Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? Chapter 47.2

Unlike when they came here, they came back with crates full of loot.

Looking at it, Glenn thought he must have seen a similar sight somewhere.

'…It was a procession mobilizing the bride's dowry, probably.'

Even then, Glenn had never imagined that marriage would save him.

Once he thought of Nadia, his thoughts about her continued to confuse him.

What on earth in him did she fall for?

Glenn still couldn't understand how Nadia could be so fervently devoted to someone whom she had seen only a few times from afar.

But Nadia was too smart to consider her insane.

'They say the difference between a genius and a madman is only by a piece of paper, if that's the case…'

She even betrayed her own father to help a man from her family's enemy.

At this point, she went beyond devoting her body and mind to the level of dedicating her entire life.

“Glenn, here you are.”

Then, as if she had read his mind, Nadia suddenly approached and started talking to him.

Glenn looked back at her, startled.

He was so absorbed in his other thoughts that he didn't even notice she was coming close to him.

“I have something to tell you before we leave.”

Nadia was wearing a thick robe over her dress.

Perhaps because of the contrast with her dark clothes, her clean, white skin seemed to shine even more.

Green eyes under well-groomed eyebrows.  Beneath her little nose her lips, which were of a healthy pink color, moved.

“When we get to Winterfell Castle and march to the inner border, about that….”

Even with her thick robes on, her slim figure made her look so frail that a single northern winter wind would blow her away.

She was definitely a beauty.  A beauty who bore no resemblance to her father.

Glenn, of course, thought she had a pretty face from the first moment he saw her.

But this was the first time that that fact had touched his heart as deeply as it did now.

Why hadn't she noticed until now?  Glenn stared at her face like he was possessed by something.

“….It would be better not to reveal anything.”

Then, at some point, he started to feel his heart beating fast.

To add more, he felt that his body was getting hot because he was looking at Nadia for a long time.

Nope, even making eye contact with her seemed to be straining.  He had to struggle to keep his eyes from meeting Nadia's.

'Why am I feeling all of a sudden?'

Even as Glenn stood still, his heart thumped, and heat rushed to his face, making it difficult to make eye contact with a particular lady.

Glenn, who briefly questioned the state of his body, realized before long.

He now knew what these feelings were.  All the circumstances clearly pointed him to one conclusion.

'It's a feeling of guilt!'

In a situation where he couldn't respond positively to the confession of the woman who saved him many times, Glenn must be feeling a sense of debt.

He could falsely gesture to Nadia that he had the same mind as her.

But that wouldn't be polite to her either.  If Nadia realized the truth, she would be deeply hurt.

Of course Glenn was grateful to her from the bottom of his heart.

Je was willing to do anything he could to help her live in peace in this foreign part of the country.

Except for accepting her confession.

That was a separate matter from holding his grateful heart.

A person's heart, especially to feel love for the opposite sex, was not something that could be done according to one's will.

“Are you listening to me?”

Then, Nadia's voice pulled his consciousness into reality.

“Yes?”

“Look at you.  You weren't listening.”

When Glenn came to his senses, he saw Nadia, her eyes narrowed, looking up at him.

Come to think of it, she said she came because she had something to say.  For a while, he felt like he was transported to another world, as if possessed by something.

Her clear words reached his ears, but did not seem to reach his brain.  He barely came to his senses and answered.

“Sorry.  I was thinking about something else for a while….”

“There are many things to think about, so you can leave that to me.  About the welcoming ceremony when we enter the border, I have something to tell you about my position at that time.”

To be honest, the welcoming ceremony was not a big event.

Only the extent to which people gathered along the way to the inner sanctum after the return of the army.

But since this was her first time doing this, it must be on her mind.

Chapter end