Chapter 107:


    What do you want to do?


    It was rare for Lennox to ask such a question.


    Juliet knew from past experience that she had to be careful answering this question. Duringst summers vacation, when she said she wanted to ride a boat


    In the end, we didnt get to enjoy the boat.


    Instead of boating, they had to cancel all their ns and return to the manor.


    That incident hurt her quite a bit. When she woke up from her distress, he mentioned that he had bought a boat.


    <i> You wanted a boat, didnt you?</i>


    However, theres a big difference between a small boat floating in ake and arge galley.


    Juliet.


    Urging her to respond, when the Duke called her, Juliet felt a bit anxious.


    What is he up to?


    But Juliet wasnt naive enough to simply trust him and blurt out her wish.


    And she didnt want to mingle with people.


    She also didnt want to stay cooped up in her bedroom at the vi for days on end. She thought it would only be for a few months, but she couldnte up with a proper excuse.


    It seemed like shed inevitably end up following Lennoxs lead.


    Ah.


    Juliet, lost in thought, noticed the servants downstairs cutting oil-soaked red paper.


    It seemed to be distributed to the guests in the mansion gathered in the greenhouse. It was an old winter custom.


    Could I get some of that paper?


    When she went downstairs and asked, the servants happily gave her some.


    It was a gamemonly yed by children in winter, folding the paper to wish for good luck. In reality, it was meant to guide visitors so they wouldnt lose their way.


    By folding the papernterns and lighting them at the window, it was said to repel bad spirits and bring good fortune.


    Here.


    With a curious look, Juliet handed arge sheet of paper to the man standing beside her.


    What should I do with this?


    Fold it.


    I asked what you wanted to do.


    I want to make this.


    Seeing his expression sour, Juliet quickly added:


    Together.


    Lennox looked incredulous, but Juliet somehow felt satisfied.


    Considering it was a spur-of-the-moment idea, it was a good solution. At least there wouldnt be any needless waste of money.


    It wouldnt harm anyone, and more importantly, there wouldnt be any unnecessary hurt feelings.


    She didnt care if Lennox found it ridiculous. If he regretted doing something foolish, he might not bother her again.


    However, while Juliet was skillfully making the paperntern, Lennox just quietly watched her.


    Juliet wasnt particrly crafty, but she made this red paperntern quite well. She had memories of folding it with her parents every winter. She got scolded every time for ying with fire.


    Its beautifully made.


    A passing servantplimented her. But the man holding the paper in his hand said nothing.


    Juliet then realized that he had kept the paper exactly as she had handed it to him.


    Dont you know how to fold?


    I dont.


    Juliet blinked.


    It was the first time she heard him say he didnt know how to do something.


    Have you never tried it before?


    Never.


    She was a bit taken aback.


    At first, she thought he was joking, but Lennox Carlyle wasnt the kind to joke about such things.


    Come to think of it, she had never seen papernterns hung at the windows of the northern manor.


    But isnt it a custom of the North?


    It felt odd that the great noble family of the north didnt know about it.


    As Juliet lost for words looked at him, he raised an eyebrow in annoyance.


    Do I really need to know?


    Well, not necessarily.


    But every citizen of the Empire should know.


    Didnt everyone y with paper folding when they were young?


    Didnt your mother teach you? Juliet almost blurted that out.


    Then she remembered.


    Considering the harsh culture of the Ducal house, even if the previous Duke and Duchess had been alive, it didnt seem like they would have spent time folding papernterns together.


    After all, she doubted if this man even knew how to fold a napkin.


    Juliet decided to make amends. The servants of the mansion were sneakily watching them with curious eyes, and she felt ufortable.


    Give it to me.


    After getting a few more sheets of paper, she took him to an empty reception room.


    She thought he might mock her for doing something childish or want to leave halfway, but he obediently followed her.


    It was a bit strange.


    During her stay in the North, Juliet learned quite a bit from Lennox: how to use a crossbow, how to ride a horse, and some practical but brutal survival skills.


    She even learned a bit about how his knight order operated by observing from a distance. But this was the first time she was teaching him something.


    Just fold it like this. You get it, right?


