âWonât you try what I made? I tried my best.â
I felt as though my cheeks were going to be struck with paralysis, but I lifted the corners of my mouth and suppressed the urge to shake my head like crazy. Martha hummed as she laid out the contents of the basket onto the table.
It was that very moment.
â-Martha, move!â
I hurriedly pushed Martha away from the table as I instinctively caught onto the scent of danger.
âMilady!â
Marthaâs shout was drowned by an explosive sound.
It was the sky. Or perhaps the roof of the estate.
Abruptly, a body fell onto the parasol from above, and from the collision, not only the parasol but also the basket and the table shattered into pieces.
It was a secret that I felt relief when I saw the fate of the basket.
The splinters scattered and brushed past my cheeks and arms. The surroundings were filled with dust.
âMilady! Are you alright?â
Marthaâs desperate voice echoed around my ears, but I couldnât move my stiff body.
It was due to the gaze of the man, who stood up normally despite having crash-landed with a thunderous commotion. The gaze was that of a beastâs. An untamed, no, untameable pair of red eyes shone brightly as he looked straight at me.
My jaw tightened after identifying the manâs face.
The hair that seemed to burn looked as though it was flying about freely. His eyes were slanted upwards, and there was a very clear scar on top of his copper-skinned nose. And a pink scar that appeared to have appeared not too long ago slashed across his eye. Despite being roughed up and filled with wounds, the man was undeniably a very handsome man. A handsome man whose very charm was the aura of the wilderness.
âHey, lady.â
He smiled, revealing his teeth, especially his sharp canines.
I frowned but allowed my lips to curve upwards. Haha, I truly have no luck at all.
âI have no memory of inviting you.â
Even at my low voice, the person who shamelessly shrugged his shoulders was most definitely âJack Pontonâ. He was one of Yuriâs men and a handsome werewolf man. He was most certainly dangerous.
âHey, why does that matter. Lady, arenât you the fool who brings back home men youâve never invited?â
âŚâŚ And out of the four male protagonists, his mouth was the dirtiest and his manners had been eaten away.
âTalk shit elsewhere, Jack Ponton. How dare you trespass into a Dukeâs estate? Have you contracted rabies lately?â
At my words, his smile disappeared. Jack had a hot temperament with a single-celled brain, so he easily fell to my taunt.
I gestured for the duchyâs guards.
Jack growled.
âWhat. It seems like you know me quite well? Then you shouldnât have done something so stupid like just now. You think mere humans can block me?â
Nope. I bit my lower lip.
Though I was angry, his words were true. Though Jack, from amongst the werewolves, was someone who always carried the title of second place, the author had made him far superior in terms of strength with humans. There was even a scene in the novel where several guards of the Royal Elite Force charged towards him, but he easily took them down.
However, that didnât mean I couldnât just stand here and not do anything. This was the Fordebrandt Estate where there were many servants and footmen, and Yona. If Jack was to harm them in any wayâŚâŚ.
He hated humans in the first place.
âFuckâŚâŚ Donât make me mad. I wonât kill anyone as long as the lady listens to me. These bastards.â
Jack crossed his arms and looked around at the guards who had surrounded him.
What should I do? I feel like I should obediently listen to what he has to say.
ButâŚâŚ A request that caused one of the werewolves, whoâve always kept a wall between the humans and themselves, to trespass willy-nilly, it didnât seem like it would be an easy request.
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After a long period of consideration, I opened my mouth.
âI-.â
However, Jack started flailing about and swearing.
âAh, shit!â
At the sudden curses, my eyes grew round and I stared straight in front of me.