The Indecisive and Hesitant Roel

"Hehehe~ You guessed it right. I want you to be my partner and husband."

Because she grabbed and held his chin, their faces were so close.

Even Roel himself could feel her breath, thanks to the minimal distance between them.

"Badumb!"

His heart skipped a beat, and embarrassment swiftly enveloped him, staining his handsome face with a sudden blush.

In an instant, he composed himself, masking the awkward moment with a feigned cough.

"Cough! Freya, you're embarrassing me. Please don't get too close." Roel quickly averted his gaze and gently freed her grasp on his chin.

It marked the first time he felt his face grow so hot.

In all honesty, the flawless beauty of Freya's face was so captivating that he couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment when observing her up close like this.

Perhaps not just him, but any straight man being stared at from such close quarters by her would likely find it impossible to remain unaffected.

In addition, he had never encountered a significant relationship with the opposite sex since his rebirth in this world.

Furthermore, in his previous life, he never had a girlfriend or wife throughout his entire existence until he was reincarnated into this world.

'(Damn it, I must look pathetic, getting so easily embarrassed by this woman. My composure is embarrassing, almost like the protagonist in a Japanese novel.)' Roel complained inwardly, feeling dissatisfied with himself.

Indeed, with his handsome face and his previous status, he could have easily won the affection of any woman he desired.

Whether it was the princesses of the three empires of mankind or even the noble-born princesses, he could have any of them if he truly desired.

However, Roel was too lazy to pursue relationships, preferring to channel his efforts into learning magic and engaging in other endeavors that he found more rewarding.

This dedication eventually led him to become the youngest level 10 mage in history!

On the other hand, observing the sudden burst of embarrassment on Roel's face, Freya couldn't help but chuckle.

"Pffft! Your face is as red as an apple," she teased, intensifying Roel's embarrassment.

In response, he swiftly suppressed his discomfort and shifted the topic.

"Ahem! Is that truly the only method for me to heal?" Roel inquired with a slight breath, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction.

Observing his effort to change the topic, Freya simply smiled and refrained from further teasing.

"Indeed, that's the only method I have to heal you. By the way, I can only extend the duration of relief from the effects of this poison for another month. The bandage wrapped around you is a manifestation of my dragon essence, designed to suppress the poison inside your body," Freya explained, extending her index finger to press it against the bandage beneath his shirt.

This startled Roel, and he soon found himself succumbing to anxiety.

"Another month? So, after that period, will the effects of the poison still be bearable?" he asked with a hint of hesitation.

"Of course it can, but its efficacy will diminish further. Applying a new bandage might only extend the effect to twenty days. After that, diminishing returns will persist as the poison inside your body develops resistance, reducing the suppressive effect of the bandage," Freya explained, shaking her head.

Upon hearing this, Roel fell silent, already guessing that the poison they were discussing was the poison of the king of hell, a power of unquestionable potency.

"Hey~" Roel sighed, moving stiffly as he massaged his forehead to relax.

He remained uncertain about whether to agree to Freya's proposal.

After all, choosing to become her partner wasn't a straightforward decision; it was an exceedingly challenging one.

He wasn't certain about the potential consequences of truly becoming her partner, which could be unimaginable.

For instance, if he were discovered by the people of the human race, he would undoubtedly be branded a traitor for colluding with the dragon race.

Freya also refrained from pressuring him and sat quietly, allowing him the time to reconsider her offer.

After contemplating for a while, Roel lifted his head and gazed at Freya with a composed expression.

"Can you give me some time? I'll give you an answer later tonight. Does that work for you?" His words appeared to have been expected by her, earning a nod without objection.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it; take your time to think it through," Freya said with a faint smile, slowly rising and gathering the tableware that had been tidied up earlier.

Turning towards Roel, she gazed at him with warmth in her eyes.

"I'll return tonight. Please rest well," she softly assured him.

"Thank you, Freya." Roel sighed appreciatively, grateful for the time she had given him to ponder.

"Um." Freya nodded slightly, concealing a faint smile on her lips that went unnoticed by Roel.

Afterwards, she walked out, leaving him seemingly still lost in contemplation.