I Don't Want to Be Loved - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Detestable Sweat 

Igor opened the documents and picked one out of the pile on his hand with a very happy mood. 

His eyes caught a glimpse of a fruit laid out in a bowl. It was a Nori fruit, which may have been left there by Rihannan due to the guilty feelings she had of eating them all by herself. 

Igor smirked and forced himself to have a bite of the fruit which wasn’t his preference at all. 

“Basil, please pick the best ones out of the bunch and send it to the Queen Mother.” 

He remembered what she said to Basil. At the same time, his expression grew dark. Hearing her speech filled with purely innocent intentions, he could do nothing but staying quiet and biting down on his lips. 

Rihannan was taking care of the Queen Mother as best as she could as if she was the mother, even though the Queen Mother now has no power left at all. 

That she had an emotional attraction to the Queen Mother was an extremely obvious thing considering that she had lost her own mother at a  young age.
 

It was actually a harsher demand to force her to choose only one husband, whom she was in a worse relationship than anyone else in the past. 

That was why he didn’t urge her to not do such things at that time. 

In any case, the Rihannan right now knows nothing about the things that occurred in the past… about what happened after she had lost her child and what the Queen Mother did afterward and so on. 

And he wished that she’d stay not knowing such things. It was better for him to swallow back the painful memories. 

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Fweeeeeep! 

With the sound of the whistle, hoards of people ran out. It was the moment that the Kiritte competition had begun. Although the rules of the Kiritte sport where you hit the ball with the stick to put it in the goal first wasn’t different from how it was played in Chrichton, there were differences in particular parts of the rules.
 

The biggest difference was that Arundel’s version of Kiritte doesn’t allow for body contact fights. Therefore, while matches in Chrichton were closer to fights, matches in Arundell were much closer to a simple game. 

It was the main reason why Kiritte was a popular sport for all ages. However, even when that was the case, there were still a number of people who declined for one reason or another. 

“I won’t be joining. I simply detest sweating.” 

“I’ll also sit by and watch, Your Majesty. My body is so old that I can’t play sports like I used to do…” 

Before the start of the match, Basil and Madam Cessley both apologized deeply and quickly moved off to the rear. 

It meant that the masters will be participating in the sport, yet the closest aides of the masters were not joining in. 

Igor and Rihannan both didn’t really mind that part. 

However, long before the match even began, Igor had a long complaint. 

“Just when did the tradition start of needing to separate the king and queen to opposing teams if they are to both participate in the match…” 

“It’s actually a hundred-year-old tradition, Your Majesty.” 

As Basil added the fact without realizing Igor’s mood, Igor shot him an angry glare and Basil quietly shut his mouth. 

“It seems that some rules will need changing.” 

“If the two of you are paired together, who in their right mind would dare to win against you both? They’d end up losing intentionally so they’d not need to face you both. Of course, the fairness of the match would all be thrown out the window. Please stop complaining, Your Majesty and focus. Currently, your side is losing,” Madam Sessly spoke to Igor with playfulness in her voice.