Volgograd (2)

The magic carriage raced along the road back to the city, but the atmosphere inside was like a powder keg baking beneath the blazing sun, ready to explode at any moment.

"Are you just going to watch him treat me so rudely?" Margherita's voice carried barely restrained fury as she stared sharply at Preston across from her, both hands clenched into fists.

Preston rubbed his temples, feeling as if his head were about to explode.

He had known Margherita since childhood. Their engagement had been arranged under his mother's guidance.

Back then, they had both been children who knew nothing.

As they grew older, Preston became absorbed in magical research, yearning to become a true high-ranking mage.

Meanwhile, Margherita gradually revealed the wildness and freedom in her nature. She did not want to be trapped in a lavish castle. She wanted to become a female warrior who galloped across the battlefield and see a wider world.

Preston had always understood her stubbornness and was glad that she could live so passionately for herself.

But that understanding seemed powerless before reality—his mother had never agreed that the engagement could be called off, while Margherita herself... clearly did not truly have any expectations for this marriage either.

"It's a misunderstanding between you two." Preston did his best to speak in a soothing tone. "He already explained it to me."

"A misunderstanding?" Margherita's voice suddenly rose an octave, fury blazing in her eyes. "I don't think there's any misunderstanding! He has to apologize to me! And—and he has to kneel on the ground and lick my boots while apologizing!"

"Alright, alright, I understand." Preston hurriedly agreed. "The next time I see Viscount Ange, I'll definitely make him apologize to you exactly as you said."

Margherita stared at him suspiciously, as if trying to