Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The Keivrand Green from her memory was a cold and heartless man.

Except for his dying moment of anger and despair, Keivrand in her previous life was like the cold tempest of the North.

But at this moment, the Keivrand in front of her was hotter than the summer sun.

Keivrand suddenly lifted Iris up.

“Haa!”

Iris, who was picked up like a princess, unknowingly shrieked and hugged Keivrand tightly by the neck.

It was her first time being hugged like this by someone, so she was scared of the high position.

“You’re very lively, Irie.”

“You’re being too immature, Kei. Put me down.”

“No.”

Keivrand walked toward the main building while hugging Iris as such.

“What if someone sees?”

“No matter what I do in my mansion, no one will think it’s strange, so be at ease, Irie.”

“That’s not what I meant… ”

“Are you shy?”

She felt like it was a blow to her heart, so she kept her mouth shut.

“If you’re embarrassed or shy, I’ll put you down, Irie.”

“No matter what I do in my mansion, what is there to be embarrassed of?”

Keivrand burst out laughing as if he was having fun.

“That’s right, Irie.”

He didn’t point out that she had said ‘my mansion.’

It was only then that Iris’ body relaxed.

Although Keivrand was tall and she was held in a high position, his chest was wide and his arms were firm. There was no way he was going to drop her.

He walked into the bedroom hugging her, then he carefully put her down on the sofa. The sofa was still full of Nathan’s clothes.

“Change into my gown, Irie. I’ll call a tailor, so it’s better for you to stay in this room in the meantime.”

“Kei, I…!”

“I’ll do the same.”

‘I’m not a greenhouse plant. Don’t think you can deal with me the way you want.’

As the words were about to leave her mouth, she became speechless at Keivrand’s words.

“I’ll wear a gown and stay in this room all day today. That would make it fair, right?”

Iris closed her mouth and looked up at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s unexpected.”

“What?”

“Us, I thought it was a political marriage because we were in the same boat.”

“Whatever comes before and after it, a marriage is a marriage. The fact that you’ve become my wife doesn’t change. If you wanted a political marriage, put that aside, Irie. Because I’m this kind of person.”

In fact, Kei wasn’t this kind of person.

He was amazed at the way he treated Iris.

The only female in his whole life who will carry his scent.

He couldn’t believe he had said such nonsense.

If his subordinates heard him, they would have laughed while holding their stomachs, then they would have made fun of him for about five years.

‘But…’

With a seemingly dissatisfied expression, he looked down at Iris who was sitting with a slightly amused look on her face.

He liked the silver hair that stretched to her waist. The flower of Duke Whittle who was casually dressed in men’s clothing. Keivrand was amused by her behavior.

It would have been more pleasant if those were his clothes, he thought.

‘She’s an interesting woman.’

Keivrand liked interesting things. Iris was a fun opponent that he hasn’t met in a long time. He didn’t hate himself for caving in front of her.

“I’ll…change my clothes.”

It wasn’t long before Iris said so.

“Okay.”

“Don’t look.”

“Aren’t we a couple?”

Iris slowly glared at Keivrand.

To Keivrand, such a look was even cute.

“Okay, I won’t look.”

As Keivrand turned around, the sound of Iris taking off her clothes stimulated his hearing, which was several times better than others.

A strangely hot sensation clumped around his lower abdomen. He tried to put his mind off the sound of her taking off her clothes by coughing.

“I’m done changing.”

“Okay.”

“You should change too.”

“Sure. Oh, you can watch me change.”

“I’m not going to watch.”

The way Iris turned around after saying so stubbornly made him laugh.

“I need a personal maid.”

Iris said as Keivrand changed.

“I would like it to be someone who is from a good family, has a good education, and is not talkative.”

“I’ll tell Jamie.”

“Also, maybe in a few days, Viscount Alfred Hutch will come to visit you.”

‘Viscount Alfred Hutch? Who’s that?’

He belatedly remembered that he was the man who was going to marry Iris.

“He’s coming to see me?”

“Or me.”

When Keivrand, who had finished changing his gown, turned around, Iris was still showing her back.

“I’m done changing, Irie.”

Iris turned her head slightly to see if Keivrand was lying or if he had dressed properly.

She was holding her hands neatly in front of her thighs, and the polite posture seemed strangely arrogant.

“Why is Alfred Hutch coming to see me or you?”

“Maybe he’s going to tell us to give up on our marriage because he doesn’t approve of it. Maybe he’s not going to leave this place until you let me go.”

“Well. You seem to know him well, even though you’ve never met him.”

“I know a lot of things.”

