Back in the village again, the villagers' eyes weren't on Iris this time, instead they were all staring at Michael.
Their impression from earlier was that he was an extremely handsome young man. But now his face was all swollen up like he'd just stuck his head in a beehive, which startled everyone.
Whispers and gossip spread at a dizzying speed, and weird stories appeared along with them. Like Michael actually being a slave who got beaten for disobeying. Some even said Michael was really just a commoner who coveted a noble's beauty and got taught a lesson.
All those weird stories naturally reached the ears of the three of them. If his face wasn't already beat up and bruised, Michael's expression would've turned dark by now.
"Hahaha, well, I never thought you were that kind of person, you know?"
Iris, who had been annoyed earlier, was now laughing her head off. She didn't expect the villagers to know how to talk like that. The more she listened, the funnier she found it.
