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Jubelian.

At my na, I reflexively turned towards the speaker. My father, who I had hoped would return two days later, was standing in front of .Why is he here?!

I tried to keep calm and said, Welco back, Father.

He stared at

as I struggled to gather my words. Thank you, he finally said.

You must be tired from the training. Why dont you get so rest? I began to get up from the bench to avoid spending more ti with him, but he gently placed his hand on my shoulder.

No, I have sothing that I need to say right now.

I observed him with trembling eyes and beca aware of my predicant.Im ruined

Jubelian, my father said. As he gazed at

with cold eyes, I braced myself for his next words.

Hes taking his ti to get to the point. Its obvious what he wants to talk about.When I made up my mind to steer the topic away from the marriage list, my father took his hand off my shoulder.

From now on you wont be left alone, he said quietly.

I doubted having heard him correctly.What does he an by that?He didnt even ntion the person who wouldnt leave

alone, but I was soon able to co up with various explanations.

Is he going to keep

under surveillance, so I wont be able to run away from the marriage?As I imagined such possibilities, I looked at him with confusion.

He stared at

and asked, Have you eaten dinner?

No, I replied truthfully to his sudden question.

My father furrowed his eyebrows. If you keep skipping als, you will pass out again.

It seed like he was worried about , but I knew better.If I keep passing out, it will be difficult to marry

off to the crown prince He just wants

to be in pri condition for marriage.

I was wondering if I should pass out at a social event to ruin his plans when he said, You must never pass out again.

He sounded like he was going to punish

if I did, so I discarded this idea.Ah, maybe theres a limit to what I can do.As I lanted to myself for being the villainess in this novel, my father took my hand.

Lets go eat.

I wasnt hungry because of all the snacks I ate earlier, but I didnt refuse him out of worry that he might get upset.I must eat dinner with him to avoid trouble.

I convinced myself to hold my fathers hand. Although he was cruel for trying to marry

off to a tyrant prince, his hand was big and warm.

When I was little, I used to follow him around just because I wanted to hold this hand.It was amusing that I couldnt hold his hand when I desperately wanted to, but I could now that I had let all lingering attachnts go.He doesnt an anything to

anymore.

I let him guide

into the dining room. The ti it took us to get here felt longer than usual.

Sit down.

This is really awkward,I thought as I followed his order.

Although this wasnt the first ti I was dining with my father, we usually didnt talk when we were eating. Our silence beca so ingrained that I didnt find it awkward, but today was different becauseIm anticipating what hes going to say.

When I sighed, my father said, I heard that you are going to a banquet next week.

It was obvious why he suddenly ntioned Roses birthday party.Hes going to criticize my decision to go.

I collected my thoughts. Yes, I replied with a smile. I was invited to a birthday banquet hosted by Rose Mario Arlo, the esteed daughter of Count Arlo.

My dad raised his knife and gracefully sliced his steak. Who will your partner be?

In the book that my father had given , several tactics could be employed in conversations. One thod was to disturb the opponents emotions. Another, the standard thod, was precise in that it cut to the chase and kept the opponent from escaping. Of all thods, my father had used the standard one on !

He wouldnt find fault with

if I had a partner, but the problem wasI dont have one yet.It wasnt like I didnt try. Although it was more comfortable to be alone, I didnt want to stick out in the cliquish and conservative aristocratic social scene.

Several people even wanted to be my partner. All I had to do was choose oneThere was a reason why I didnt, however. After seeing the marriage list, I beca so occupied with finding a counterasure that it had completely slipped my mind.

I smiled awkwardly at my father.Ah, what should I say now?

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