When he mechanically held her waist and lightly lifted her, Yuan asked with a snap.

The warmth of his large hand that embraced her waist and stomach passed through the fabric, touching her skin.

As her perfectly shaped lips remained tightly closed, she pressed for an answer.

“Yes?”

“…Then, so what.”

Becoming family forcibly in a blink of an eye.

A small existence that reminded her of her deceased younger sister.

Not that kind of existence, but ‘my’ wife.

At that word, a spring-like smile bloomed on Yuan’s lips.

The high ceiling of the massive dance hall, the ornate chandeliers hanging there, and the sunlight pouring through the tall and slender stained-glass windows that were as high as a ten-story building.
People emitting the fragrance of fancy clothes and sweet perfume, with curious eyes shining towards her.

Nothing caught her eyes.

Not even the insane emperor who had been sending unpleasant glares or Bolonico, who made her uneasy.

Only Clad’s lips, proclaiming her as ‘his’ wife with a dry face that revealed no emotions, filled her vision.

Clad did not bother to look at her, yet he seemed to know where her gaze was directed, acting as if he understood it clearly.

“Stop staring, madam.”

“!”

“Your face will be pierced.”

Whispering with emotionless ups and downs, he lifted her up, twirling her around about seven times.

Garrett Peliesse, the Viscount who was searching for Regina, who was sobbing in the guest room, stopped and observed the uncomfortable-looking Bolonico, the First Prince, as soon as he found him.

The First Prince Bolonico, who hadn’t danced with anyone, clearly knew that the gazes were aimed at him, yet he couldn’t hide his anxiety.

Under normal circumstances, Bolonico would have been busy enjoying those glances.

Following the endpoint of Bolonico’s restless gaze, the viscount also cast his gaze in the same direction.

“Yuan Peliesse-.”

Where Bolonico was looking, the Pale Prince and Princess were standing side by side, enjoying finger foods.

It was quite a secluded spot, yet Garrett Peliesse, standing on the opposite side, also hummed with curiosity as he peered there.

In the hall, girls who had already greeted the Emperor and Empress took turns dancing, and on the dais, girls who still hadn’t greeted the imperial couple stood in line. However, the place where they all hesitated was where the rumored Pale Prince and Princess were.

“Didn’t he say his whole body got burned?”

“How could that be? He looks the same as when he was young. I feel like crying.”

“Oh, there’s a cleaning potion at Leve’s Emporium. It’s said to be excellent at removing burn marks-.”

“Ah! No way. On the face?”

“It’s perfect timing. It hasn’t been long since that potion came out, and the Pale Prince has a flawless face-.”

“In fact, isn’t he too beautiful? Maybe he hid his identity because he wanted to live in seclusion due to the commotion outside.”

“But the people who attended the wedding congratulatory party last time said that until then, the Pale Prince-.”

“Then the cleaning potion must be true!”

“We haven’t tried that potion at our mansion yet. Is it really that effective?”

“Yes. This time, from my in-laws-.”

As soon as the story of the ‘cleaning potion’ came up, Garrett Peliesse, who had been like a fish caught in the net whenever that topic arose, shifted his gaze upward, as if to captivate the audience, and swept it through the entire hall. Everyone was collecting their breath, whispering praises at the neat and captivating face that came into view.

Seeing that perfectly charming face, the viscount crumpled his forehead as if he had seen something disgusting.

“Yuan… What a useless mess…!”
That must be Yuan’s work.

No, it’s definitely Yuan’s work.

The vibrant, purplish eyes filled with vigor and the transparent skin, devoid of shadows under the eyes, clearly showed the traces of his niece using her abilities to eliminate fatigue.

Even the fact that the half-monster face was restored to its normal state indicated that Yuan had used some means.

‘Does that Pale Prince know about Yuan’s abilities?’

If he had recovered to the point of walking around outside without any issues, it would be more surprising if he didn’t know.

Viscount Garrett Peliesse realized it the moment he felt the clean disappearance of pain when he touched Yuan’s twisted ankle during his younger days, saying, ‘I hope my uncle isn’t hurt.’

It was the power that the Peliesse family, for generations, had concealed.

The secret of the family that only the Peliesse lineage carried.

If the Pale Prince had experienced that mysterious power multiple times, he would undoubtedly have recognized the source of the Peliesse reputation.

Did that monstrous Pale Prince recognize Yuan’s value, understand the profits of instructing him to create things like the ‘cleaning potion,’ and earn money that way?

‘Wait. Then, that dowry…?’

Ah.

Now all the mysteries were solved.

He had no dowry to bring. Not even a single territory.

He brought an orphan girl without parents and recognized her as his wife.

The intention of that Pale Prince, who willingly paid the dowry he demanded, was now clear.

‘He wants to eat and run, is that it?’

With a surge of anger, Garrett Peliesse raised his eyes, aiming his beautiful, pair-like eyes at Yuan like a painting.

For a while.

Garrett Peliesse, who stared at Yuan with eyes similar to those of Bolonico, resolved not to miss the opportunity to meet and talk with Yuan today.

And not long after he made that resolution.

A scream erupted from the beautiful couple who had captured the attention of the audience.

It was because the blond Pale Prince, who had been drinking champagne and blood simultaneously, vomited them out.

Yuan was almost out of his mind.

As the party progressed and the music intensified, his hand naturally reached for champagne. He randomly picked up a glass and brought it to his lips.

As soon as Clad put the champagne in his mouth, he frowned, then without making a coughing sound, blood spewed out as if it were backflow.

Yuan was so shocked that he froze, without even making an attempt to cover his mouth with both hands.

Amidst the pouring screams, Emperor Igor, who had witnessed his nephew vomiting blood, came down from the throne in anger.