Seemingly aware of Johannes’s affairs by now, Closet, who made a knowing expression, received a nonchalant nod from Roselia.

“He came as an envoy for the treaty with Rughvelzet, so it’s natural.”

As Roselia spoke, Closet, who had put down the brush, stared at her intently.

“Viscount Yuceliod seemed to be particularly considerate of Antonio. Isn’t that regrettable?”

“Considerate, indeed. Simply because we share the same blood… Well, perhaps he’s a distant relative… So, he treated him with care.”
“That’s quite unlike you, isn’t it? Even the hair color and eye color are the same.”

At Closet’s unexpected remark, Roselia made a puzzled expression.

Of course, she had briefly thought that he looked a lot like him when she first met him…

But Roselia had gradually forgotten about it.

However, she quickly turned the conversation with a playful smile.

“Black hair and green eyes are common in Raphelios, aren’t they?”

In response to Roselia’s words, Closet, who had been staring at her, shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze back to the easel.

“Well, maybe he’s a closer relative than I thought.”

Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to him, Closet turned his head sharply and narrowed his eyes.

“Does that mean you shouldn’t follow the Duke?”

At Cute Closet’s reaction, Roselia seemed to smile gently.

Vernas, pretending to find Closet pathetic, stuck out his tongue and playfully toyed with the brush.

“If he wants to go, we should send him.”

In response to Vernas’s casual words, Closet, surprised, exclaimed.

“Grandfather!”

As if saying, “Why would you say that?” Closet puffed up his cheeks, and Vernas rolled his tongue.

“It’s natural for humans to seek their roots. Even if it’s not now, someday he’ll feel drawn.”

“Antonio is like family to us! Grandfather, don’t you wish Antonio would go?”

In response to Closet’s awkward words, Vernas, looking over his glasses, stared directly at Roselia.

Then, he casually started drawing again.

“Just because the distance has grown doesn’t mean he’s not family. Whatever he becomes, we just have to believe and support Antonio’s choice.”

At Vernas’s words, Closet’s face became even more red.

With tears filling his eyes, Closet shouted out.

“I don’t want that! Don’t ever send Antonio away!”

No… I never said I would follow him to Raphelios…

In the strangely tense atmosphere, Roselia laughed awkwardly and asked Closet to stop.

“No, well, I said I’m not going, right?”

“Grandfather, I hate you!”

As the agitated Closet rushed out of the room, Roselia, taken aback, immediately followed him.

“Lady! You should take off your apron!”

“Hahaha! Did Closet really say that?”

Reading a history book in Klaus’s study, Roselia sighed deeply after telling him about what happened at Count Vernas’s residence during the day.

“The Count was mischievous. Antonio had no intention of going in the first place.”

Upon Roselia’s words, Klaus, who was sitting on the sofa armrest, lowered his head and kissed her on the hair.

“Still, Closet said something cute after a long time.”

After saying that, Klaus, who had spoken, shifted beside her, embraced her, and placed her on his lap.
Roselia, who suddenly found herself sitting on his lap with her legs gathered, blushed and tried to get off.

“I’m currently dressed as a man.”

“So what? It’s just the two of us here.”

After saying that, Klaus, who had spoken, strengthened the arm around her waist so that she couldn’t escape.

Roselia, feeling embarrassed, sighed deeply and eventually let out a shy smile.

“I have the same thought as Closet. Even if you say you’ll go, I can’t let you. No, I won’t let you.”

After saying that, Klaus, with a smile on his lips, gently kissed the back of her neck.

With a sensation of tension throughout her body, Roselia blushed, hunching her body and lowering her face.

Finding her reaction cute, Klaus, who had kissed her nose and lips on her neck, murmured.

“Roselia… the fragrance is filling the air again.”

“Why is this happening because of someone…”

Roselia, with a pitifully trembling voice, tried to suppress her resentment as she glared at him with resentful eyes.

In response, Klaus, as if finding even that gaze lovely, supported his hand on the back of Roselia’s neck and brought his lips to meet hers.

Surprised, Roselia’s wide-open eyes slowly closed.

Klaus, unexpectedly detaching his lips from hers, held Roselia’s back and knees, lifting her up as she suddenly clung to him.

Startled, Roselia let out a soft “eep” sound.

“Why, why suddenly…”

As Klaus, who unexpectedly hugged her like a princess, held her close in his arms, a surprised Roselia, with her eyes rolling, asked in a bewildered voice.

“Let’s go to the room.”