The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You

#85

Diart Wheaton had not been in a very good mood lately. The knights who faced him every day, who had become sharper because of it, were experiencing the taste of death. When another victim fell, the helpless Lambert approached Diart and said a word.

“Just try apologizing sincerely.”

As Diart’s face turned grim at Lambert’s sarcastic remark, Lambert raised both hands and retreated in surrender. Diart planted the sword he was holding into the ground. Despite not putting much force into it, Diart pressed his palm against the handle of the deeply embedded sword, furrowing his brow. His gaze was directed towards the townhouse.

For several days now, Diart had been forcefully using a separate room, and his condition was worse than the sword hitting the ground. He thought that Roeni would not resist and would embrace him after he told her about the resistance to the curse that day.

Knowing that she’s somewhat vulnerable to his appearance, he intentionally tempted her, but her rejection was firm. He was chased out of bed… He didn’t want to remember how he felt that time again.

‘It won’t be solved with just a few apologies. Her grudge is deep and persistent! Anyway, until everything in my heart is resolved, don’t expect me to sign anything!’

At first, he reflected on his past actions that made Roeni resentful. Those who knew him would not believe it. But even that lasted only for a day or two. Because Roeni wouldn’t let him lay a finger on her, Diart was gradually losing his patience.

“As expected, I’ll have to get rid of the temple first.”

As the deadline for the divorce withdrawal document is approaching, let’s first get rid of any places to run away, and then…

The knights, who had been watching Diart from afar, were taken aback by his increasingly fierce expression.

These days, they were being subjected to Diart venting his anger under the guise of one-sided sparring, but they were in a very good mood despite their tired bodies. This was because their master, who had no common sense and a poor personality, was being ignored by the madam. He had been completely ignored, as though he didn’t matter, and it was very pitiful.

—The knights who had been thinking highly of him, were now extremely disappointed in their master.

The War Demon who could make enemies tremble just by showing himself. The Bloody Yaksha¹. Their master was someone who could be given any wicked nickname without hesitation.

When the knights realized that their master, who had always appeared infinitely strong, was actually a weak man, they were relieved to see his human side for the first time while also feeling sorry for him. The knights unconsciously gazed at some part of Diart with a pitiful expression.

‘Of all things….’

“I wonder if such things are really effective?”

Milto, who is most often called upon by Diart, spoke out as if he could no longer stand it, and the knights lowered their heads gravely. The reason they learned about Diart’s unspeakable circumstances was like this.

Recently, there have been periodic items coming into the townhouse, and it turns out they are herbal remedies called Piton that are good for men’s stamina. Furthermore, all the ingredients commonly used in the kitchen these days have similar effects to piton, and it was confirmed that they were ordered by Lily Grasher, the madam’s closest maid, which confirmed their suspicions and doubts.

The cold distance between the couple must be because of that!

It wasn’t just the knights who noticed this. But everyone was hushing up their thoughts out of consideration for Diart’s pride.

“I think we need some fundamental measures.”

It wasn’t that they couldn’t understand the madam’s disappointment, but the expressions of the knights, who felt a sense of camaraderie with Diart as fellow men, became intense. Lambert, who left behind the knights who were determined to protect the couple’s happy married life, approached Diart.

“Have you tried giving her a gift?”

Diart tilted his head defiantly at Lambert’s question, the only one who knew the inside story. Although he tried to tease him, Diart thought Lambert, who had maintained a happy married life for quite some time, would be helpful and nodded, as if urging him to speak.

Of course, he didn’t realize that Lambert neither corrected the knights’ misunderstanding nor did he inform Diart about that fact. Lambert found it extremely amusing and entertaining that the man, who’s normally quick to pick up on the subtle glances and vibes directed at him, was preoccupied with an argument with his wife.

“I did.”

After hearing that Crown Prince Jarvis had given perfume to Roeni, Diart immediately went to see Madam Veronica. It was said in social circles that it was their wish to simply wearing one of her outfits, so he made an exclusive contract and gave it as a gift. When Diart heard that Roeni was also happy about it, Diart proudly nodded his head.

“Gifts should be given in person, is that what you did?”

Knowing well what his expression meant after spending a long time together, Lambert poked at him, and Diart hesitated. Lambert nodded as if he knew it would be like that. Although his expression seemed pitiful, he couldn’t help but listen to what he wanted to hear.

“Isn’t the best part of giving a gift seeing the receiver happy.”

Diart unconsciously smiled as he thought of Roeni’s happy expression. He felt terrible that he had missed it. She must have been very beautiful.

Looking at his uncharacteristically relaxed face, it was obvious what he was thinking about. Lambert swallowed his laughter, thinking that his current master had become quite easy to read. Who would think of that man as a cruel war demon?

Seeing how much he had changed, which he couldn’t have imagined before, it was clear that this cold man was capable of love.

“There is no one in the world who doesn’t like gifts. The simplest way to show kindness to others is through gifts. But you should show your sincerity by thinking about what the other person likes. So why don’t you break the ice with a gift and convey your sincerity?”

Lambert looked at Diart mumbling, ‘a gift she’ll like, and now wanted to tease him enough to make him laugh. But he also wished that the two would reconcile soon because Diart’s bad mood was making it difficult for training to proceed smoothly.

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Today’s garden tea party was only for Diart and Roeni. Grand Duke Wheaton and Duke Feischer, who had not yet reconciled, had vacated the mansion, saying they would decide whose hunting skills were better this time.

Diart quietly stared at Roeni, who was looking at the flowers blooming in the garden. It was quite frustrating to see her eyes not leaving the flowers and wandering somewhere else. Diart let out a low chuckle, feeling foolish for thinking she looked pretty even though he was burning with jealousy.

“I’ll pour the tea. It’s piton tea.”

When Lily approached with a teapot, Roeni pressed her lips together with an embarrassed look. Lately, whenever he drank this tea, Roeni would make a subtle expression. Even if he asked why, she would just avoid answering and look away.

Diart found it cute how she looked apologetic and took his teacup quietly today as well.

“The imperial family sent an invitation to a party.”

Unlike him, Roeni’s eyes widened as she tilted the cup of black tea.

“I think we should attend, even if it’s just to silence rumors. Will you go with me?”

“Of course!”

Roeni smiled brightly as soon as she finished talking. She seemed so happy that she clapped her hands. Diart’s animalistic intuition told him that now was the time to put his plan into action. When Diart gestured, Gordon, who had been waiting nearby, approached and handed him some documents. Diart handed them to Roeni one by one. Roeni raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“What is this?”

“It’s a gift.”

“A gift?”

No, why are you giving me documents as a gift? Roeni looked confused. He remembered that time when he handed a book he couldn’t understand to the Sau clan member. She had a suspicious expression, wondering if he was trying to pass off work as a gift.

Diart smiled slyly, as if telling her that even if she had doubts, she would still stay. His expression seemed self-assured, as if he was sure she would like it.

“I heard that your dream is to live and spend a lot of money, so I prepared this for you.”

Diart spoke as he flipped through the documents with his long, straight fingers.

“Southern Roman coast. Northern Kaimansar Hotel. And this is the title to the diamond mine in the west.”

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