Don't Come to Wendy's Flower House

‘What a jerk! How could you touch my hair without my permission?’

Staring at his chest, she held her breath because she might shout at him angrily the moment she breathed out.

Meanwhile, Lard was feeling very strange while touching her tangled hair. As he moved his hands, the sweet scent of her hair tickled his nose.

Normally he would hate such a sweet scent, but the scent of her hair softly touched his heart. It was the same scent he smelled in her flower shop. Back then he didn’t like it, but he liked it this time. While trying to fight off the scent of her hair, he concentrated on removing the blue ivy leaves.

When he focused on the ivy, its leaves on her head began to look like a small, pretty garland around her head. Although it was funny to call the ivy leaves on her brown hair a garland, they looked like it in his eyes.

‘It looks like you can decorate your hair with a coronet like this next time.’

At last he nodded and thought to himself.

Was it because he had cultivated a sense of women’s fashion when he shopped with her the other day? Thinking about it, he chuckled to himself.

“You don’t really listen to me, Sir Schroder!” Wendy shouted at him.

Suddenly, coming to his senses, he asked, “… What do you mean? ”

“Do you have to approach me and make me feel ashamed? I refused your help. Why did you come over here and embarrass me?”

At her icy response, he felt kind of woozy for the first time in his life.

Refusing his help? He was at a loss for words.

“Thank you for your help, but what woman would want to show her ugliness to a gentleman?”

Please be careful when you deal with other women in the future. If you behave like this, you will have no choice but to live with a sword without dating a lady for your entire life.”

He never expected he was rebuked by her, when he was actually upset with Dylan for ignoring her request. Apart from his discomfort that he was now lumped together with Dylan, he was shocked by the intensity of her anger over his help. He was strangely interested in her rejection but ignored it, which was his mistake. He was caught in a strange sense of shock now.

“… Oh I see. Let me be careful,” He said he would keep her advice in mind as if he admitted his mistake without any objection.

Unlike his confident attitude as usual, he looked downcast a bit.

“What are you doing now? Are you kidding me? Please do it quickly. ”

Clearly she was not pleased with the way he removed the ivy leaves. She wanted him to remove them quickly.

He began to remove them more aggressively.

At that moment, she screamed, “Oh my goodness! Are you going to tear my hair now? You have to be careful.”

It seemed he pulled her hair as he tried to hurry.

“I’m sorry….”

He apologized without any objection again this time. If Jean Jacques Simuan had seen him at this moment, he would have been shocked with exclamations, ‘Oh captain! How come our captain is so miserable…” He was at a complete loss.

He moved his hands from her hair to her back. As the ivy leaves were stuck to her golden dress, he was dripping with sweat while removing them. Seeing him struggling to do his job in earnest, she refrained from spitting out any words that he would receive as insulting or painful.

The room was quiet. Only the sound of the two people breathing and the rustling leaves filled the room.

Every time his hands touched her back, she flinched and her body trembled, but she didn’t feel any discomfort but she felt tense.

‘Wait a minute. Did I give any food to the Poison Teeth today?’

She tried to ease her tension by taking pains to worry about her pet plant all of a sudden.

The touch of his hands, which were accustomed to holding a sword, was surprisingly delicate. He now separated the ivy much more easily than she did. He was even more immersed in his job to get away from his chaotic feelings.

She got suddenly shy when he finally touched her shoulders. She could feel his breathing and touching up close.

‘Dang it! How come this ivy coiling my body is so sticky!’

She began to complain about the ivy vine, completely forgetting that she had overcome a crisis thanks to the plant.

“How strange…It’s stuck to your body like it was grown on your body from the beginning. Otherwise, it’s impossible to coil the vine around your body like this.”

Wendy yelled in amazement as he touched her on a sore spot, “How ignorant and reckless you are to speak like that! Ivy sticks to anything well wherever it is. Have you ever grown ivy? ”

“… No. ”

“Oh my goodness… how could you say that without any experience of raising it?” She said, clicking her tongue.

But he was still skeptical.

“…Besides, how could you wrap the vine up close to your head when you couldn’t move your hands freely?”

Given the shape of the coiling vine, it clearly wound around her starting at her feet. He tried to think otherwise, but he couldn’t.

“Well, that shows how talented I am! Don’t you know how many years I’ve been in the business of flower arrangement? Do you know anything about florists? You can’t do this business just because you have money. Can you explain everything about swordsmanship easily enough? I guess there are lots of stuff you can’t understand about swordsmanship. The same is true of this ivy. ” Wendy now began to speak with an air of defiance.

He was just dumbfounded when she was on the offensive, rebuking his ignorance of the characteristics of ivy.

“…Oh, I see. I think that makes sense, hearing your explanation.”

He agreed with her for now, which was a wise decision on his part.

“By the way, where did you get this vine?”

“Where? It was growing here on this wall, so I took it away,” she said after quickly glancing at the wall. Of course, he couldn’t find any traces of ivy vines clinging to the beige walls.

But he nodded again this time.

“Isn’t it rare to grow ivy indoors?”

“What are you talking about? Nowadays, they sometimes grow ivy vines indoors. It’s particularly well suited for a small room like this one, with no interior decoration at all.”

She raised her index finger and answered every question.

“Sir Schroder, you are really asking so many questions now like a child! Oh, don’t get me wrong. It’s a compliment…Now I’ve answered all your questions, right? Can you step aside? Let me remove it myself from now on,” she said, looking at him with a sullen expression.

Thanks to his hard efforts, she could now manage to move her hands freely.

She didn’t express any gratitude because he volunteered. Was there any reason for her to thank him when he did the job because he wanted to? She quickly looked at him, pouting.

Anyway, he could free himself from separating the ivy, so he reluctantly stepped away.

Though he had some other questions, he decided not to ask them. Of course, he still felt some strange regrets as he couldn’t engage with her any more.

She was frustrated as he moved slowly, so she was about to twist her body to give him a piece of her mind, but she found her lower body entangled by the ivy vine, which she tried to tear off violently but almost fell on the ground.

When she lost balance with a scream, he quickly launched himself at her and stopped her from falling. She was now held aloft by his right arm helplessly. Their eyes met.

“… ”

“… ”

If he were the crown prince Issac von Benyahan who was crazy about the violin, what impromptu piece would he play at this moment? Wendy thought of such a funny image in this ridiculous situation. The title of the piece would be something like “Amazing.”

However, contrary to the impromptu she imagined at the moment, the orchestra’s melodies coming from far away were very sweet and romantic. How would she look if she knew that the song was “Romance for Violin and Orchestra”? She might gnash her teeth at the word Romance and would never listen to music again.

Nevertheless, the violin melody played by Isaac von Benyahan once again melted away her hardened feelings. The lyrical violin and Lard’s sparkling gray eyes swayed her mind like spring willows.

She seemed to have been captivated by the images of the silver popular by the river in her memories as the melody flowing from the violin.