The two of them entered the restaurant just in front of their meeting place. Winter grabbed Violet’s wrist as she headed for the stairs.
“It’s on the fifth floor. You can’t walk.”
“My bedroom is also on the fifth floor.”
In response, Winter spoke to Hael who stood about five steps behind them.
“Tell them to install an elevator at home.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Hael ran off at once. Violet sighed a little. It must have been a pain for him to drag her body around.
As soon as the elevator reached the fifth floor, Violet stopped still. The wall facing the beach was entirely made of glass, so that she could not only see the oceans, but also the pure white sandy beach, the blue sky, and the Larkround geese with orange lines on their heads that scattered the shoreline.
Violet sat by the window and couldn’t take her eyes off the view. It was the first time she’d ever witnessed such a beautiful scene.
The restaurant’s cuisine mainly consisted of Southeastern seafood. Without an excess of butter or cream, Violet found the dishes refreshing.
Whilst they ate, Winter spoke with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“……You were right.”
“Sorry?”
“My lineage. I’m not a sorcerer, but when I investigated the Kanix family, there was a history of my ancestors swapping bodies with others. Although, I haven’t found any records detailing the reasons or methods.”
“I see.”
“And the contract you handled was excellent. I’ll give you a reward.”
A reward for his wife. They’d been married for three years, but he didn’t understand her at all.
Violet was satisfied with just doing a good job on the contract, but she thought for a while about the ‘reward’ before speaking.
“Then, will you accompany me for your father’s birthday next month?”
“My time is worth more than that. I meant items.”
“……I see.”
When she answered quietly and said nothing else, Winter replied with annoyance,
“I can’t stand your attitude. If you have something else to say, just say it. Don’t be so suffocating.”
“If you want me to say something…….”
Violet opened her mouth after thinking for a moment.
“There is something. A question.”
“Say it.”
“If I died, would you go to my funeral?”
When Violet asked something he hadn’t expected, Winter whipped his head up to look at Violet.
“Because you are. How many times have you been hit in your entire life? Have you ever been imprisoned or tied up? No. Have you ever experienced starvation because of a lack of money?”
Violet shut her mouth at his words. Winter spoke sarcastically,
“Or is it that you’re trying to threaten me?”
“…….”
She thought she had a lot to say, but the moment she started talking to him, Violet couldn’t say anything more.
The conversation broke down there, but after the meal was over, Violet asked him again.
“Even so. If I died.”
“…….”
“Would you have given me a day of your time?”
His wife’s funeral. Even though he should have laughed, Winter unconsciously imagined Violet’s funeral; he tried to answer, but found that he couldn’t utter a word once again.
What was he making all this money for?
To flatten her nose[1]. That’s why he was making money. But if she died, then what would it all be for?
Even though his wife was always polite whilst he was always rude, Winter always felt as if the beloved Princess was looking down on him, a vulgar foreigner. It was the same at the wedding.
On their first meeting, their wedding day, Winter was completely overwhelmed by Violet Lawrance as she stepped down from her carriage.
With the ground crunching underfoot, Winter met her eyes and moved to kiss the back of her outstretched hand; his mind was full with the thought of wanting to do nothing but escape.
As he kissed her, he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind that she must’ve thought he was pathetic.
He had never imagined that his aristocratic walk, which he’d worked hard on improving in the past few days, was a daily routine for Violet, as well as wearing such a breathtaking dress so naturally; he hadn’t imagined that there was a chance that his manners would be shown up in such a way.
He had nothing to satisfy this noble woman, and not even a scrap of money left in his possession.
So, first of all, money. That was the one thing he could get.
When Winter no longer replied, the conversation ended there once again.