Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Ferdinand Werner.

He was Arjan’s fiancé.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you in a long time as well.”

Molitia then gestured to Lyndon to step down. Ferdinand’s expression instantly became much more elated when he saw that Lyndon had stepped back—dissatisfied.

“Are you just about to stop by at this store?”

“No, actually, I was just passing by.”

Molitia’s words were rather cynical. But it wasn’t a lie as when she saw him, the thought of stopping by disappeared in an instant.

“Do you know that there’s a delicious kind of chocolate over here? The Duke of Linerio is even rumored to have shopped right here.”

“Oh, yes.”

Unlike Ferdinand, who appeared wanting to draw a response from her somehow, Molitia was filled with desire to avoid this position at all cost. She didn’t want to get involved with Arjan any longer.

“I’m rather busy right now. So, I’ll be on my way. I hope that you’ll have a great time.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that you’re thinking about leaving even when we just met here by accident. Now that we’re already here, why don’t we move to another place and have a talk instead?”

“No, I’m really busy. It’s better for me to put off shopping until next time.”

Molitia immediately turned around. When she shifted without even exchanging any greetings properly, he felt utterly insulted.

“Okay then, bye.”

“You, really…!”

It was at the moment when Ferdinand, who could no longer contain his anger, began to reach out before grabbing her arm.

“Stop it.”

Lyndon responded coldly, while seizing his hand.

Lyndon’s eyes, which had always been rather relaxed, were already black and blue.

Molitia, who was protected by the air that was surrounding him, flinched as well, but Ferdinand was already facing her with such an ugly expression on his face. His blue complexion was staring at Lyndon with trembling eyes, which were not recovering easily.

“You keep on trying to put that little hand of yours on someone precious, so let’s just stop here. It’s filthy.”

“What—this bastard!”

Ferdinand, who finally managed to regain his senses, began seething. There was a strong backlash against himself to hide those fingers of his that began shaking slightly, but Lyndon didn’t even lift a single hand at all.

“That’s not him, it’s that knight who follows the Duke of Linerio.”

It was at that moment that Ferdinand’s eyes, which had been trembling, started returning as usual. At the same time when the word ‘knight’ was uttered, the corners of his mouth began to draw themselves callously.

“Oh, the knights.”

His loud voice instantly made all the listeners feel bad. Unlike Lyndon, who was as silent as the grave, Molitia’s face began to frown instantly.

“Can a mere knight who hasn’t even been bestowed a title stand in my way?”

“Gloriously. I was commanded to guard by nobles—like you.”

“How dare you.”

Molitia could tolerate no longer when his hand began heading towards the sword at his waist. Molitia immediately took a stand in front of Lyndon.

“If you dare touch my Knight, I won’t let you off.”

Ferdinand’s eyes dropped as her soft hands were trembling firmly. He was more comfortable with her as he closed in on her, who was much smaller compared to that of Lyndon with a relative edge.

“Ha ha, Lady Molitia. There must be some sort of a misunderstanding, but I won’t be honored to draw my sword to that shallow bastard.”

Ferdinand was calling her by her name, not by her title. Therefore, it wasn’t only Molitia, but Lyndon, too, had made a relentless expression.

‘You couldn’t interrupt the path of a noble lady, so you simply call her by name?’

Lyndon’s fingertips were turning white with seething anger.

”It’s just too much to be called just by name only after a mere couple of encounters.”

“I apologize if it was rather unpleasant.”

Despite Ferdinand’s seemingly gentle retreat, Molitia just couldn’t relax her expression that easily. She couldn’t consider him well within that detestable chattering of his.

“Why on earth are you trying to approach me?”

“We’ll see each other more often anyway. I think that it’d prove good for us to meet each other in the future if we were to get used to each other’s own faces.”

“I’m afraid I don’t intend to do so.”

“Molitia, come on.”

Ferdinand was persistently looming over Molitia, who had already drawn a line without ever giving him any chances at all. Despite the fact that he had been stopped several times, he still tried to stick to her as if he was clinging onto something.

It was at that moment when Lyndon was just about to step up to the point of futility. Molitia then reached back before trying to calm Lyndon down.

Once Lyndon drew his sword, it was utterly clear to say that this place would fall into ruin. She had to end this with only words from her own mouth.

Furthermore, the current opponent was the heir of a Marquis. It was a definite fact that the Marquis would be behind him, even if hadn’t been given any kind of title yet.