The Bizarre Wizarding World

Conmonds' smile stiffened, and a barely perceptible panic flashed through his eyes.

"Good boy, Martina is just an ordinary young maid. If you want, I can find you several prettier ones, okay?"

Onions shook his head and glanced at Orkot beside him, his brow slightly furrowing.

At this moment, the expression on Orkot's face wasn't the anger Onions had imagined. Although he looked unpleasant, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be traces of panic in his eyes?

Onions didn't think too much about it; he just continued in a deep voice:

"Orkot is debauched to an extreme. No maid he has taken a liking to has lasted more than two months! Martina has just turned thirteen this year, and her mother, Maid Daisy, just passed away last month..."

Conmonds' face grew even uglier, and he forced a smile:

"I know everything you're saying, Onions, but after all, she's just a maid with lowly blood..."

Upon hearing "lowly blood," Onions' eyebrows instantly raised.

Conmonds hurriedly changed his words: "I mean, Martina is after all the girl Orkot has taken a fancy to. I can't just disregard Orkot's feelings and separate them..."

Onions was about to continue persuading when he heard a voice from behind.

"Grant his request." Colin appeared out of thin air, looking at Conmonds and speaking calmly.

He hadn't intended to appear again.

But rescuing this young girl was the only request Onions had made to him yesterday.

He had thought that Onions would be able to handle the matter based on his status as a servant, but Conmonds in front of him seemed a bit confused, a bit muddled.

'Or perhaps—Conmonds and that Orkot are hiding some secret...'

Colin looked around discreetly.

Conmonds was clearly startled by his appearance, his body shivered as he quickly stood up from the bench.

It seemed normal, but Colin inexplicably sensed a guilty conscience.

Orkot too was the same, the proud knight now hanging his head low.

"Hmm?" Colin continued looking at Conmonds.

"Co…Colin, sir." Conmonds stuttered, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead and forced a smile as he sighed:

"It's not that I am unwilling to agree to Onions, it's just that Martina... has already died."

"Already died?" Onions was stunned.

Colin was also somewhat taken aback, suddenly understanding the previous panic of Conmonds and others.

"Yes." Conmonds sighed regretfully.

"When you and Orkot competed earlier, he promised if he lost he would give up Martina, and you promised if you lost you would give him the spear Colin had gifted you..."

"I only put forth the spear because Orkot agreed to the competition then!" Onions quickly explained, glancing at Colin.

He didn't want Colin to think he was careless with the spear.

Conmonds paused, then continued: "Regardless, you lost that competition, and then Orkot..."

"According to the date, wasn't Orkot supposed to marry Martina a week later?" Onions furrowed his brows.

"Anyway, Martina died last night."

Conmonds sighed again, not saying anything more.

"You bastard!!!" Onions shouted angrily, clenching his fist, and angrily turned to pounce at Orkot!

The latter instinctively tensed up, but then surrendered his defense, allowing Onions' fist to fall.

Conmonds watched this scene, sighing again, but a trace of relief flickered in his murky eyes.

Luckily he was fooled...

But at this moment.

"Are you sure Martina died last night?"

Colin asked with interest.

After all, he had remained in the Wood Family's Frost Shadow yesterday, and they hadn't reported any deaths in the Wood Family...