    <i>Snap!</i>


    When she unfolded the intricately folded shape, a hexagonal form appeared.


    Juliet deliberately showed him slowly once more. But the man sitting across the table, resting his chin on his hand and looking down, only moved his eyes and responded.


    I dont get it.


    Just give me what you folded.


    I cant.


    Juliet, with a frown, snatched the finished product from his hand.


    Why?


    It means something when you make it yourself.


    Lennox red at Juliet but eventually replied.


    Fine.


    Hisrge hands folding the paper looked quite awkward, but his keen eyes and dexterity seemed unchanged.


    To everyones surprise, Lennox perfectly crafted the shape Juliet directed, with sharp and clean edges, to a somewhat disappointing extent.


    Now you just have to hang it by the window.


    Its trivial.


    Although he said so, Lennox obediently followed Juliets instructions.


    Trivial? Hanging it will prevent you from catching a cold all winter, said Juliet, and she paused awkwardly, Thats what my mother said


    Juliet blinked quietly.


    Hang it over there.


    Lennox didnt understand Juliets reaction but said nothing. He hung the paperntern where she pointed.


    This will prevent drafts during the winter.


    Lennox didnt believe that a piece of paper could prevent drafts.


    He didnt particrly feel the loss or deprivation of an unknown childhood. It was an emotion he had never felt before. However, seeing the woman smiling quietly at thentern he had hung, he felt an odd thirst.


    * * *


    Roy stood in the middle of a clearing in the forest.


    In the dense forest, where hardly any light prated, Roy quietly looked down at his feet.


    Below himy a giant brown wolf.


    You, you! You arrogant bastard!


    Graham red at Roy, but he couldnt move a finger.


    Even the forests unruly creatures strictly forbade killing their own kind.


    But Roy couldnt forgive the foolish Graham who nearly ruined his ns. He almost lost Juliet.


    Whats your problem?


    Annoyed, Roy stepped on his chest.


    Ugh!


    You.


    You used to call me half-baked.


    Graham groaned from below, but Roy didnt blink an eye.


    The current leader of their n was Hevaron. That was the known fact.


    However, in reality, the actual control had already passed to Hevarons youngest son, Romeo.


    Hevaron, dying, merely held the lordship as a symbol, or to conceal his mysterious intentions.


    In this situation, Roys brothers were the ones discontented.


    Roy was the youngest heir, bornst in their generation.


    Compared to his older siblings, who had already established themselves and even had children, Roy was merely a wild youngster.


    Graham, Roys elder brother, secretly hoped that Romeo would never find his lifelongpanion.


    Then, no matter how powerful Romeo was, hed remain a naive young lord.


    So you went to find apanion which I chose, right?


    Cough!


    Tsk. Roy clicked his tongue in displeasure.


    Direct descendants of the Lord of Lycanthropes were born with formidable regenerative powers. Regrettably, Graham was a sibling born from the same womb as Roy.


    Therefore, killing Graham want easy, unless you beheaded him. But on the flip side, Roy didnt need to hold back, as long as he didnt kill him.


    Damn.


    Roy knew why he was so impatient. In fact, he should be facing Juliet right now, not Graham.


    He recalled thest time he saw Juliets face at the pce banquet a few days ago.


    <i> Ill be back soon.</i>


    She always responded to that. Either she would nod with a smile or bid him a safe journey.


    But not this time. Roy desperately tried to read Juliets expression, but she just gave a reluctant smile, not as affectionate and familiar as before.


    Thats why he was restless. He had tried so hard to be kind to her.


    And it felt like all that effort was wasted.


    Ha, ha!


    Grahamughed with a deted sound.


    That human girl is thepanion you found?


    Roy didnt answer, just coldly looking down at his brother.


    Knowing he couldnt escape this situation, Graham openly mocked him.


    From the moment he found that human girl in the forest, Graham had a hunch.


    It wasnt hard to locate her. Roy had left plenty of his traces around her.


    Fool! That human girl will bring disaster!


    What?


    She has the Snowdrop! Such a woman is surely ill-fated!


    Snowdrop?


    Whats that?


    Roy tilted his head in confusion.