Ocleo Bendige's Wishful Thinking (65.5)

‘Is that the fiancé Gester was talking about?’

Watching Heter, who had not left Alice’s side for even a moment since entering the courtroom, Bendige thought.

‘I can certainly understand why Alice chose this man as her fiancé.’

His golden hair and green eyes, rare among northerners, his height—he seemed about a head taller than everyone else—and his broad shoulders.

It felt almost as though he were looking at himself when he was young.

“Tsk.”

Bendige clicked his tongue, feeling pity and jealousy at the same time.

He felt pity because he knew Alice would soon belong to the head of House Fridel, and jealousy because Heter was her fiancé.

‘They must have spent nights together, too.’

The woman he had thought was pure had been defiled by a man other than himself...