I, Viretta, Am Going to Hunt a Dragon

“Where's the sense in ruining the engagement Father worked so hard to arrange? Why would you come home with him? I never thought you would do this, Oppa! Why did you do it?!”

“Viretta... my fiancé here said he didn’t want a loveless marriage, and that if it meant calling off the engagement, he'd rather hunt a dragon, so I went with him to hunt one.”

“Why did you follow him?”

“I had to write my thesis. I asked Father to let me hunt a dragon, but he refused.”

Feeling choked, Ianna leaned against the wall. The nearby servants hurried to support her, stomping their feet.

“Lady, are you alright? Lady!”

“Oppa... it’s a miracle you didn’t die and come back. Father must’ve been tearing his hair out.”

“He was at first, but later, he changed his mind. This might be a bit of bad news for you, but Father started eyeing Viretta as the heir.”

“Why?!”

Ianna, who had been staggering, suddenly shot up.

As the sole heir to the Tangeomi Mercenary Corps since birth, this was like the ground shaking beneath her.

Even after giving birth to a son who could become a general, her parents never considered making Iola the heir.

The condition was absolute: the heir should inherit from Sahra but not rule.

The moment Iola became the heir, he could have no involvement in the mercenary corps.

If her father, who risked his life in martial arts, wanted to remove a warrior like Iola from the battlefield, then the daughter he had chosen as the heir must be either a muscular woman who could tear three men apart, a legendary strategist who would be remembered for ages, or perhaps a monstrous psychopath.

But that was nonsense.