“Of course! I have other orders from His Highness, so I’m off!”

By this time, the Earl of Ert, who had reached the door, hastily shut it and ran away.

In the palace where you are pushed and pushed back. There were no exceptions, even among the subjects serving the same lord.

“This is too much.”

The untraceable genius, Icrian Kasis, who had been made a fool in an instant, began to faithfully execute the order he never received.

Evelia sat by the fountain, enjoying the splashing water droplets, while Enlil, close by, chewed and swallowed flowers, waiting for Ludwig to finish his work.

The palace was always gorgeous and just watching the servants pass by was interesting, so waiting was not futile.

“Enlil. Enlil.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Enlil, having just put a yellow flower in his mouth, spat it out and responded. This flower was bitter.

“What would happen if someone is beaten up inside the palace?”

“……As long as it’s not a dragon, who my sister would beat, it’s fine. Beat them as much as you want.”

“What if they get caught?”

“Me. Crown Prince. Devil. Landlord.”

“Sounds powerful just by hearing their names.”

Evelia nodded, watching the gray hair walking from a distance. She did not like it at all.

‘Even one is disgusting to see, and not one or two, but three are coming.’

Evelia, as if meditating, slightly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The approaching Count Defont inevitably greeted her.

“Who is this. We met just a while ago, and we meet again, Your Highness.”

“It seems we get to know each other more when we see each other often.”

Evelia, who quickly pulled herself together, responded with a gentle smile. Although she was spitting out various harsh words inside, outwardly, it was an elegant greeting without a hitch.

The boy next to Count Defont looked Evelia up and down with his gray eyes, then spoke in a slow tone.

“Hoh……. It’s our first meeting, Your Highness.”

Evelia responded by slightly lifting her chin, without saying a word.

“Um, it’s rude not to receive greetings…….”

“I see no reason to accept the greeting of someone unknown.”

Evelia abruptly interrupted the boy’s awkward words.

Actually, she clearly knew who he was. Who else could stand confidently between Count Defont and Ceres but the young count?

However, if we were to go by status, the young count was clearly below Evelia, a princess. He should have duly announced his name and family in their first meeting.

In other words, Evelia was now demanding a proper greeting. The boy, who was squirming his eyebrows, smiled strangely and bowed.

“I’ve been very rude, not greeting the muchrumored princess until now. I am Ricard of the Defont Count family.”

“Nice to meet you, young officer.”

As Ricard gently touched his lips to Evelia’s small hand according to the etiquette of the nobles, Evelia quickly pulled her hand back. This was a nuisance.

“It’s been a while, Your Highness.”

“That it has.”

Evelia greeted Ceres briefly. She felt as if she was being ignored. Ceres clenched his teeth.

‘Arrogant.’

She had become more arrogant since they last met. The way she dealt with him, her straight back, the princess’s selfesteem was clearly piercing the sky.

The interest she was rightfully to enjoy, admiration, acclaim, affection. She seethed with intense anger at the one that had stolen it all.

“No. No way.”

Celeste, who had been frowning, soon offered a gentle smile. It was so soft that it made Evelia tilt her head.

“It won’t be long now.”

Thinking this way, she could afford hundreds of such smiles.

“Everything will soon return to normal. As it should. When that day comes, I will have the princess as my slave.”

Thinking about that day, it was hard for Celeste to hold back a smile even in front of Evelia.

Celeste’s face gradually brightened. Anyone would think she had met a dear friend.

As she looked expressionlessly at that radiant smile like a flower, Evelia thought.

“Ugh.”