The image of the lovely lady who had boldly refused Pamerlo’s proposal and stood up a while ago flashed before his eyes.

I thought it was just about looks, but her personality is just as appealing.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a plan?”
“What are you saying? Oh, that Rio danced in the middle of the market wearing only underwear? Or was it because of just two mice that she trembled like a six-year-old girl? I’ll say it again; I prefer women. No matter how Rio rushes in wearing only underwear, it doesn’t tickle my fancy.”

Ian, unable to contain his anger, stared at the shivering Pamerlo and gracefully stood up.

If Pamerlo had crafted his personality through bone-chilling efforts, Ian, not even a noble, exuded grace from head to toe.

“And leave that carrot girl alone. I can’t stand it when some other guy messes around with my ideal type. If Rio pulls off such a stunt again, there might be scorpions in his pants instead of mice. But the scorpion pincers aren’t that big; I wonder if they’ll cut properly?”

“You, you!”

“Oops, my name is not ‘you,’ it’s Ian. Have you lost your mind already?”

After gracefully taking off the hat he had been wearing until the end and bowing elegantly, Ian left the place. He didn’t forget to wink at the female employees who were staring blankly at him.

The two quickly entered the forest. Stella wasn’t feeling good as it seemed like she had caused trouble just by going out for a day.

Seeing Stella, who had been chattering away on the way there, now looking sullen and gloomy, Daelan felt uncomfortable.

“It’s not the princess’s fault. It’s because of that troublemaker, whether it’s Rio or Leo. So….”
Daelan blurted out words in a sorrowful heart, only to quickly shut his mouth. He thought Stella, who chattered away without knowing the main topic, seemed very arrogant.

“I think I misunderstood.”

However, Stella’s voice still lacked strength. Daelan pondered on what to say, but with his limited wisdom, he couldn’t think of comforting words.

Even if he opened his mouth, saying something like “It’s not the princess’s fault” wouldn’t be a comforting remark.

Daelan walked in silence. In the dense forest, unidentified birds incessantly chirped. After a few days of back and forth, a fairly recognizable path had formed, and it was now quite walkable.

“Instead of Bryn’s clothes, Daelan, you should have worn your clothes.”

“What?”

The direction of admitting the mistake was different from what he had thought. Daelan was so tongue-tied, this time truly not knowing what to say, that his mouth was agape like a floundering fish.

Leaving Daelan standing there without saying a word, Stella sighed deeply and walked ahead, muttering.

“I’ve become somewhat prettier these days.”

The princess was larger in stature than what he had imagined.

When Stella arrived in Verdura, she thought Mila would give her some nagging, so she prepared herself. However, Mila didn’t even show a sign of displeasure, let alone nagging.
I wondered if she went to Conpano, but it wasn’t the case. Instead, something more urgent came up than nagging.

“Princess Annette has sent an invitation to a tea party.”

Mila urgently spoke before Stella even changed her clothes.

“When is it?”

“In an hour.”

“What? Today? Wasn’t the invitation sent a few days ago?”

Even if it’s a nearby place, it’s unusual to receive an invitation for a tea party on the same day.

It seemed like Mila might have forgotten and hurriedly delivered it now. However, judging by Mila’s expression, it didn’t seem to be the case.

“Princess Annette usually sends invitations on the day of the tea party.”

“Why?”

“The distance is short, and…”

“Is it like a procedure to check if you obediently nod to her words? A show of power? Among the princesses who came as reinforcements, and only within the Plant Zone?”

Mila thought Stella was joking, but seeing her slightly raised eyebrows, it seemed like she was serious.

Stella’s reaction, accurately understanding the situation, surprised Mila more than she could hide. Mila was honest herself, but Princess Stella seemed to be a different breed.
Unlike other princesses who try to package their lives here as if in a hopeful flower garden, Stella accurately understands the situation and quickly grasps her position.

A powerless princess from the Amaloon Kingdom, who came as reinforcement to the Cradeon Empire, and the lowest-ranked princess even in the Plant Zone.

Nevertheless, her eyes were always filled with determination and an inexplicable will.

Despite Stella constantly engaging in unreasonable activities, Mila just realized the reason she was drawn to her.

It was precisely because of those eyes, vividly alive.

“Then, I’ll inform them that you won’t be attending.”

Unexpectedly, Stella didn’t react as if it was forbidden. However, seeing Mila’s expression, Stella sighed lightly as if saying there was no choice.

“No need to do that. I’ll go.”

Although not well aware, Mila had a feeling that declining the invitation might have repercussions for her in charge.