Owen Bertram's forehead throbbed and three veins bulged: "Your Highness, it's only because of your honorable status and our intimate comradeship that I'm not punching you right now!"
The Fifth Prince shrugged: "I didn't believe it either, but look at you...shoving the Saintess of North Ice towards me again..."
Owen Bertram held his forehead, feeling self-trapped: really couldn't admit that he saw The Saintess of North Ice as a big pit and wanted to push His Highness in to fill it for him...
But then he realized that giving away a woman was indeed a turning point.
Seeing Owen Bertram's speechless expression, the Fifth Prince chuckled: "Alright, I have told you the rumor, so deal with it. Can you tell me the truth now? What is the hidden danger of marrying the Saintess of North Ice?"
