# Chapter 34
"…Yes?"
Ekla blinked her large, round eyes as she stared at me.
Maybe because her eyes were red, she looked like a little rabbit.
"You said that you learned the language of the Empire because you wanted to work in it and restore the rights of the Voglish people, right? Then let's start this project together. Operating the Civil Guard will definitely help improve the conditions of the minorities residing in the Umfa region!"
I spoke excitedly, but Eclat still seemed confused and unable to comprehend the situation.
“I find your suggestion really excellent. But since this is your first mission, and since you have not lived long in the Empire, perhaps you do not fully understand its circumstances.”
The people of Voglisch have no conscription system or army, and I myself did not understand why the soldiers rejected the idea of the Civil Guard until Edmund explained it to me. Of course, Ecla didn't know why her idea was a problem.
“Ah...”
Finally she began to process my words, and her wavy silver hair shook as she moved her head.
“I wanted to do better in doing the work His Highness has assigned me, because I actually… admire him.”
Her cheeks reddened a little.
“So I wanted to make a good impression on him, and apparently my enthusiasm made me rush.”
“Are you saying that you… love Edmund?”
“Yes. I fell in love with him at first sight.”
Ecla held my hand tightly.
“So, Olivia, please help me! It seems that His Highness trusts and relies on you a lot.”
“H…really?”
I didn't know if Edmund really trusted me, but the idea that Eclat was in love with him seemed shocking to me.
How could she like that rude man? Is it because she is the heroine assigned to him in the story?
***
While I was thinking about this, I returned to Admin's office, and at the entrance I saw a huge dog...no, but a large man poking his head inside.
“Mr. Gallerhead?”
When I called him, he slowly turned around, then smiled at me with a bright smile.
Maybe because his hair was silver, his face seemed luminous.
"What's the matter? Aren't we meeting in the evening?"
“Oh, I was worried about your forehead.”
He said this while smiling and staring at the wound.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it doesn't hurt.”
Maybe because I took a painkiller for my shoulder, I didn't feel any pain.
“Oh~ It seems he came worried about you.”
Becky said in a loud, excited voice, and Galerhyde's cheeks reddened as he scratched his cheek sheepishly.
"Of course I worry. What if a mark remains on such a beautiful forehead?"
His tone was so warm that the female employees let out soft screams.
Is he a natural flirt? How could he say such embarrassing things so easily?
“Gallerhead, I hired you in the medical department, so what are you doing here? You know that I hate more than anything those who get paid without working.”
Edmund's voice suddenly came from behind him. He had just returned from his lunch break.
His bright red gaze scanned Galerhead from head to toe with evident coldness.
“I actually came to work.”
Galerhyde said and extended his hand towards me.
“Shall we go?”
“N-yes!”
I shyly extended my fingers, and his large, warm palm gently cupped my hand.
Oh my God, our steps are moving so fast! And that's good! Oh yes!
“Where are you two going?”
But after just a few steps, I felt another hand holding my other hand.
Edmund grabbed my opposite wrist and shouted, "We're in work time! Lunch time is over!"
“We were just going to be sterilized.”
"Do it later! After work!"
Oh my God, what bad nature is this?
“But I have to clean the wound now.”
Galerhyde did not seem to intend to back down, as he clenched his fist slightly.
And Edmund didn't want to let go of my hand either.
“Umm...”
Having my arms pulled from both sides was not a comfortable feeling at all, especially since Galerheid's hand was holding the arm affected by the shoulder, and the pain began to return.
The two exchanged sharp glances for a while, then Edmund suddenly let go of my hand.
But he did that after he pulled me, and I almost tripped.
“Try leaving now, you'll be working tonight!”
truly? Could the hero of a romance novel have such a terrible temper?
I took a deep breath and turned to Galerhyde.
"Sorry. I'll come after work."
"decent."
He smiled and gently patted my head.
“How is your ankle?”
I moved my feet a little and said, “Perfectly fine!”
