GDC 149

“Are you absolutely sure?”

Perel rubbed his aching forehead.

He had used up all his energy calming Cecilia, who had cried her lungs out as if the world were ending. Now he held a copy of the contract—painstakingly copied word for word by Cecilia herself.

“I told you, I copied it without missing a single dot or stroke!”

Perel let out a tired sigh.

Even while panicking, she had calmly copied the whole contract.

“What do we do? I can’t live without Lady Consort. She’s the only person in this world who truly understands me.”

Perel knew well that in the small high society of the North, the second daughter of the Territo Baron family was considered quite the eccentric.

But he never thought poorly of her.

Like the Lady Consort, Cecilia wasn’t a typical noblewoman—she was intelligent and warm-hearted.

“Why are you so calm, Sir Perel?”

Cecilia’s nose was…