Sitting neatly in place, Yvane looked up at Claude with a bewildered face.

Claude’s face, looking tired, was slightly but noticeably flushed.

Looking at him with curious eyes, his eyebrows wavered slightly. He didn’t seem to be in a very pleasant mood.

Well, that’s true.

It was more comforting to think that he was annoyed by taking care of her too well rather than assuming he was in a state of irritation because he was forced to take care of her.

Maybe Dr. Hille is busy making some medicine.

It goes without saying that the servants are busy every day.
After that, Claude continued to lift the meal tray silently, just like when Yvane prepared his meals. Sitting beside her, if she spilled or dripped anything, he grumbled while wiping it away. If her hands shook and she couldn’t pick up the food properly, he would pick it up himself and bring it to her mouth.

The shock was so immense that Yvane, who had been wondering if this was a dream, remained dazed until the worried-faced maid came in, asked about her well-being, and cleared the dishes.

However, the surprising events didn’t end there.

“Get up.”

During a brief rest, Claude’s attire had changed.

Claude, dressed in a flowing black outfit, awkwardly swept his bangs to the side as he urged Yvane.

Yvane, unable to comprehend the situation, stared at him openly.

A man who usually only wore a gown was now in casual clothes.

“Your sister. Let’s go together to the newly buried place.”

“!”

“It’s not far.”

Following this, a hastily prepared black dress was put on Yvane.

The Crown Prince couple got on a carriage together for the first time.

As Claude said, there was a joint cemetery owned by Viscount Leve less than three hours away from the mansion.

The carriage, which had been running energetically, slowed down, and the voices of the guards and Mr. Mazuran, who were guarding the place, overlapped. Soon, knocking sounds were heard from outside.

Until then, Yvane thought that Claude wouldn’t get off the carriage.

“What are you doing?”

“… Should I get off?”

“If you don’t want to, stay here.”

Without a response from Yvane, Claude stared at her with a completely expressionless face, seemingly waiting for her answer.

From the moment Claude nonchalantly came out of the bedroom, Yvane had been in a more bewildered state than in the morning.

Yvane saw the mask covering half of Claude’s face. Claude came out despite not wanting to show his face. To personally bring Yvane here.

“Come back as you wish.”

While Yvane was still in a state of disbelief, Claude, leaning more comfortably against the carriage wall, spoke as he looked at her with lazy eyes.

With his legs crossed, as if he was about to take a nap, he leaned against the wall and raised his chin.

And, with his languid eyes, he glanced alternately between the carriage door, where the knocking sound was heard again, and her eyes.

Yvane’s hand, which had been holding the carriage door handle, stopped. For some reason, she didn’t want to go alone. Yvane, hesitating for a moment, boldly spoke.

“If you say you want to go together… would you come with me?”

“According to which tone should I give it?”

Claude, who answered brightly, placed Yvane behind him and opened the door first.

When his large body stepped outside the carriage, Mr. Mazuran lowered his head with a bewildered expression, then immediately reached out his hand to Yvane.

Holding Mr. Mazuran’s hand and stepping out of the carriage, Yvane was surprised to see the unexpected people waiting in front of her. Claude’s large body stepped out, and Mr. Mazuran, with a surprised look, immediately lowered his head and extended his hand to Yvane.

Holding Mr. Mazuran’s hand and getting off the carriage, Yvane, surprised by the unexpected people waiting in front of her, slightly hid behind Claude.

“Who are they…”
As if prepared in advance, there were six clergy members waiting for the Crown Prince couple. Initially, Yvane felt her heart drop, thinking they were people from the royal family. However, upon seeing the high hats and the symbols of the temple hanging around their necks, Yvane sighed in relief.

“Are they accusing you of a crime?”

Yvane whispered so softly that only Claude could hear, casting anxious glances around.

“…Count Compagni said that I should burn my sister.”

“Who does he think he is?”

“He says it’s the law…”

“He’s just a parachutist. An ignorant fool running his mouth.”

Whether Count Compagni was truly a parachutist or not, hearing it from Claude made it seem likely. The priests who welcomed the Crown Prince couple were extremely polite. Upon closer inspection, their priestly robes were quite worn, and compared to the young priests in the small chapel, these middle-aged individuals seemed frail.

The Crown Prince couple, accompanied by the priests who had arrived earlier, entered deep into the cemetery. Familiar and unfamiliar names passed through Yvane’s black pupils that were fidgeting.

As a family that had produced many historical figures, the Leve Viscount family’s cemetery had quite a few gravestones with names seen only in history books.

They soon discovered a gravestone placed in a very deep spot.

Although nothing was written on it, Yvane instinctively felt certain that Louise was buried beneath that gravestone. Confirming that certainty, Claude nodded ever so slightly.

Suppressing the urge to distort his expression, Yvane looked around the well-maintained surroundings.

Beneath the white gravestone embedded in the ground, her sister slept.

Not in a corner of a small chapel cemetery but in a piece of this precious cemetery where distinguished individuals were laid to rest.