pigs don’t reject their instincts.

“……”

Realizing that she had lost one rebuttal to Magnus’s ‘pig’ comment, she dried herself with a towel.

‘But pigs can’t wash themselves.’

She nodded, finding something to console herself.

‘They can’t dress themselves either.’

She is not a pig.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a thin camisole that seemed to have been prepared by the maids, long enough to cover mid-thigh.

Fortunately, the clothes covered her belly fat.

As she left the room, a cool breeze tickled her cheeks as it passed by.

It seems they had ventilated the room and changed the bedding in the meantime.

She saw Magnus standing by the bed, glaring at the pillow, and reflexively made an “Ugh” sound, openly showing her dislike.

Hearing that small sound, Magnus quickly turned his head and widened his eyes.

“Oh, clothes…. Those clothes…!”

“Ah.”

Serena made a slightly tired face at Magnus’s awkward reaction.

Although she had soaked in warm water instead of being robbed of sleep, she was still sad about losing her cozy rabbit hole.

“It’s my room. How I am is my business.”

“There’s only a man and you in the room!”

“A man?”

Serena asked with round eyes.

Magnus stopped abruptly at that reaction.

‘What’s this?’

He felt uneasy.

It felt as if the other person was acting as if there was no man in this place.

“Yes.”

Magnus answered.

Serena frowned slightly, then quickly looked around before looking back at Magnus.

‘…A man?’

To Serena, Magnus was someone else’s rice cake.

No matter how delicious someone else’s rice cake looked, she didn’t covet it.

“You?”

“…What’s with that reaction?”

A smirk. As her lips curled up, Serena’s previously indifferent face instantly turned into an expression that seemed to mock people, irritating him.

“……”

Magnus heard the sound of something in a man’s pride breaking with a snap.

Serena had simply laughed because it was something she hadn’t even considered.

“We’re still married.”

Serena quickly realized that her laughter had drawn a rather unpleasant reaction and said with a hardened expression.

“And you don’t like me, and I don’t like you.”

“……”

Magnus couldn’t nod.

It was clearly true, but something felt off.

“I’m not interested either.”

Serena waved her hand as if to say not to worry.

“……”

Although that should be good for him, Magnus somehow felt bad.

No, he had the same thoughts.

But listening to her speak so nonchalantly as if it were natural made him feel strange.

“…I’m quite handsome.”

Magnus belatedly realized what he had blurted out and bit his tongue in surprise.

‘What am I doing now…?!’

He tensed his eyes and screamed internally. Magnus braced himself for the mockery that was sure to come.

“Oh, I know.”

But what came back was an indifferent voice showing little interest.

She really seemed not to care as she strode over and flopped down on the bed.

With the sleeveless nightgown, her snow-white arms and legs were exposed.

Magnus frowned at the camisole that had ridden up as she lay down.

But Serena just hugged the pillow with her eyes closed, seemingly tired.

“……”

That broke something else in him again.

“Do you think I’m handsome?”

“Yeah, why do you keep asking? Is your self-esteem low?”

Serena said.

“……”

She really thought Magnus was handsome without any ulterior motive.

Jet-black hair and beast-like golden eyes. Moderately well-toned muscles, skin neither too pale nor too dark, giving a quite healthy appearance, tall stature with quite good proportions and a solid build.

And what about that well-proportioned face?

Slightly plump lips, a furrowed brow as if displeased, slightly wrinkled eyes, and a neat yet somewhat fierce gaze that made one look charismatic and cool.

He was very handsome, both in his fresh-faced fiancé days and now.

Serena slowly shifted her gaze as she looked Magnus over from top to bottom.

“Serena Lavernia! Where are you looking right now?”

Magnus raised his voice to hide his embarrassment.

“Really, are you truly insane!”

“What did I do?”

Serena said with round eyes.

“Acting like a pubescent boy. Alright, make sure to keep your chastity for your future wife.”

Serena waved her hand, somewhat upset by Magnus’s reaction that exuded displeasure.

Not even letting her look at the David statue next to him, how petty.

‘Future wife?’

Magnus found it somewhat strange that Serena seemed to think he would meet another woman.

It was closer to certainty than expectation.

“But why did you come?”

“What?”

Serena turned her gaze back to Magnus.

“Your reason for waking me up and making me wash up in the bathroom.”

“Are you saying I should have just left that pigsty as it was?”

Serena was taken aback by Magnus’s words.

It was clean enough by her standards.

Serena pondered. She had signed the contract, there was no need to impress him, and in 3 months it would be goodbye anyway.

There was no need to write a report either.

So she threw away her pretense and spoke somewhat cynically.

“…It’s none of your business, is it? In three months, you’ll throw everything out and fill the rooms with new things anyway.”

“……”

“And if there’s no reason, I’d like to be left alone. We’re not the kind of people who should be having face-to-face conversations like this, are we?”

That was true.

Serena wanted to be alone. She wanted to live a thoroughly isolated and independent life.

She wanted to live a life where someone just brought everything to her.

“My mansion…”

He trembled and clenched his fists.

“Don’t even think about turning it into a pigsty!”

“……”

His extreme disgust made it feel like he was genuinely sorry to the pigs earlier.

Serena felt the need to defend herself for some self-protection.

“I can dress myself.”

“……?”

“I can also dry my wet body with a towel by myself.”

Magnus furrowed his brow at Serena’s words.

“…What are you trying to say?”

f*cking asshole.

Serena cursed Magnus with her eyes.

Magnus as a person is not kind to anyone except the female protagonist and his future wife, who is his true love.

The non-existent feelings cooled even further.

“Get out.”

“From now on, you’ll have meals in the dining room. Thirty minutes of daily walk is mandatory.”

“……”

“This is not a suggestion, but an order as the owner of this mansion.”

Serena felt wronged.

But she couldn’t argue back.

Because this mansion belonged to Magnus von Kelahinum, and Serena was living here as a freeloader.

In the end, Serena reluctantly nodded.

Feeling depressed, she rolled over once on the bed, facing downwards.

Magnus finally noticed her ridden-up camisole and covered his eyes with an astonished look.

“Please, cover yourself properly when there are people around.”

When Magnus couldn’t hold back and blurted out,

“What, don’t tell me you really…?”

Serena, who had been staring blankly at him, hit the back of his head coolly with a smiling face, subtly trailing off at the end of her sentence.

It was enough to drive one crazy.