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Chapter 235

"Yooou……"

With his arms crossed, he drew out the word—clearly in a foul mood.

"Do you know what time it is? What are you doing out here!?"

Only then did I realize.

I had only mentioned today's party schedule—attending as Shamashuut's partner—to Ansharie, but I hadn't informed him at all.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"I'm so sorry. I just assumed Ansharie would have told you."

As I answered apologetically, I felt a wave of relief inside.

Osiris's sudden appearance had shattered the strange tension that had been building between Shamashuut and me.

I was about to gloss over the situation and slip away—when Osiris's firm words crushed my small hope.

"But, young Duke of Archalade, you want to marry our Tia?"

Having apparently overheard our entire conversation, Osiris smoothly pulled me behind him and tilted his head at Shamashuut.

His tone was gentle, but it carried an oppressive weight.

"Well, I understand—Tia is pretty and smart. But in this world, there's a thing called procedure. Don't you agree?"

Osiris draped his arm over Shamashuut's shoulder with a sly grin, but his voice was ice-cold.

"So if you want to take Tia as your partner, you'll have to defeat me in combat first."

I gaped in utter shock.

'Wait—what did he just say?'

"Combat" was a polite way of saying it—Osiris was a dragon in human form.

Across the entire continent, those who could bring him down could be counted on one hand.

To say anyone had to defeat such a monster was practically a declaration to the whole continent that I was off-limits.

"Of course, even if you beat me, I won't immediately allow dating. Your personality and other qualities will have to meet my standards too."

Horrified by his overbearing dad behavior, I grabbed his sleeve—but Osiris didn't stop.

He kicked open the terrace door and barged right back into the ballroom.

At the Tower Master's sudden entrance, the lavish party fell into a silence as deep as a library.

"Everyone, attention!"

He snapped his fingers lightly, and his mana-infused voice echoed through every corner of the hall.

"From now on, anyone who lays a finger on my disciples—including Tia—will be considered an enemy of the entire Tower."

Osiris's golden eyes were fixed precisely on the Marquess of Cilicia, who had insulted me earlier.

"So if you don't want a taste of my wrath, stop whispering behind my back and learn some manners. Understood?"

At his fierce declaration, the Marquess—and even the spirited young ladies—trembled and bowed their heads.

Meanwhile, Osiris, with his arm around my shoulder, gave a satisfied wink.

"Business is done. Let's go. The air here is too foul to stand."

Ignoring the nobles' stunned gazes, he casually activated a teleportation spell.

A brilliant magic circle rose beneath our feet, and the world around us began to warp.

Within moments, the scenery had completely changed—the stifling attention and the heavy rose scent of the ballroom had vanished like a lie.

Dizzy from the sudden shift, I stumbled—and Osiris naturally caught my arm to steady me.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. Phew……"

Catching my breath and steadying myself, a question belatedly occurred to me.

"By the way, Lord Osiris—how did you know I was there?"

In hindsight, I hadn't even told Ansharie where the party was being held.

'I hadn't paid enough attention to which family was hosting it, so I barely remembered myself.'

He shrugged and answered casually.

"Is there anything I don't know? A Tower Master has his ways of finding out when a disciple is being humiliated somewhere."

He smiled mysteriously and glossed over it—but I was too drained to press further.

"So, Tia."

Osiris, who had been playfully ruffling my hair, turned serious.

"From now on, whenever you go out, you report to me—who, where, and what. And absolutely no overnight stays. Understood?"

"What are you, some strict father enforcing a curfew……?"

I pouted and grumbled—but a strange sense of calm settled in my heart.

I didn't dislike his overbearing, impulsive care that had whisked me away from that tense party.

'Either way, thanks to Lord Osiris, I was perfectly freed from that difficult proposal and Rosetta's hostility.'

Summoning my courage, I quietly spoke.

"Still, thank you for coming to get me."

Suddenly, I remembered watching other kids' parents waiting at the school gate with umbrellas on rainy days, and feeling envious.

"I was really happy."

My face flushed at my honest confession.

I bowed my head—but it was Osiris who seemed more flustered than I was.

"Ah, uh—it was nothing……"

He scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat, his usual sly demeanor nowhere to be seen—he was visibly restless.

"Ahem, anyway—you must be tired. Go get some rest!"

With that, Osiris hurried away as if being chased.

His retreating footsteps sounded quicker than usual, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

The isolation I'd felt under the chandelier had faded, and the familiar warmth of the Tower filled my heart.

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The next afternoon.

Enlirsian, who had dropped by unannounced, brought up an unexpected topic.

"Tia, you looked really beautiful in that dress yesterday."

"Yesterday—you were at that Marquess's party too?"

"An emperor shouldn't attend private noble gatherings, but I used a few roundabout means to sneak in."

His tone was as light as if he were commenting on the weather—but what followed was anything but a joke.

"However, seeing Shamashuut standing next to you—I couldn't stand the jealousy."

My hand, lifting my teacup, froze midair.

It had been a long time since he'd so openly expressed his feelings.

'But was there anything yesterday that would make Enlil jealous?'

I hadn't danced with Shamashuut or built any romantic atmosphere—we'd been alone on the terrace briefly, but even that was cut short when Osiris barged in.

Just as I was about to sink into thought, as if reading my mind, he added,

"Watching the rumor spread through high society that you're his fiancée candidate was absolute torture."

Enlirsian leaned slightly over the table, his gaze fixed on me.

A gentle smile, but beneath it, a possessive hunger.

'Just when I thought I'd cleared one hurdle, another appears. This feels hopelessly tangled.'

Having barely gotten past one obstacle, it felt like another problem had surfaced.

Overwhelmed by a nameless fatigue, I gulped down my cold black tea instead of sighing, and answered calmly.

"I'm surprised. When you were with Lord Osiris before, you didn't react much—so I thought you weren't the jealous type."

At my words, Enlirsian's cold, sharp golden eyes softened into a gentle curve.

"Tia, even I don't get jealous of my father-in-law."

I nearly choked at the unexpected word.

As I stared at him with wide eyes, he let out a low, amused laugh.

"Anyway."

Leaning back in his chair, he pursed his lips playfully and whined,

"I risked my life for you too—so shouldn't you grant me at least one favor?"

"……What?"

"Surely you're not saying 'no' to me? You agreed to Shamashuut's request, but if you ignore my devotion, I might feel a little hurt."

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