Chapter 110: Chapter 55.2

baron’s brows furrowed as if deep in thought, and then murmured to himself, “what it her taste?”

when it came to demeanor alone, aven helford and louis franto were complete opposites. because aven had a strong and ascetic image, and louis was gentle and bright. however, their beauty was both outstanding. a more beautiful face and slender physique than omegas was common too.

baron, on the other hand, was very manly and had sharp features. he heard many people call him handsome, but never beautiful. if seira’s taste was on the beautiful side, it meant that baron didn’t pass.

“besides, i was too clumsy…” he uttered with a sigh of sadness, “i wish i was a bit smaller.”

“…?”

alec was startled by what he said. was he talking about his physique or…

“but she did say she’d contact me tomorrow, so there’s still a chance.”

“have you scheduled a date with askan?” alec asked, his eyes wide open. “then this is not the time for sulking!”

“huh?”

“you should plan your date and take care of your skin. these days, alphas take on the trend to make themselves look beautiful.”

it was better to have his hair trimmed neatly, which now had become a magpie’s nest, and shave where it was needed. they also had to prepare gifts to capture the omega’s heart, and things they needed to fully enjoy their time together.

“you’ll be reborn as a stylish and handsome man like duke franto and count helford.”

“saying i’m the best was a lie after all,” baron joked.

alec shook his head violently and said, “that can’t be true. this is just an aspect that his excellency needs to address to be more appealing to the duchess askan.”

“alright, there’s no excuse. i was actually going to prepare anyway.”

regardless of seira’s preference, the face she saw every day in aven helford, and the person whom she held hands with in louis franto, it was clear that at least there was something they couldn’t give her.

“but in the end, seira’s likes and dislikes weren’t important. she risked all her life on askan’s revival.”

“well… that’s right. that’s probably what franto offered her. it was the same time that askan’s trust in jeff went rock-bottom because of the elder’s mistake.”

“i’ll need to find out what she received first. if it was seira, she must’ve gotten something tangible.”

there surely would be solid evidence as she wasn’t the type to believe in empty promises.

“understood, your excellency. i will check right away.”

baron nodded with alec’s confident answer and leaned back on his chair. gazing over the window at the distant commercial district, baron recalled seira’s face. she was filled with relief and joy the second she knew who it was that pulled her into that narrow and dim closet.

he was overwhelmed and was frankly distressed by how seira sucked at his lips like a baby looking for her mother’s milk.

‘how did she get hurt? was it because of that sly fox?’

her bloodless and pale face and precarious walk meant she had serious injuries.

‘or was it because of what his majesty did during the banquet?’

no one but seira knew that the healing power of viseltium’s direct lineage was passed down to baron. he didn’t even know that calrad had hurt seira so much for her to come to him as if her life depended on his blood.

baron swore that if he did anything as ridiculous again, he’d leave him no choice but to turn his back on calrad.

his loyalty and faith in the imperial family were shaken by calrad, who kept pushing seira into a corner. in the midst of deciding whether to throw jeff away if things didn’t work out, somehow it wasn’t that much different with the imperial family.

he tried to get the elders to give their consent the day seira proposed to him in the armory. he had thought his love would stay unrequited, but her proposal gave him hope.

it was the chance to hold the love of his life as his companion. he already even had her in his arms.

baron became hostile to everything and everyone who came his way. his own family, the royal family, louis franto. they were all annoying and cumbersome, to say the least.

the only thing that could soothe his anger was seira askan. she couldn’t have known what it meant for baron, but it brought him comfort that only she had sucked and swallowed his blood.

“your excellency, your excellency.”

alec called out to baron who had a blank face as he recalled kissing seira.

“i think it is better to take another inhibitor.”

“…ah.”

suddenly, baron recognized his pheromones had filled the carriage. he opened the medicine case and poured another pill into his mouth. he had a hunch that it would take seira terribly longer than he wanted for her to get in touch soon.