The atmosphere in the disappearing banquet hall, where Clémence Jazak and the royal guards vanished, naturally turned into a state of chaos.

Viscount Blimonde, after exchanging curt greetings with Viscount Bernas, heaved a deep sigh and disappeared into the mansion.

Rogelia, who had been absentmindedly surveying the chaotic surroundings, finally snapped out of it and approached Viscount Bernas.

“Grandfather, how did you come out here?”

“Do I look unwell to your eyes?”

“No, you seem perfectly fine.”

Rogelia, belatedly recalling the bombshell declaration the viscount made, asked with concern, “But being a guardian, is it okay to decide so hastily?”

“A soldier doesn’t retract words spoken outside.”

Grandfather, now not a soldier but a senile old man…

Suppressing words that almost blurted out, Rogelia awkwardly smiled.

Well, he’ll probably forget tomorrow.

Thinking such, as Rogelia tried to pass it off lightly, Klaus stepped forward and respectfully bowed to the viscount.

“Viscount Bernas, it’s been a while.”

“Oh, is it the little baron from Valtesar?”

“Now it’s a baron.”

“Hmm? Has it already become like that? Then, where is your father?”

Seeing the viscount mention the late Baron Valtesar, Klaus’s expression subtly changed.

It seemed that the viscount’s dementia had resurfaced.

Since the viscount’s dementia was widely known, Rogelia quickly intervened with a witty remark.

“Viscount! Aren’t you tired?”

“Come to think of it, I am a bit tired. It’s all because of you!”

“Yes, yes. I’ll escort you back to the mansion.”

Saying that, Rogelia glanced at Klaus and nudged the viscount, moving him away.

Seemingly displeased, Closet followed them after a while.

“What’s going on? What’s this? Antonio! I’m going too!”

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After the capture of the culprit who had targeted Rogelia, Closet and Rogelia, invited by the Crown Princess, attended the tea party.

Having adorned herself dazzlingly with Closet’s vanity for the first time in a while, Rogelia’s eyes were dazzling just to look at.

Smiling at her like a younger sister, the Crown Princess spoke.

“I heard the story. Attackers tried to assault, and it could have been a big problem.”

“No, nothing happened.”

“Still, it’s fortunate that the mastermind was caught. I never thought the notorious Rugbella was Clémence Jazak….”

Interrupting the Crown Princess’s words, Closet, with a proud expression, chimed in.

“That woman, I’ve always found her distasteful.”
Just as Closet, who had just started the debutante ball and was just beginning to take off her girlishness, spoke with a somewhat mature expression, the Crown Princess, as if finding her cute, smiled and asked, “Did Lady Closet have a conversation with Clémence Jazak?”

“Just pretending to be the same woman gives off a bad vibe.”

“It’s not that you didn’t like Jazak’s body, is it?”

“Your Highness!”

Whether it was the enjoyable time spent with the cute Closet after a long time or she thought she was being treated like a child, Closet snapped when the Crown Princess teased her.

In response to Closet’s reaction, the Crown Princess and Rogelia burst into laughter.

At that moment, a shadow was cast among them, where laughter had bloomed.

“I hope I didn’t disturb the ladies’ conversation.”

It was Viscount Yuceliot, who was staying at the royal guest palace as part of the Raphelios diplomatic mission.

With his sudden appearance, not only Rogelia but also the Crown Princess and Closet wore puzzled expressions.

The Crown Princess, who had recently been involved in a 2nd round negotiation debate due to the imperial treaty, even showed a slightly guarded expression.

Having observed such ladies for a while, Johannes, with a gentle smile, extended his hand towards Rogelia.

In his hand, there were various bouquets of flowers, as if picked from the royal garden.

“It’s a gift to comfort you who must have suffered greatly.”

“Oh my, it’s so beautiful.”

The response came from Closet, not Rogelia.

Amidst Closet’s antics, as she accepted the bouquet with a bewildered expression, Johannes looked at her questioningly.

“Is this for me?”

“Is there another lady besides Lady Rogelia who has suffered so much?”

Seeing Johannes playfully fidgeting, Rogelia unintentionally let out a giggling sound.

“Thank you.”

As she said that, Rogelia, smiling happily while smelling the flowers, looked so blissful that a smile unconsciously appeared on Johannes’s face.

Cecilia also loved flowers since she was a child.

It was like a routine for Cecilia to stroll through the marquis’s garden with her mother whenever she had the time.

Suddenly, the wind blew past Rogelia and Johannes, carrying the faint fragrance.

And the sweet scent was not coming from the flowers.

It was a special fragrance emanating from those strongly inheriting the blood of the Raphelios clan.

Johannes’s eyes widened at the naturally sweet fragrance.

The scent, similar to pheromones, emitted by those with the blood of the Raphelios, could hardly be sensed by the same gender, only perceivable by the opposite gender.