Ollentia responded casually, “Why wouldn’t I? I’ve always said I dislike strategic marriages. You ignored my words, big brother.”

“You went ahead and got married on your own terms, so you’ll have to live with it.”

Socor and Ollentia stared at each other in silence. Since they whispered quietly, no one noticed their conversation.

Kikojelea, on Socor’s arm, clasped his arm and spoke in a hushed, ominous tone.

“We’ll never forget what happened today, Miss.”

She seemed determined to take revenge. It must have been very unfair for her not to inherit any assets.

Whether or not Socor would return her inheritance, Ollentia said to him, “I’ll be waiting for you to return my inheritance.”

“…….”

“Don’t feel wronged. You said you’d return it once I got married.”

With that statement, Ollentia returned to Dimidius. It seemed like Socor had clenched his fist briefly.

Ollentia felt a ten-year-old frustration finally dissipating. She had sensed that Socor and Kikojelea were angry, even though they didn’t show it.

Dimidius looked at the relieved Ollentia and asked, “Are you feeling good?”

Ollentia nodded with a smile in her eyes. “Yes, it feels like everything is finally falling into place. It’s thanks to you.”

“No, don’t forget that Lady is a very important presence for me.”

“Of course. I’ll give my hand whenever you need it.”

“If… what if I need something more than that?”

Dimidius’s gaze seemed different from usual, even though he was wearing a mask. Ollentia briefly wondered what could be more than that.

“Hugging? Or… it’s not a kiss, is it?”

Ollentia asked him with a slightly flushed face.

“What could be more than that?”

But Dimidius just evaded the question and moved on. The contract marriage had begun, so it seemed like he was saying, “Let’s see what happens!” Ollentia felt unnecessarily anxious and bit her tongue, scanning the reception hall.

“Your Highness Crown Prince! Have you heard the news? The Duke held a wedding at the Bonnus Cathedral.”

The advisor’s words made Crown Prince Regalis burst into laughter. He had just risen with the sun and had come out after washing up, his silver hair tousled. The advisor’s touch made the silver hair sway up and down.

“That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while. Is it true?”
At Regalis’s words, the advisor nodded.

“Yes. The other party is Lady Armenia. She’s that famous heiress.”

“Is the sun rising from the west starting tomorrow? I never thought I’d get married.”

“I was so surprised that I checked it several times.”

Regalis, dressed in a white uniform, headed to the lake garden in the Prince’s Palace. Saint Daphne would be there.

Saint Daphne had sent a letter a few days ago, saying that she must meet to discuss something. It was surprising to receive contact from the usually reserved saint. Usually, when women contacted the prince, they had something in mind, whether it was money, their bodies, or even their hearts.

Crown Prince Regalis arrived at the expansive lake garden, pondering who Saint Daphne might be. Daphne sat somewhat stiffly, her hair filled with restraint, fluttering as she sat.

“Daphne, I apologize for being late.”

Regalis sat in front of her with a voice that showed no remorse.

Daphne looked at his stern face seriously, devoid of any laughter. Her beautiful green eyes were firm, and her hands on the table were clenched into fists.

“What’s going on? Who is this woman?”

Regalis looked at her strangely.

“Why did you ask to meet? We’re not in the habit of contacting each other. I’m curious.”

“I have something important to tell you.”

Daphne continued in a stern tone.

“I had a prophetic dream a few days ago.”

“Oh! A prophetic dream? It’s been a very long time, hasn’t it? There must be an imperial crisis.”

“It’s not a crisis. It was a dream that threatened Your Highness Crown Prince, and I think it would be best if only you and I knew about it.”

Regalis raised an eyebrow and wrinkled his face. He wondered what could be so important that she had to go to such lengths.

But Saint Daphne said something astonishing.

“Today, Duke Belial, who married you, received help from Miss Armenia to ascend to the throne.”

“W-what?”

Regalis was momentarily stunned. He had never thought he would ascend to the throne. So even when the Empress tried to restrain Duke Belial, he only laughed it off. After all, the Duke was a half-demon that people despised, so there was no point in restraining him.

But now Duke Dimidius Belial had ascended to the throne with Miss Armenia’s help. He couldn’t make sense of it.

“Are you joking with me right now?”

Regalis asked, and Daphne shook her head.

“It’s not a joke. It was definitely a prophetic dream, but there is plenty of room to change it.”