<span>Arnold carried her sideways.


    <span>The moment Rishe swallowed the situation, she let out an all-out scream.


    <span>“Hi-higyaahhhhhh!”


    <span>Arnold looked down at Rishe, who was pping her feet, with a poker face.


    <span>“Don’t mess around, else you’ll fall.”


    <span>“What, uh, yeah, cause what the hell is this?”


    <span>“You can’t get it up, right?”


    <span>Arnold said and began to walk briskly – in the so-called ‘princess hug’ state.


    <i><span>No way…!</i>


    <span>Realizing that she was being taken straight to her room, Riese turned pale.


    <span>“Ah………I’m going down, let me down, please let me down! Don’t worry about it, I just need to rest a bit and I’ll be fine!”


    <span>“Again, don’t struggle too much.”


    <i><span>Even if I struggle violently, you’re holding me so tightly, so who are you trying to scare?!</i>


    <span>Unable to speak, Arnold gave her a dumbfounded expression.


    <span>“You know what? I can’t just leave my fiancée on the ground and go back to work, can I?”


    <i><span>Indeed,mon sense might dictate that!!</i>


    <span>Rishe was unfazed by a few things, but it was just impossible under the current circumstances. After all, this was Arnold Hein carrying her princess style.


    <span>Her limbs were too weary to move and it was unlikely that she would manage moving by herself.


    <span>She seek help from her knight guards with a gaze, but the moment their eyes met, they shook their heads. They were desperate, too.


    <i><span>Someone, please!</i>


    <span>No matter how much she screamed her heart out, salvation failed to appear.


    <span>Even the knights whom they rubbed shoulders with outside the training grounds looked in disbelief as if they were seeing something inconceivable and looked away from Rishe in a daze.


    <span>Arnold seemed to have chosen a less crowded route, but it would be impossible not to meet anyone by the time they have reached the detached pce.


    <span>“Your Highness!… Thi-the way you’re carrying me must be too much of a burden to Your Highness…”


    <span>“If that’s what you think, you might as well just stay put.”


    <span>“Ugh…”


    <span>She wanted to tell him to put her down once more, but he was bing detestably unyielding. At a loss, Rishe realized another huge problem.


    <i><span>Huh?!</i>


    <span>Looking closely, Rishe’s left hand was tightly clutching the chest of Arnold’s coat.


    <span>She seemed to have reflexively grabbed it the moment he picked her up. From there, unconsciously, she seemed to have kept her grip on it.


    <span>Her vision whirled in chaos. Whether or not he knew about Rishe’s inner turmoil, Arnold called out to her.


    <span>“Speaking of which…”


    <span>“Yes?”


    <span>“What did you want to ask me?”


    <span>When he asked that out of the blue, she looked up at him without thinking. She had to look directly at Arnold’s well-outlined face up close and personal, and immediately regretted it.


    <span>“You mentioned it earlier during the sparring. Didn’t you say you want to ask me something if you won?”


    <span>“You think I’m in the mood to hear it in this state?”


    <span>“Hmm.”


    <i><span>LOL!!!</i>


    <span>In the end, Arnold noticed that Rishe was upset.


    <span>She was certain he found her reaction amusing. However, it was hard to protest openly when there was no doubt he was helping her out in her disability to move.


    <span>Rishe half-heartedly opened her mouth to ask a lot of questions in desperation.


    <span>“When is your birthday?”


    <span>“Birthday?”


    <span>Arnold wondered, and after a short pause, he answered.


    <span>“The 28th of the 12ft month. “


    <span>“You were born in winter! What are your hobbies?!”


    <span>“Nothing in particr.”


    <span>“The things Your Highness likes to do!”


    <span>“I haven’t given it much thought.”


    <span>“So what type of woman do you prefer?”


    <span>“What are you asking me that for?”


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