“Because it doesn’t seem bad for a first date. Do you mind?”

“Yes.”

With a short and clear answer, Ed burst into laughter.

Suppressing the urge to kiss those beautifully flowing eyes, I barely restrained myself.

I didn’t particularly have to, but she would probably dislike it. I decided to endure it since I didn’t want to be hated.

Ed just smiled, gazing at his woman.

Was he the man who used to smile like that?
The eyes of the man who was brightly smiling charmingly curved. Flames of anger surged in Anblin’s eyes.

At that moment, Bang! A powerful sound echoed on the court. Simultaneously, the audience collectively held their breath.

Ed turned his head from facing Olivia, and Anblin’s gaze collided with his.

As if challenging Ed with her eyes, the ball rapidly flying towards him fell behind the baseline in vain.

However, it was a clear warning.

Do not look at that woman with such eyes.

Ed chuckled. His gaze returned to Olivia.

Anblin started to waver.

“Love, fifteen.”

Anblin scored.

“Stop watching. Please.”

Olivia whispered softly.

“Would you mind if I look at other women?”

“…….”.

Ed slyly lifted one corner of his mouth.

An eye for an eye.

A tooth for a tooth.

Ed laughed silently.

That day, the princess played the most miserable game she had ever played in her unusual tennis career, but nothing changed.

Anyway, the victory belonged to Anblin.

It was an unchanging truth, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

Evangelin Seymour peered into a vial containing a transparent liquid of medium length. The gas lamp penetrated the vial, giving it a crimson tint.

She did not hesitate to use any means to achieve her goal. This was the spirit of the Seymour family, which had transformed from a simple merchant to a wealthy aristocracy.

Evangeline, who had repeatedly lost to Sara Pavlova, had to admit that she could never defeat Olivia Blanchett in terms of skill.

Very regrettable indeed.

“Is this it?”

“Yes, miss.”

The maid placed a water container purchased from Halo Department Store on the table. It was the same product Olivia Blanchett used.

Evangeline stood up, walked briskly to the dressing table, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a black velvet pouch. Returning to the maid, she handed over a pouch containing a gold coin.

“If successful tomorrow, I’ll give you this much more.”

The maid greedily accepted the pouch without hiding her covetous expression.

“Trust only me, miss.”

The maid’s laughter was ominous.

Olivia planned to put a drug in the drinking water. It was a rather dangerous drug, even among powerful sedatives, used in large quantities to subdue patients in mental hospitals.

Sudden drowsiness, irregular heartbeats, pounding blood pressure, accompanied by dizziness.

She wouldn’t die, but it was supposed to be a chaotic match to the point where she would want to die.

“Go and try it.”

“Thank you, miss.”

As the hunched maid left the bedroom, Evangeline lay on the cozy bed and giggled.

Excitement had already begun to build.

It was an opportunity to overcome an insurmountable wall.

To become one with the noblest princess in Breet, a member of the royal family.

Ah, how ecstatic!

Evangeline fell asleep dreaming sweet dreams that night.
It was dawn. Johann, who got off the carriage, entered the Londos Palace.

His steps, taking long strides that didn’t resemble someone who had spent the night on a train from Le Mong Station, were exceptionally neat and modest.

Johann, who had impulsively decided on a return to Ritten that ended in failure and was brought back against his will, was not in a good mood right now.

However, the Queen’s office was equally frosty.

“I’ve been waiting.”

The queen, Katrina, spoke as Johann Leopold approached, neatly raising his courtesy and taking a seat.

Queen Katrina was staring straight ahead with a silent gaze.

Beneath the clean, neatly combed blond hair, the tips of the well-groomed eyebrows subtly twitched.

There was an unusual hollowness under the eyes that had sunk overnight.

“What’s the matter, Your Majesty?”

Her lips, tinted in red, trembled. Slowly closing her eyes, the still-conscious Katrina spoke with gravity.

“…Chris. …He had a riding accident.”

As she naturally lowered her hand, which had been resting on the back of her other hand, the knuckles protruded.

“…He’s still unconscious.”

Although he was just a crown prince to others, to Katrina, he was the most precious finger, her beloved child.

Johann wiped his face with the hand that covered his eyes, saying nothing.

A severe sense of fatigue rushed in all at once.

“We should call Mikhail.”

“Contact should have been made.”

Johann nodded briefly.

“From today, you’ll have to work a bit harder.”

“Your Majesty.”

Johann’s voice, staring at the queen with a suddenly gloomy expression, resonated heavily.

“I believe I’ve fulfilled my duty as a member of the royal family.”

Katrina glanced across at her niece unexpectedly.