Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

I already knew Julie would be at the restaurant I frequently visited, but I didn’t expect the person next to her to join us as well.

Josephine. In Deculein’s perspective, she belonged to the highest risk group more than any other Named. It was the first time we saw each other in person, but I had seen her a few times behind the monitor. I was also familiar with her characteristics.

“You must have been stared at on your way here.”

Her presence made me wonder for a moment whether I should sit or not. However, I couldn’t just leave abruptly. After thinking about it, I realized it might be better for us to meet now. Josephine was a Named that could randomly send an assassin after me, after all. It would be safer to meet with her unexpectedly now than be fatally wounded at a critical moment.

I sat down and looked at Julie. Julie looked at me, too. There was a hint of embarrassment in her gaze, mixed with a bit of remorse. However, she had nothing to be sorry for when it came to Deculein.

“Julie’s my little sister, but even if she weren’t, I’d still find her beautiful. Meanwhile, you’re the same as usual, but you somehow look cooler today.”

I knew Zeit, entering the room last, was talking, but none of his words reached my ears. All I could do was stare at Julie.

“What do you think of Julie now?”

Josephine’s question brought me back to my senses.

“She’s beautiful.”

I felt as if I couldn’t take my eyes off of her for a moment. Even if she usually wore armor with no makeup, she was already a matchless lady whose beauty stood out. Today, she was even more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen in this world. Was this the effect of makeup?

“Hahaha! That’s right. That’s my little sister!”

Zeit chuckled.

“Anyway, it’s been three years since you two were engaged. When would you like to hold the marriage ceremony?”

He was already holding a knife and a fork, even though there was no appetizer on the table yet. Due to his size, he looked almost like he was about to cut the table up and eat it. He was such an impatient noble.

“Well, my lord—”

“The adults are talking.”

Surprised, Julie tried to say something, but Zeit’s cauldron-lid-like palm held her back.