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  - Changes in Comparison -

  "Hurry up, pack your things." Zorian said irritably. He crossed his legs and sat down on one of the narrow rattan benches. His strong, muscular right hand supported his tilted head.

  He acted like a guest who should have been served but had not yet been served. "Or just take the whole house with you!. It won't take long!." His eyes rolled upward, staring at the mud-brick roof frame.

  "D*mn, what's so good about a house like this?. It would be destroyed by a storm."

  "Nye nye nye..." Itzayana, who had been busy putting her belongings into boxes, grumbled roughly to herself.

  'His way of speaking is really blunt. But he has a point...'

  Besides, this is a rented house. Getting it at an affordable price is something to be grateful for!.

  "Itzayana Ramona, no---. Itzayana Arzaan~!!" Zorian complained for the umpteenth time.

  "You're so insensitive!. I'm a guest, and you don't even serve me clean water!!." Hmph!! Zorian stamped his right foot on the unpaved floor.

  "Your Excellency, Your Honor. Can't you see what I'm doing?" Trying to be more patient, Itzayana responded gently to Zorian's words. The gentleness and exasperation in her voice were difficult for some people to distinguish.

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  "I haven't had a chance to entertain you yet. You didn't even help me pack."

  "That's not fair!" Itzayana smiled bitterly, her eyes narrowing and her lips curving into an irritatingly friendly smile.

  'If I could, I'd like to hit him just once.'

  Expanding on something as limited as Zorian's patience and concern, this crazy and annoying tyrant was truly extraordinary!. Exhausting to face.

  Hufff... Patience... Relax...

  Itzayana took a deep breath... Trying to stay calm even though her heart wanted to slaughter him because she knew that Zorian was being so fussy because his emotions were very difficult to translate into normal human emotions. In short, he missed Itzayana but found it difficult to explain, let alone put into words.

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  Clop... Clop... The horses' hooves danced on the rough and uneven road, following a long, regular rhythm.

  After a long silence and observation, Zorian protested, "No wonder. This area is really boring."

  "It's neglected, requires extra effort, and is very troublesome. But I didn't expect a forgotten region like this to be developed and at least fairly prosperous."

  'Relying on external energy from the Mystic forest.'

  Red irises stared blankly and observed the houses with their longing views of nature... The houses in the small village grew smaller as they traveled.

  "It's not what I imagined."

  ... Zorian rolled his eyes to the front, towards Itzayana who was sitting opposite him. His eyes immediately fixed on and softened at the figure of Itzayana, who liked to ponder in silence.

  Itzayana Ramona, she didn't have any congenital diseases. But why did she look so small and fragile!?.

  The currency here was also low, so she should be able to eat more. Unless she was a leaf-eating mammal.

  Zorian turned his attention back to the window. "..."

  "..."

  ' "HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS. At best, we won't be coming back!." ' Now... Those careless words had come true. Itzayana cried in her inner world, her eyes shedding transparent tears with a sorrowful expression.

  I just want to curl up in the corner of the room!!. Mourning my sadness and my intuition that has now come true!!.

  Seriously!!! He went to find a road and measure it! And brought a horse-drawn carriage to this place! I thought he was gone, yes, gone. But it turns out he wasn't...!!!!.

  'I really don't understand the extroverted (Strategic extrovert) mindset like Zorian's.' Itzayana said angrily. Both her hands were clenched on her lap. Her internal emotions couldn't be read just from her face.