The Writers of Legend (One)

Saroma furrowed her eyebrows and looked impatient once more. "You must have a very good reason for coming back to this topic?"

Thales let out a forced cough. "Saroma—"

But before he could finish, Ian chuckled.

"No offense, My Lady, but don't see yourself as too important." The heir of the City of Faraway Prayers raised a finger and shook his head slightly. "You must know that not everyone is crying, fighting, and getting bruised and battered just to marry you."

Saroma's expression changed.

Ian suddenly turned and looked at Thales with a mysterious expression. "Right?"

Thales felt awkward. He let out a few unnatural coughs again. "Saroma, he means that—"