When Iris pointed to the sofa, Keivrand unconsciously pushed Nathan’s clothes that had piled up on the sofa to make room for her.

Iris sat down without saying thank you, as if it was natural for Keivrand to do such a thing for her.

“What do you want me to do with him, Irie? Slit his neck so you’ll never see him again?”

Iris smiled quietly.

“You don’t have to do that. Just have him transfer over Lavent’s gold mine. And then give me that gold mine as a wedding gift.”

Iris knew Alfred well.

Just because she has married Keivrand doesn’t mean he’ll give up so easily. He’s probably staying at Duke Whittle’s mansion right now and making a fuss over her.

Also, she knew Britney well.

Britney won’t accept that she has become Countess Green. Perhaps by now, she can’t sleep due to jealousy, and is thinking of ways to create a rift between her and Keivrand.

She knew so much about Alfred and Britney that she knew what to expect from them.

‘Alfred will surely come here.’

“Wedding gift…”

Keivrand’s voice was cold. Iris looked up at him without wavering.

“You seem to have misunderstood something, Irie. I have no obligation to give you a wedding gift. The deal was for you to not reveal that I’m a beastman, and for me to take you as Countess Green. By all accounts that should be the end.”

“Count Green’s accounts are not accurate. What I have is your life, don’t you think our marriage leans more to one side?”

“I don’t think so, Irie.”

Keivrand strode over the table and lifted Iris’ chin with his index finger. His grayish-blue eyes rose with grim killing intent.

“What I have is also your life.”

Again, Iris’ eyes didn’t waver. The killing intent that seems to want to tear her throat apart, Iris embraced it without fear.

Keivrand liked Iris’ attitude, but he didn’t have to let her live. With a noose around her neck, Iris wanted to know how far she could go in this life.

“You’re such a narrow-minded man…”

As unexpected words flowed from Iris’ thick lips, Keivrand’s killing intent collapsed.

Iris’ lips crept up.

“I didn’t know that the great Count Green was a man who couldn’t even give Lavent’s gold mine to his stubborn and greedy wife.”

Iris murmured softly. Keivrand tried to stop himself from bursting into laughter.

“Don’t take me as such an incompetent man, Irie.”

“That depends on you.”

“You’re stubborn, greedy, and even picky.”

“You’ll have to get used to it.”

Keivrand’s eyes folded into a crescent shape. He stared at Iris for a while and asked.

“What do you want to do with Lavent’s gold mine?”

“Having lived, I must have a lot of money.”

“How long have you lived?”

“Enough to surprise you.”

Iris got up and walked toward the window. Her silver hair shone brilliantly in the sunlight coming through the window.

Each step she took, the end of her robe fluttered as Keivrand watched in a daze.

It was only a small woman walking, but he couldn’t understand why it seemed as if the gravity of the world was gathered around her.

“The Green family is a very honorable family, and even without money, they are respected by all. But respect alone isn’t enough.”

Iris said as she looked out the window.

Bathed by the sunlight, she looked as if she would disappear beyond Keivrand’s grasp.

Keivrand approached Iris’ side.

“Irie, what the hell do you want to do?”

“At first, the stifling South. Then from the rugged West to the frigid North and finally the prosperous East.”

Iris turned her head towards Keivrand.

“I’ll put them all under my feet.”

Keivrand narrowed his forehead slightly.

“You have a big dream, Irie. Even the Emperors of the Gavizar Empire had failed to fulfill such aspirations.”

The Gavizar Empire was the richest country on the continent of Eleron. The previous Emperors of the Gavizar Empire have tried in many ways to make their mark on Eleron, but no one has succeeded.

Keivrand thought that Iris, who had lived quietly in Duke Whittle’s mansion, could have such a ridiculous dream because she didn’t know how big the world was.

“Well, it remains to be seen whether Lavent’s gold mine will be my wallet to fill my self-interest, or the paving stone which puts this continent beneath my feet.”

Iris’ index finger poked Keivrand in the chest. Her violet eyes glowed a little playfully as she looked up at him.

“If you’re a man with interest, then invest in me.”

In fact, Keivrand could freely give Lavent’s gold mine as a gift to Iris. Whether she bought dresses or jewelry with the profit from the gold mine made no difference to him.

However, to him, having such a meaningless conversation with Iris was simply fun.

He didn’t believe Iris’ aspirations of having the continent beneath her feet.

If Iris one day enjoyed the luxury that comes from Lavent’s gold mine, he would tease her a little bit about today’s conversation, and then smile saying it was okay.

With such thoughts, Keivrand nodded.

“Okay, Countess Green. You will have Lavent’s gold mine.”

== Translator’s Note ==

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