The feast continued for a long time. Although Duke Lexion and his three daughters pretended to engage in social conversations and glanced at some middle-aged men entering their forties, it was all in vain.
“Léa unni, really. Leaving difficult problems behind.”

Those listed by Liriète all had a favorable impression of Léa, but that was about it.

“It’s a secret to my wife, but if Lady Léa had given me a glance for more than 3 seconds, I would have knelt down and confessed my love right away.”

“As you said, seeing the well-respected Duke Sogong brings Lady Léa to mind. How proud she was… My brother and I dreamt of dancing with Lady at least once.”

Similar responses came from anyone asked at the wedding. The only one providing a noteworthy response was the intoxicated Marquis Hachel.

“Lady Léa… Hik! Even though she consistently rejected my date proposals, she always enjoyed watching the palace martial arts.”

“Hachel Marquis. It seems you were deeply interested in my daughter.”

“Franz, I apologize….”

“Tsk, go home.”

Franz instructed Vane to forcibly eject Marquis Hachel, then sighed.

“There should be only a handful of men worthy of attending the palace martial arts. There are over seven princes alone, and if you count the knights, it would be impossible to pinpoint anyone who attended the martial arts.”

Although it seemed unlikely to ever find out who Walter’s biological father was, Franz still decided to pass on what he heard to Walter and Edit.

As people who had filled the banquet hall with cheers began to leave, Edit called for Vivian.

“Vivian, where’s Adrian?”

“It seems greeting many people today tired him out. The nanny said he slept more deeply than usual.”

With a light smile, Edit thought of Adrian, who had casually enjoyed popularity while in Walter’s arms.

Whether he resembled his father or not, Adrian didn’t cry even when a stranger brought their face close. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a baby who doesn’t cover their face like that. It’s amazing, even though I gave birth to him.”

“He seemed to be liked by the ladies. Our young master received many gifts. Oh, and the gifts from Madam and Duke Sogong have been moved to the bedroom separately.”

Edit knew that expressing gratitude for received gifts and replying with thanks for attending the wedding were also part of the wedding. She moved towards the bedroom with Walter to quickly check the gifts. A fleeting thought crossed her mind.

“The person who sent the sword to Walter during the tournament, did they also send a gift this time?”

Hearing about Walter participating in the tournament, sending an anonymous sword seemed like something only a biological father would do. If the biological father wanted to make his presence known to Walter, he might have sent a gift for the wedding.

Upon entering the bedroom, a thick and masculine silhouette caught Edit’s eye. It was Walter, who had arrived a bit earlier and was carefully examining the gifts with a card in his hand. His expression was unusual, so Edit sneakily asked,

“Is there a noticeable gift, Walter?”
The enclosed card contained only a short and formal message congratulating the marriage, but thanks to the golden ink-engraved pattern of the imperial family on the background, one could tell who sent the gift.

“Could this be a gift sent by Her Majesty the Empress?”

What was inside the box were a pair of intricately carved onyx pieces that looked suitable for the emperor to present to a courtier. While adorned with jewels and vibrant, there was nothing particularly noteworthy except for their overall beauty.

As Edit gazed appreciatively at the onyx pieces, Walter retrieved a small card from a drawer and handed it to her once again.

“Edit, this is a letter from Her Majesty the Empress for your wedding congratulations, and this one is the card that came with the sword delivered during the tournament. Do the handwriting styles on both cards look similar to my eyes?”

“……!”

Edit squinted her eyes at the two cards alternately.