She had a childhood friend a Young Master who used to propose to her repeatedly without a second thought... It was true that Hazel once admired the gentle, delicate, and intelligent Young Master. However, as an adult, she had long accepted reality. He was the beloved youngest son of a ducal family, while she was merely the daughter of a baron with nothing but an empty title. So, marriage was out of the question in this lifetime. Instead, she decided to live with a different goal—admiring the sculpted bodies of men in the arena and, if possible, getting a feel of a royal man's chest. With that resolve, she returned to her hometown. "So, not like this, Young Master... Huh?" Just as she firmly reaffirmed that he was no longer her ideal type by casually touching his frail looking chest "...Why does it feel like this?" "Hazel, sorry. Are you mad? Do you want to touch my chest again?"