Several months have passed since the announcement of the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Ebern.

Even in the comfortable first-class compartment, Casar checked documents with an unwavering posture throughout the train journey.

Occasionally, after the train entered Lindkoem, he would gaze out of the window, but every time, all he could see were monotonous colors.

The winter had caused the deciduous trees, which were once green with leaves, to shed them all, preparing for hibernation. Nyx, nestled at his feet, emitted warmth from his red eyes as he dozed off.

Even after arriving at the train station, Casar descended from the first-class compartment with graceful and unhurried manners.

Nyx, who had accompanied him in the car until now, might find it unfamiliar, but…

“It’s your homeland, Nyx.”

Upon hearing his master’s voice, Nyx immediately raised his head, squinting against the sunlight, and yawned.

The attendants who had come to see him off from the first-class compartment observed this scene with a subtle smile.

“Your Grace, I hope you have a pleasant journey.”

After a slight nod, Casar, along with Nyx, left the train station.

Since he had handed over Lindkoem Mansion to Scaha as a gift, including Peron, the driver, and all the servants, there was no one to greet Casar.

Especially on busy days like today.

He thought he could rent a carriage since the vibrant city was not far away, and as he was about to leave the train station…

“Casar!”

“Papa!”

At the familiar voice calling his name, the world, once colorless, suddenly brightened as vivid hues exploded into his vision like fireworks.

Scara, who was holding an unexpectedly grown baby that no one would believe was born not long ago, radiated a bright light beneath her glossy black hair and ruby-like eyes. As she grew, she increasingly resembled Scaha, making Casar laugh every time he looked at her.

The escorts who were with Scaha saluted him. Until the Kingdom of Ebern officially recruited an army, the Blachnacht Corps was acting as a substitute.

“Papa, Ana!”

Seeing Mahha reaching out her arms and squirming, Casar hurriedly took the baby from Scaha.

“Erwin.”

Calling out her name, he looked at the woman with a smile. Although her request was clear, for some reason, wanting to tease her, Casar briefly kissed Scaha’s forehead.

As expected.

The cute, frowning woman pouted her lips after the light kiss that nibbled her lower lip and gently touched the gap.

Finally, after kissing about five times due to Mahha going wild every time her lips were separated, they could stop.
“Wasn’t the journey difficult? Where is the duke who visits another country without any attendants?”

In fact, even after the annulment of the engagement with Scaha, Casar had visited Lindkoem two or three times a week, so it wasn’t particularly challenging. However, Scaha’s words were just…

“Thank you for inviting me on this historic day for the Kingdom of Ebern, Your Majesty the Queen.”

Holding Mahha, Casar expressed perfect courtesy with an elegant posture.

“Oh, not yet.”

Watching Scaha’s cheek blush slightly was quite enjoyable. So, there was a reason why he kept teasing her.

“After today, you will officially become the Queen of Ebern.”

“Well, but… please come quickly and confirm. I practiced, but I’m worried I might make a mistake.”

Casar replied, holding Scaha’s hand. Mahha, nestled in his other arm, was already half asleep, pressing her plump cheek against his chest.

Even during the short walk from the carriage Scaha brought to pick him up, Casar stopped three times and smiled. Each time, Scaha matched his lips.

Today was the day of the coronation of Erwin Del Adne, beloved Scaha.

Arriving at the capital of the Kingdom of Ebern, the archbishop, who received overwhelming respect, got out of the carriage with a solemn feeling.

Supporting Erwin Princess, who was about to face a fraudulent marriage, earned him a decent reputation within the Kingdom of Ebern and the central church. That was until the news of Erwin Princess having the child of Duke Blachnacht was reported.

The turning point was when the church’s gaze towards him rapidly cooled.

If they were going to declare the annulment, shouldn’t they have taken measures before the engagement, in other words, before the eve of the coronation, when they received the letter?

The moment the church cunningly dealt with it, turning the child of the noble bloodline of Del Adne into a bastard in fear of the Grand Duke’s influence.

After the birth of the two’s child, the primitive accusations intensified.

The church ruined a woman’s life by being wary of the Grand Duke, intentionally letting her be for the sake of opposing the abolition of discrimination against bastards, and so on.

The archbishop tasted a bitter taste, thinking about the dwindling number of followers after the birth of Erwin Princess’s child.