But as soon as I said that, sadness suddenly appeared on his face.
"Now that I think about it, maybe your ankle isn't fully healed yet. Is it okay for you to walk around like this?"
“Right, what’s this idea? A sick girl like this should stay home and rest!”
Edmund growled again and grabbed my left hand to drag me back to the office.
Is it possible for my dinner date to be canceled because of my ankle? impossible!
“I'm really fine!”
I must find out if Galerhead is the master, and I must win his heart.
"Okay, but if you feel pain later, tell me right away. We can go out on another date, right?"
I nodded, looking at his gentle smile.
He's really a gentle man, maybe because he's a doctor.
***
“It seems that you came to work for love, not for work.”
Edmund said coldly, wiping his gloves, looking annoyed.
He's the one who held my hand first, so what is he thinking?
I re-wrapped my wrists and sat down.
The office atmosphere continued to become tense throughout the afternoon.
The office was usually quiet, but today the atmosphere was darker than usual.
“Why are the bookshelves so messed up? Olivia, tidy them up now!”
“Ah, Your Highness, excuse me. This is Campbell’s assignment starting today...”
The employees take turns arranging the office shelves, and today it was Campbell's turn, not mine.
Campbell hurried towards the shelves, and Edmund muttered indignantly: “Damn…”
His low words echoed throughout the silent office.
When the boss is in a bad mood, there is one rule: run away quickly when work ends!
It seemed like everyone thought like me, so they started working like crazy.
I was determined to leave the office on time for my appointment!
I plunged into work.
The amount of paperwork that needed to be completed today seemed to be more than usual, but I was able to finish it on time.
I took my small mirror out of the drawer to check my appearance one last time. I arranged my bangs, which Gallerheid had delegated, as he patted my head, and then applied lipstick again.
Truly, the devil did Olivia well!
“Olivia, I want you to settle your annual tax schedule by today!”
“What? This is end-of-the-month work!”
“Do you dare to answer?”
“...No, Your Highness.”
Could Edmund...? No, what am I thinking now? impossible.
“Here is the schedule, Your Highness.”
Fortunately I had already been working on it.
Otherwise I would have been late for my first appointment!
“You got it done so quickly?”
“Of course. You know I work hard, which is why you chose me to be your personal assistant, right?”
Of course I was working hard to get his recognition of my competence, but also because this position is excellent and has a high salary.
“Then I ask permission to leave.”
It's date time!
“Wait!”
He shouted behind me, but I couldn't be late for our first dinner date.
I ignored him and left the office, wondering why bosses always insisted on giving assignments right before work ended.
I walked down the corridor, his angry voice echoing behind me like closing music, heading towards the medical department.
"Mr. Gallerhead! I've finished my work!"
In other words: It's time for our date!
I opened the door excitedly, and was greeted by his handsome face and the strong smell of disinfectant.
“Uh, Olivia, hello. We need to sterilize your forehead first.”
While I was expecting us to come out immediately, he had lined up the instruments and bandages and started sterilizing.
“No need, I'm fine.”
"But if there's a trace left, I'll be sad. I'll re-wrap the ankle bandage, too."
Well, it's okay if dinner is a little late. He needs to finish his work so he can have peace of mind.
He examined my forehead and ankles carefully, then changed his gloves again.
The scar on the back of his right hand caught my eye.
Galerheid and Edmund both wear gloves...is it common for people who have been shot to do this?
Maybe I should have looked for guys with gloves instead of scars. In any case, this indicates a strong psychological complex.
"Have you been waiting long? Let's go to dinner now."
“It is you who are tired, Mr. Gallerhead.”
I did nothing but sit.
“Fortunately, the work ended early.”
“I promised you dinner, and I didn’t want to delay you, so I worked extra hard today.”
“Hmm...Olivia, could you call me more friendly?”
“Huh?”
“The title ‘Master’ sounds too formal. I would like to be closer to you than that.”