Chapter 308
“What, marriage—?!”
Iril’s eyes widened. The fuzziness in her head flew away.
Marriage? Did you just say marriage? That I know?
It was another minute or so before she was able to speak again.
“Well, look—so—so, yeah, I don’t dislike Mr. Schlieffen by any means, but I have to say it was a little too abrupt—.”
Iril stammered. Her pure white face flushed like a peach. Schlieffen was still holding her, not letting go.
“That—what’s the good of a plain girl like me in the first place? I don’t have a pretty face, and I’m not sparkling like the nobility—well, I’m a lot older than Mr. Schlieffen, for one thing, and I’m sure you’ll get tired of me very quickly—.”
“No, I felt it from the first time I saw you—the owner of my heart—you are the only one.”
Schlieffen muttered drunkenly, the blow as powerful as his swordsmanship. The blood that had escaped in near lethal doses allowed him to blurt out whatever came to mind, bypassing his brain.