Regina, with a flushed and excited face, asked without taking her eyes off the box.

The small man, once again opting not to explain, took out a golden envelope from his pocket. The violet wax seal bore the emblem of the Hwangga, a wolf pattern. The eyes of the Count and Countess lit up like lanterns.

Regina snatched the envelope as if claiming it and opened it.

The beginning of the short letter was clearly written like this:

“Oh my goodness! Honey, did I ever mention this? The First Prince kept staring at our Regina during that party!”

As soon as the small man delivered the letter and disappeared, Priscilla let out a scream of joy.

Regina, with a heart overflowing, read and reread the letter. It was an invitation to a play for the upcoming courtiers, hosted by the First Prince Bollonico.

Regina’s eyes, who had never been able to secure the top-notch designs whenever she got dresses fitted for the high nobility, began to shimmer with excitement.

Even her father, who usually poured generous support to Regina, tightened his wallet when the crow left the house.

What an opportune gift! Nothing less than a handwritten letter from the First Prince Bollonico!

What could this mean?

“Now is not the time for this. Our Regina might become the partner of the prince!”

Priscilla, more excited than Regina, rushed up to her home office, considering whether to go in a couple of times a month.

She was writing a letter to her hometown, Feltga.

Although it was a hometown that had been somewhat cut off due to the failure of Phelesse Count, the only place where money could come out now was there.

Priscilla, with just one letter from the First Prince Bollonico, had already imagined Regina becoming the prince’s wife and later the empress.

Count Phelesse stared at Regina, who started searching through an expensive jewelry catalog with a complicated expression.

Whether the capricious favor of the First Prince Bollonico would be a blessing or a curse was not immediately clear.

But…

“So when the hell will my heart medicine be made?”

“I bought enough for five years! Do you know how much money I paid for what I sold, Count?”

“Um, um, everyone. Actually, the reason I’ve been busy lately is because the First Prince…”

The only name big enough to face the gathering nobles right now was Bollonico Euphris.

To avoid the moment, Count Phelesse willingly added a bit of exaggeration to the truth and avoided the crisis.

‘It’ll be okay.’

For example,

“Hehe, being the prince’s wife is nothing. You just have to think of it as meeting each other and having a good impression. Isn’t it a good age?”

Just a very fresh and discreet scandal that would stimulate the curiosity of the capital nobility.

Black mansion.

Butler Gustaf was about to leave the bedroom after Claud had called and remained silent for a long time without saying anything.
Lately, Claud has frequently looked at Gustaf as if he were about to say something, only to turn away. This happened because of his recent behavior, scrutinizing Gustaf from top to bottom and then ignoring him. Even looking in the mirror, Claud appeared as usual, and his clothes were always the same, so it couldn’t be due to his aging appearance. The only guess was that the sensitive master, as always, acted capriciously.

However, today seemed different. When trying to take the empty dishes out, Claud called Gustaf once again.

“Butler.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Why is it like this today?”

Was it a complaint about the meal? The master, who always suffered in pain, seemed disinterested in whatever was served, as if he had no appetite.

Recently, the mistress had been showcasing her culinary skills by personally making or overseeing almost every meal, which made a difference. However, today someone else had cooked, and the one bringing it up was the butler.

The butler, after pondering for a moment, looked at Claud, who was gazing out the window with an expression that seemed to say, “Oh.”

Claud stood by the window where the sunlight poured in every day.

It was something to see if one lived for a long time.

“Don’t you like it? I wonder if Madam’s skills have always suited your taste. Judging by how you notice it like a ghost.”

The neatly arched forehead of Claud wrinkled slightly as Gustaf’s answer didn’t seem to be the one he wanted.

“Did I sleep with you yesterday?”

“Yes? Yes.”

The question was asked every day. The same answer every day.

“How old is Yuan Phelesse?”

And then, after hesitating for a long time, an absurd question emerged.

Even Claud found the question ridiculous. Still, while looking out the window, he asked again.

“Exactly. How old is he?”

“I believe he is four years younger than Your Highness.”

A deep sigh burst out.

It was true that he had passed the age of majority.

It was just that his appearance was deceiving. But even so, nothing had changed.

Despite the fact that his body shouldn’t sleep together, without fail, he did, and the problem was that the woman didn’t refuse and instead said she did it because she liked it.