“Why does the schedule in Turington feel increasingly long?”

Lu, looking at Cedric Lamber, who was quite tall, clenched her fist and tapped her arm with her fingers.

At first, she thought it was because of the Eastern nobles who initially underestimated the young emperor, fought recklessly, and tried to suppress him, making her feel that way. It was a torment to suppress the savage feeling of wanting to hit them every time she saw them. She even witnessed an assassination attempt.

After that, she fought at the foundry, and even faced Carlos himself. Turington had become the city where she stayed the second longest, after Shallear, including the time she was unconscious.

Turington was never a boring city. It was a perfect city to stay with a gentle climate, a sea breeze, fresh seafood, abundant ingredients, and a bustling harbor.

However, memories of this city seemed to end with a secret conversation that turned the sea monsters and seawater upside down, not to mention the fights.

“Uh…, sit down for now.”

Lu gestured and sat across from Cedric.

“Marriage…, so where did you hear that from?”

“I heard about the conversation underwater. Didn’t your parents tell you?”

“They… they did.”

They did? Lu covered her face with her hands, lowering her head under Cedric’s gaze. It felt like fatigue was rushing in all at once.

“Sorry. I had too much on my plate and completely forgot about it.”

“I understand. You’ve been busy, especially with the assassination attempt today.”

Cedric nodded.

“But do I have to answer this right now?”

Answer right now? Is this a proposal? Does anyone propose like this? Where is such a proposal?

“No, it’s not like that.”

He seemed to feel Lu’s gaze getting fiercer, and quickly shook his head, then smiled.

“This is not a proposal. A proper proposal should come later. This is just…”

Cedric raised his big hand for a moment. It was a quite firm hand.

“Just exploring each other’s intentions in advance.”

Lu managed her expression, but honestly, she couldn’t erase the feeling of being attacked suddenly. Of course, Cedric didn’t seem to have that intention, but he was a noble from the East where such things were commonplace. But Lu wasn’t.

“I’m not some penniless countryside person, and of course, I won’t propose without anything in hand.”

Cedric laughed lightly.

“Then, after exploring intentions, the next step is a proposal?”

“After that, from both families…, like that.”

He looked at Lu, who was subtly raising the corner of her mouth, with a subtle expression.

“You don’t know anything.”

That guy?

“Do you think you would know if you were me? I’m not a noble born and raised in Perseta.”
“Do you think you’d understand if you were me? I’m not a noble born and raised in Perseta.”

Could I make a mistake here and end up with him, no, not him, but with Duke Alanka, who knows? Isn’t it spreading in the East that from tomorrow, Viscount Plachet is ignorant of etiquette and procedures? Then what about the parents who got involved in the middle?

Thoughts swirled around in my head, then stopped abruptly.

“Well, I’m still a young sage, I can make mistakes! The rest, well, how will Dragonlord handle it?”

For a trainee always learning and a specially selected being, everyone is lenient. Lu suddenly felt like a newly appointed rookie knight in the academy.

Let’s straighten the shoulders again for now. Yeah. She’s not just a Viscountess Plachet, but a sage.

It’s difficult for nobles to play around with sages. Of course, it’s possible that people act this way toward Hayden, who is also a sage, but boldly ignoring that fact is enough.

“Is this how it’s usually done? Asking the intentions between the parties first and then proceeding?”

“No, it’s not like that. I just…”

He thoroughly thought in the style of the Eastern nobles. Cedric reflected.

“Nothing official has been said from Viscount Plachet yet. Since there hasn’t been any official exchange, it doesn’t matter if there’s no answer. But my father… well, he’ll definitely bring this out officially.”

There was no hint of wavering in his confident tone.

“He’s originally that kind of person. If he likes it, he’ll definitely execute and finish it.”

And Cedric noticed the fact that his damn father, Duke Alanka, had a grand plan to entangle the successor with Viscountess Plachet and put his daughter on the empress throne.

“Would Count Svenia just sit still?”

It’s a funny story. How many steady nobles are there, and where is the law that says the empress throne must be given to Catherine? Lu knew this fact even her sister, Catherine Lamber, knew.

“So, I’m telling you in advance that you won’t be able to avoid it.”

“Is it okay to think positively about marriage?”

“Regardless of my father, I think you’re a good match for marriage.”

“Because I’m close to His Majesty?”

Cedric frowned.

“That’s not so great.”

“Do you dislike His Majesty?”

“I think it’s difficult to get close to him.”

No matter how fiery he is and treated as a heretic because he is the lacking son of Duke Alanka, Cedric Lamber is still an Eastern noble.