The hand, which had been tightly gripping only the shirt collar as if asking to be seen, slowly slid down Valter’s chest. His mouth curled slightly upward at the provocative touch.

It was a fact that Edit hadn’t explicitly stated to Adrian, but Valter had subtly sensed that Edit was avoiding him and had felt her provocation through her eyes.

To be precise, while pushing him away verbally and with actions, she provocatively enticed him with her gaze, seemingly saying, “Stimulate me quickly.”

Although he found her behavior, where her head and chest seemed disconnected, strangely intriguing, Valter was curious about why Edit was being passive.

Was it simply because she was busy?

Amidst such thoughts, Adrian’s grumbling about being neglected bothered her a lot.

“Maybe. If it was not fun, she might have forgotten. Umamama is smart, isn’t she? If it was interesting and important, she would have remembered for sure.”

No way. It couldn’t be that the excitement had disappeared as Adrian suggested.
Edit also desires Valter. Valter wanted to confirm that fact right now. Just looking into her hazy eyes didn’t excite him.

“The steward was dismissed earlier, Edit.”

Edit nodded slightly with her darkened face.

As soon as he confirmed that small gesture, Valter reached out and fiercely pulled the curtains tied with ribbons.

Gradually, the darkened interior was filled with rough breaths and peculiar noises.

A few hours later.

Having groomed himself, Valter lifted a satisfying face while holding a book. Leaning against a sofa in a corner of the meeting room, reading, he looked like a painting.

Even if Edit, who was in disarray, hadn’t wrapped herself in torn curtains and laid down between his legs, artists would have wanted to capture his current appearance in a painting.

Valter, reading a book to alleviate his boredom, used his remaining hand to stroke Edit’s blonde hair.

Contrary to the cute misconception of the kid, Edit still desired him. It seemed she wasn’t bored, reacting to each stimulus.

But why did she say such a thing to her son?

‘I didn’t make up words without Adrian.’

While Edit was having a nightmare about being exposed by her husband and getting a score of 0 on the exam, Valter continued to seriously ponder.

As a result, he could reach one conclusion.

‘Has our relationship been too quiet lately?’

If Edit heard it, she would probably widen her eyes and protest.

In a stable place like the imperial palace, it would be less risky than when they had an affair in the Portrian mansion. To spend lively time in this safe place, what should they do?

Unexpectedly, clues to solve his dilemma were found in the report received from Cassius a few days later.

The emperor mentioned investigating the disreputable traditions of the nobles, and the content was quite interesting.

“At the academy graduation party, there is a culture of confessing sincere feelings to someone you care about, regardless of status.

Initially, it was about expressing respect and affection for someone you cared about, but now it has degenerated into seducing and obtaining both body and soul.”

Below that, there was a story that gossip in social circles would fill the newspapers for a week after the party.

It seemed that happenings where the heirs of hostile families found common ground and disputes spread between families were quite common.

What the elderly, including the emperor, were concerned about was that those who should preserve their dignity would devote themselves to one night of play or seduction.

‘Well, it’s probably nothing. It’s not like the capital academy is an ethical society, either.’
While working as the stable keeper at the Portrian Mansion, everything that seemed vulgar and overly scandalous to Valter, who had seen it all, felt like children’s pranks.

A conspiracy between the lady of the house and the housekeeper to steal the family inheritance needed to be a bit more provocative to catch his attention.

‘In a stuffy noble society, this is considered a disreputable tradition… What is this?’

Reading the report with a sarcastic tone, Valter momentarily froze as he looked at the sketches attached to the next page.

There were drawings of sensual underwear worn by women to seduce men they cared about at the problematic party.

Belts made of leather, transparent silk, and loosely woven lace that revealed everything were the main materials.

“……. ”

Valter suddenly began to feel intrigued by the amusements of the human nobles that he had previously considered mundane.

It seemed that removing stains was just a superficial action.

There were quite a variety of clothes and accessories to add tension to a lover.

In his mind, he pictured Edit, who looked awkward in unfamiliar attire, facing the strange appearance of a princess who, despite wearing a modest dress on the outside, was not so modest on the inside.

Imagining an uncomfortable wife who, in her unfamiliar attire, was supposed to uphold the dignity befitting the Crown Princess, yet her body was heating up even more. A substantial force entered his lower abdomen.

“Valter… I’m uncomfortable, so could you help me with this buckle?”

As his thoughts reached that point, Valter stood up from his seat.

‘As a Crown Prince with the duty to respect history and traditions, even disreputable traditions are traditions that should be followed.’

What he had thought about improving the Academy’s bad habits now felt like someone else’s opinion.