Chapter 97
The attention of the crowd bustling around the Count’s estate instantly focused on us.
“It’s me, me! Ben! Ben Trian!”
The boy smiled as if I were someone he was deeply familiar with—but to me, he was a total stranger.
Still, seeing the surname “Trian,” he appeared to be a fellow apprentice like me.
Wondering if he might be some old friend I had forgotten, I tilted my head—but the boy who introduced himself as Ben stepped even closer.
Up close, he was quite tall. He looked about seventeen.
“You remember, right? We were engaged.”
“Huh? What? Engaged?”
I blinked in disbelief.
Was this boy I had never seen before in my life seriously claiming he was my fiancé?
“You were ten! The priest said our divine energy attributes matched well, and if we had a child, they’d be at least mid-tier! So we got engaged!”
The boy shouted proudly and then pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket with utter confidence.