“Who is Elysia?”

As Saviel glared at her, Carina’s shoulders naturally shrank.

In a way, she felt caught.

‘Elysia’s working at the Duke’s residence while losing her memory must be a secret.’

These days, the part that stressed Carina the most was the ‘social manners.’ Just as now, she found it difficult to receive a mediator or a marriage proposal because of Saviel, another big problem was gossip.

It was common sense that one who has formally conducted a ceremony and become a priestess will live a pure life forever.

Having carried the token given by the five gods and Oder on her body.

It was an event worth talking about among the court ladies if a female priestess who had lost her memory had spent quite a bit of time with an unmarried male noble.

But if that priestess was the Duchess of Uter and the nobleman was Duke Clément, it would be an even bigger issue.

This was a problem for Elysia, but also a problem for Carina herself.

The only way to silence such gossip was through marriage.

Formally acknowledged and a legitimate relationship, it would then become an implicit pressure to stop talking about it, and from then on, there would be no one to openly discuss it. Especially since Elleon’s mother was the only empress.

With affection for his flesh and blood and loving his sister, Emperor Maxis would certainly do so for his niece’s honor and his loyal duke.

‘Then what about me?’

Carina would be in trouble. Having reached the height of her eyes, she could only think of Elleon as the partner to swear to for the rest of her life.

Saviel and Elleon were cousins.

Tall height and black hair.

Long legs and a goodlooking physique.

White fair skin, almondshaped eyes, a straight and protruding nose, and smooth and welllined lips.

Even if the contents were trashlike, Saviel was also a wonderful man in appearance.

Two men.

Two opportunities.

What will happen to her if she loses Elleon here?

The anxiety that she might be driven somewhere, shaming the family if the Count Harrington couple promptly received a marriage proposal or sent her to a good spot, surged.

‘I did nothing wrong.’

When we met at the Imperial Palace on my debutante day, Elysia apologized to me for lying and lying. Because she had lost her memory, and she still doesn’t remember it.

There was something about Carina herself that came to mind, and she wanted to tell me.

She never asked her to keep that she was Lona a secret, so it wasn’t Carina’s fault anyway.

But Carina decided she had to cover up that secret for herself.

Because she couldn’t sacrifice Elleon to gossip because of a momentary slip of the tongue.

“What do you mean?”

“You just said Elysia is Lona.”

Looking at Saviel leaning over to me and speaking angrily, it was truly disgusting.

‘Are you here to insult me and court Elysia?’

She didn’t want to answer Saviel’s question obediently. She didn’t want to take small, petty revenge.

“I never said that.”

However, a moment of exhilaration, and then looking at Saviel with bloodshot eyes, making his blue irises look darker than usual, regret washed over her.

“Then I will leave.”

It was when Carina was about to turn away.

She was caught by Saviel, as if snagging her.

“Ugh. Ump.”

Startled, she gasped, and Saviel overlaid his lips on hers.

Carina’s eyes popped open in shock.

Saviel did not let go of Carina, who was trying to escape his embrace, and explored her lips.

“Huh.”

Carina resisted and ended up biting Saviel’s lips. Only then did Saviel, who let go of Carina, look down at her, rubbing the bloodstained mark on his lips.

“I didn’t mean you can go to Elleon just because I dumped you.”

“What, what…… did you say…….?”

“Did you want to provoke jealousy or interest? If so, I’ll tell you that you’ve half succeeded.”
Carina was pale and trembling with shock. To her, Saviel bowed his head and whispered in her ear.

“Just wait quietly. I will call you back to the palace for one night.”

Having bestowed his favor upon Carina by his standards, Saviel turned and headed towards the carriage he arrived in.

“Is Elishia in Ronara?”

The woman who was supposed to serve Leon by his side.

It was impossible to know how Elishia, who disappeared at Laurel Lake, ended up working at the Grand Duke’s residence in the capital, which was three days away by carriage.

“Come to think of it, the forest keeper did say he took her as far as the lordship in the middle.”

Saviel, in any case, was boiling with jealousy.

Elishia was my woman.

A woman that was mine, and that wretched Leon should never have touched. From the moment she was born.

The one who fueled Saviel’s obsession with Elishia was Empress Seraphina.

“I thought of her as the Crown Prince’s match, as a baby girl was born in the Duke’s house.”

It was a phrase he had heard tediously since he was young. A precious young lady of proper lineage was born, and she was destined to be his match, but she became a priestess.