Johann’s gaze followed Catherine’s fingertip to the mainland. Princess Evelina also saw Catherine and waved her hand in their direction.

「Following Princess Anvelin, who wore the necklace that Princess Annabelle had worn around her neck, Olivia Blanshet, the audacious woman who eyed even the former lover of the princess, Lord Lancelot. One wonders if she didn’t follow the princess even in tennis.」

An article from a certain newspaper suddenly came to mind.

Johann silently looked down at the princess.

Was it envy for such a noble lineage that was his wife? If so, it was somewhat understandable. Of course, excluding Edgar Lancaster.

Then the sound of the trap’s lower part reaching the ground came with a mechanical sound. Shortly afterward, the captain, who had finished preparing to disembark, greeted Johann.
“I’m ready.”

Johann, lightly nodding his head, raised the hand that had been loosely hanging in his trouser pocket to check the time. Irenes’s gaze, who was standing like a picture, touched Johann’s wrist. Johann turned his body.

“Let’s go.”

A voice devoid of any discernible emotion scattered in the wind. Irene, without a word, placed her hand on Johann’s outstretched arm.

“Welcome, Catherine. Come quickly.”

Anvlin and Catherine, the princesses of the two countries, embraced each other with a blush. Cameras flashed loudly from various places.

While controlling the reporters and the welcoming crowd, they moved along the path laid out by the staff. Even as they walked, Johann’s gaze slowly wandered around.

As if looking for someone.

Catherine boarded Anvlin’s carriage. Following the splendid carriage, the carriage carrying Johann and Irene raced towards the Britt Palace.

In the midst of the clear summer, a new breeze began to blow over the roofs of the carriages running on their respective paths.

⭐⭐⭐

The vast expanse of the meadow seemed endless. It had been well beyond the city for quite some time, and Olivia still didn’t know the destination.

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll know when we get there.”

A leisurely smile that left people curious, but Olivia turned her head back to the window.

The seemingly endless fields gave way, and the carriage turned onto a quiet country road.

The scent of pine was refreshing.

As the unpaved dirt road made the carriage rattle less than usual, it seemed like the pine road was coming to an end.

When the carriage finally came to a complete stop, there was a small building with a white cross on its bell tower.

“…Where is this?”

Olivia cautiously looked out the window and asked.

“It’s an orphanage sponsored by the Lanslot family.”

So, why here? Olivia’s question was that. The gaze lifted beyond the glass looked towards Edgar.

“It doesn’t suit my nature to just receive.”

He said coolly.

The faint smile that had been there disappeared from Edgar’s face, revealing his characteristic coldness.

“If they use the media there to discredit you, I will. I will use that to recreate your image.”

Edgar said coolly.

He was relatively lenient to his former lover. However, if provocations continued in this way, the story might change.

Olivia Blanshet’s image downfall was a declaration or a warning from Anvlin to Edgar.

He could take many actions.

He could expose Anvlin’s private life, challenge the fairness of the matches won so far, and even reveal how the princess divorced and returned to the world in a certain way.

But he chose this gentle method, setting aside all those easy ways, for one reason only – for Olivia.

Because she probably wouldn’t want that.

From some point on, Edgar’s mind had begun to place her at the top.
Of course, it was just consideration as Lanslot House’s sponsored player who would shine in this Dublin Championship; there was no punishment involved.

“Let’s get off.”

Edgar, who got off first, extended his hand politely, adorned with a smile around his mouth.

“So, you came to do volunteer work. To look good at the Angel’s House, right?”

“Do you mind?”

Olivia thought of not responding at all. Still, if they had to do something, it was better than having a mud fight tearing each other apart.

“It’s okay.”

After a short hesitation, Olivia took Edgar’s hand and got off the carriage.

“Wow!” With cheerful cheers, plump children rushed over and surrounded Olivia.

The pupils of the children looking up at her twinkled innocently. As fitting the name ‘Angel’s House,’ the children’s faces were all pure and bright.

Olivia gently stroked the soft hair of a girl. She also lost her parents at about the same age. How were her eyes at that time?

“Hello. I’m Olivia.”

The child, with two missing front teeth, brightly smiled. Olivia didn’t remember it well, but she didn’t shine like this.

“Hello. I’m Rosetta.”

The sound of her speaking, with the wind passing through the missing front teeth, was too cute. Olivia couldn’t help but hug the child and burst into laughter.

Whether it was the sunlight pouring down on the woman or Olivia’s smile, Edgar quietly stared at the woman, shining like the summer sun.

May this loveliness and peacefulness be well captured in the photos.

With Edgar’s breeze, the summer afternoon faded away.