Bolonico whispered to her without blinking.

“But with the presence of Lady Ariesta, how could Bolonico favor you? There must be a reason, a reason. Others won’t feel like making you the protagonist unless Bolonico knows some secret hidden by the entire unknown family. Make Bolonico want to create such a reason, Lady Regina.”

The rumor about Bolonico being the ‘hidden’ lover of the Crown Prince 1 had already spread.

If Bolonico attends the ball with Lady Ariesta instead of Regina, Regina will undoubtedly face great humiliation.

The attention Bolonico and Regina receive will be on a completely different level than that with Draycop Treloni.

She didn’t know about other things, but that was evident. It was the best choice she could make.

With only about a month left until the royal palace debutante ball.

Regina, cornered as much as she could be, finally spoke.

“… In my father’s laboratory, there is a side room.”

Gareth Feliase began to provide brief information about the space that Frederick and Regina herself had not been allowed to enter.

The royal blue eyes shone brightly and curved.

“Territory inspection?”

“Yes. Not to tour the entire territory. Just to taste it. Even just the Central Loxenhardt.”

Close to the summit, Clad’s face.

And the proposal from Ranslet, who had been closely watching him flip through the report.

Clad’s frequency of taking headache medicine had significantly decreased, and his behavior, which used to be sensitive, had perceptibly diminished.

It was a natural sequence for Ranslet to quietly hand over Clad’s obligation, which I had.

“No matter how much Loxenhardt is under the jurisdiction of the Leve Marquisate. As long as you receive the title of Marquis, all rights belong to you, right?”

The current location of the Black Mansion is the Leve Marquisate, located at the northernmost tip of Uprise.

An undisputed territory called ‘Loxenhardt Marquisate’ within it.

The vast territory with dense forests here and there was a place that Clad naturally had to inherit along with his title and his mother Eleanor Sun Empress’s death.

Of course, it was necessary to pay taxes to the Leve Marquisate, but thanks to the consideration of the Leve Marquis, only a negligible amount of tax was entering Clad’s possession every quarter.

“Is there a place to visit? Ten years ago, there were only a handful of people.”

“Yes. It hasn’t become slummed yet, but many people are forced to move here if they try hard to live in the capital or nearby territories and fail.”

It was because living became tougher day by day due to the tyranny of Emperor Igor.

Caught up in hunting or greed, he did not take care of state affairs at all, so the noble families who had been entrusted with the state affairs flourished.

However, due to Emperor Igor’s oppressive politics, life was not at stake, and even the aristocracy’s power was not precarious.
It is an era when everyone is walking on thin ice.

“Did you hear that we went to our family cemetery? I wonder how people will react if the lord shows his face after 10 years.”

“Not much.”

The reason people come to Loxenhart bit by bit was simple.

For the past 10 years, Clad had let go of the government affairs, but he had never raised taxes. As long as they worked hard to cultivate the barren land, there was still hope that they could make ends meet by leasing it for a long time.

Since the country raised taxes to the maximum, naturally, local lords also followed suit.

Loxenhart, slightly out of that range, remained the same. People preferred to have a small amount of tax from a barren land rather than losing even a little crop to others in the central territories.

The emotions that the people feel towards Clad, the lord, ‘monster’ Crown Prince, were far from hate or contempt.

As he simply existed and there was no news about him, people’s feelings toward him were not admiration but more like, “Our lord is somewhat better.”

Ranslet, upon hearing the news that Clad had started coming out of his bedroom frequently, hoped that Clad would take care of his land outside the mansion this time.

Privately, it was the sentiment of a friend who hoped that he would no longer hide, and publicly, it was a hope that he would someday speak out against Emperor Igor’s terror politics, like his older brother Eddy Lev’s wind.

However, whether Clad knew about such feelings of Ranslet or not, when his cousin suggested that he should take a look at his land, Clad had a sullen expression.

Ranslet squinted his eyes at the response he clearly anticipated and whispered.

“Madam hasn’t left the White Forest yet, right? Except when she visited the Lev Marquisate Cemetery.”

“Well, I’m busy every day, whether it’s at the chapel or somewhere else.”

Clad lightly gestured outside the window.

Yuan, mixed in the procession going for water, was chatting away.

Realistically, since he couldn’t go to his sister’s grave frequently to take care of it, Yuan would go to the small chapel where the tablets were placed to pray for his sister’s peace.