Monna's words suddenly stopped, just as a firm hand grabbed hers.
"What is it, Your Majesty? Do you want to do something?"
Tried to act normal even though she was getting anxious inside.
What did Belhart really want by gripping her hand and giving her a serious look?
Then why, behind that sharp gaze. Monna saw that there was a lot of sadness that Belhart was hiding?
"In that case, I will place the absolute conditions on you!"
"Absolute condition?"
"Yes,"
"Say it. And if it's not something burdensome, I'll try to live up to it."
"Must. And not a burdensome thing. But it takes patience,"
Monna blinked. Prepared to accept the worst and less unreasonable requests.
"I want you not to get married immediately after you divorced me," Belhart said.
Put on a stupid face and froze. Monna, who was surprised to reply in shock.
"What? What did you just say?"
Repeated calmly.
