Even when Rozelia shook the Count’s arm, he continued to shout frantically, as if placed in the midst of a war.

“The 4th Fleet is retreating!!! Damn it!!! Abandon the wounded!!! Everyone on board, even the dead ones!!!”

“Lord Count Bernas!!!”

Seeing that things were getting serious, Rozelia forcefully grabbed the Count’s shoulders and made him face her.

Only then did the somewhat cloudy eyes of the Count gradually return to focus.

“Cough! Cough…”

“Um, can you please come to your senses now?”
With rough breaths, Count Bernas, rolling his eyes as if confused, was supported by Rozelia, who looked at him with pity.

However, the Count, who forcefully pushed away her hand, spoke with a deeply sunken voice.

“Get out…”

“What?”

“Get out of my mansion right now!!!”

Suddenly throwing household items with a hint of madness, the Count left Rozelia with no choice but to leave the mansion.

As Rozelia’s gaze, worried about the Count’s condition, heavyheartedly touched the door of the mansion she just left, it seemed that for now, it would be better to leave him alone.

Rozelia turned her unwavering steps away from the mansion and headed towards the Duke’s residence.

Observing Rozelia leaving the Count’s mansion through the window of the curtain-drawn carriage, the woman casually made a remark.

“Did she say she’s that woman’s brother?”

“The servant hired by the Duke said so.”

“Hmm… The rabbit we’re looking for isn’t in sight, but the black cat is prowling.”

Despite her calm tone, a well-built man was clinging to the woman.

Even though he was sticking close to her, touching her neck and chest, she casually petted his head as if stroking an affectionate cat.

The man sitting across from them for the report didn’t bat an eye even when he saw the close-contact between the man and woman.

“Hmm… If he says he’s her brother, you might find that woman by following him. Did you put a tail on her?”

The woman, making a pleasant nasal sound, spoke to the man across from her while gently stroking the face of the man who had lowered the front part of her dress.

“That… Well…”

“What? Didn’t you put a tail on her?”

With an annoyed expression, the woman grabbed the man’s hair who was clinging to her, but whether he was hanging onto her or the man reporting in front of her, both remained quiet, doing only what they were supposed to do.

“The Duke Valthazar’s surveillance is quite strict.”

To the explanation of the man who barely managed to free himself, the woman looked arrogant as if challenging him to say more.

“For that lady, the shadow already attached by the Duke is in a state of tight surveillance.”

Not understanding the man’s explanation, the woman frowned with one eyebrow raised.

“Is the Duke really protecting a mere male servant to such an extent?”

Saying that, the woman petted the man’s hair that descended below her waist, lost in thought.

“Isn’t it too overprotective just because he’s the brother of the lady’s lover?”

Saying so, the woman, dissatisfied with the man serving her, pushed him away roughly with her foot and grumbled in discontent.

“At this point, is it necessary to put effort into finding that woman? I just can’t understand what the Duke is thinking.”

The man who had been pushed away knelt down and sat on his heels.

Ignoring such a man, the woman looked at the man in front of her fiercely and spoke sharply.

“For now, keep an eye on that man.”
“As I mentioned earlier, I can’t tail her…”

“You fool! Who told you to follow her? Hide and watch within the specific area she frequents!”

“Yes, understood.”

Looking frustrated, she, who had been full of vigor, mumbled as the servant who had gotten on the carriage for the report went out of the carriage.

“I might need to pry into the Duke’s side a bit. I’ve considered the barmaid as part of the government. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Having said that, she, who had knelt down the servant, pulled him back into her arms. Between the now closely attached man and woman, the air inside the carriage became heated, and in the midst of this, the voice of the coachman was heard.

“Ms. Clemang, it’s time for you to attend the Blimund Count’s banquet.”

“Depart.”

Her voice, despite being so close to the man in front of her, was surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances.

After a long time, as a Domestico of Clemang, Rozelia had a tea time, sitting across from her while drinking the tea served by Melda.

Looking at Rozelia, who sat neatly in a crisp servant outfit, Clemang pouted with an uneven voice.

“Where have you been wandering around these days? You don’t even play with me…”

Rozelia awkwardly smiled, trying to comfort her, at Clemang’s grumbling.

“I’m sorry. Lately, I’ve been a bit distracted…”

“Did you go looking for art again?”

Clemang, who played a crucial role in connecting art pieces through Heden Yeonga to the Prince, knew that Rozelia was collecting art.

“Um… something like that.”

More precisely, the art piece had not yet come into existence, and it was in a state of waiting for the Count’s mind to be fully restored to paint that picture…

“Well, if you want to get away from Klaus’s influence, there’s no other way. I understand.”

Clemang, who had played a key role in connecting art pieces through Heden Yeonga, knew that Rozelia was collecting art.

Rozelia looked at her as if she couldn’t stop her, and smiled faintly.

“Indeed, there’s no one like Lady Clemang.”

As if making an obvious remark, Clemang, with a strained shoulder, shrugged arrogantly, tilting her teacup.

At that moment, as if something had come to her mind, she lowered her teacup and looked at Rozelia.

“By the way, Lady Clemang has been invited to a tea party by the Crown Princess. Of course… to Rozelia.”