In addition, the person who can create things incomparable to through research for him,
who cannot escape from being said to be inferior to his predecessors.

During the time without Yuan, Gerret Peliesse felt it to the bone.

‘I need Yuan. Preferably with a leash on her, locked up in the next room. Making her into a fool who can’t even think of being happy on her own.’

To do that, first he needs to separate Yuan from the monster trapped in the black mansion.

From the monster who would either steal his treasure to waste her abilities or kill her!

Why did the former prince belatedly send the bride price?

It means he fully accepts Yuan as his wife and recognizes this Peliesse Count family as his in-laws!

‘That must never happen. Who decides to recognize this place as in-laws. I can never accept this marriage. That wench Yuan is eternally the property of Peliesse, my property!’

Gerret Peliesse left the reception room behind Priscilla, who was happily counting the gold ingots sent by the former prince, and went up to his laboratory.

The secret agent Giyotel was already inside through the back door.

“Did you find out?”

“There’s a family cemetery in the Lev Marquis territory. The former crown princess visited a few weeks ago and again this week. I bribed the caretaker and he said he was instructed from above to treat the former crown princess well as she will visit twice a month from now on.”

“Louise, it seems she buried that there.”

“Pardon?”

“Prepare to leave for that place right away.”

As soon as Count Peliesse, who had hastily packed his bags, burst out of the laboratory door, he came face to face with Regina, who was loitering in front of it.

Regina was wrapped in luxurious accessories and dresses incomparable to before, which she had previously thought necessary to marry into a decent family, but strangely it made his stomach churn.

“Regina.”

“Yes, Father.”

Regina, who had been watching from outside as a suspicious man slipped into the laboratory and soon after her father went in and came out after a while, answered obediently.

The suspicious man followed her father out of the open doorway. When their eyes met, she flinched and pretended not to see.

The count, eyeing his daughter with drowsy eyes, sternly warned.

“Don’t get any foolish ideas. Behave yourself.”

“Pardon?”

“I’m talking about Crown Prince Boloniko.”

Regina’s eyes quickly sharpened at the tone implying not to expect anything as it was a useless act.

“He and I are already lovers.”

“Nonsense!”

“I didn’t throw myself at him first! You know that! You saw it too! He sent me letters first…”

“Draycup Trelloni sent several letters today too. Your name was written clearly on them. In my opinion, he’s good enough as your match. He’s the most realistic marriage prospect. It would be nice to be involved with a better family, but don’t get involved with Crown Prince Boloniko. I don’t mind subtle rumors. That will raise your value. But don’t think about openly dating the prince.”

Regina glared at her father with eyes full of resentment.

It would be one thing if there was no hope at all. But she was already in the midst of dreaming the sweet dream of Boloniko.

Although Boloniko does a lot of things that turn people’s insides out, he has looks that are on a different level from the horse-faced Draycup, and above all, he is a prince of this country.

And he is the legitimate firstborn son of the emperor.

To Regina’s eyes, her father Gerret Peliesse looked like a coward who only thought about throwing away opportunities before his eyes with unnecessary worries.

If he wants to throw away opportunities, he can do it alone. But to hold back his own child’s ankle while doing so.

Count Peliesse whispered, regardless of Regina’s resentful eyes.

“If Kompani Marquis is just a snake, the prince is a cobra with deadly venom. He’s beauty and cunning poison itself.”

“In what way?”

Count Peliesse left only those words and passed by Regina, swaying with the strange man behind him.

“Where are you going?!”

Count Peliesse did not answer his daughter’s question.

Regina glared at the laboratory key jingling at her father’s waist, then quickly ran to the warehouse where the carrier pigeons were gathered.

“Lev Marquis territory… family cemetery… visit twice a month… treat well…”

Regina, who had wrung out the voices that had leaked through the laboratory door crack, immediately sent a letter to Boloniko.

“I can’t help it, Father. I have to find my own way to survive.”

Regina glared at the carrier pigeon flying away with the note attached.

Having seen hope in Boloniko, it was impossible to be satisfied with that horse-faced Draycup Trelloni.

If you ask the people of Rocksenhart territory what their most interesting field is these days, a hundred out of a hundred would answer like this.

‘Cleaning potion’.

Starting with the Lev Marquis family urgently recruiting about dozens of locals, currently close to 300 locals are mobilized to search through the White Forest like combing for lice, picking herbs, squeezing juice, drying or grinding.

Moreover, craftsmen who were barely making ends meet without utilizing their expertise at all began to get new work.

Not only making pretty glass bottles to hold the potion and paper labels to wrap those bottles, but also the printing house that prints boxes or wrapping paper for gift packaging was busy day after day.

It was natural that the commercial district became lively at once as merchants who had only stayed in nearby territories to obtain cleaning potions came in droves to Central Rocksenhart.

It was a change in just one month.

“This is why specialties are important.”

Hille, who had taken off his worn-out clothes and put on moderately shiny clothes, said with his nose in the air.

“When Madam mentioned the idea for this potion, I already had gold floating in my head.”

“Hey, four-eyes. Yuan deserves the credit, so why are you boasting?”

“Your Highness. If a businessman has no greed for gold, it will only remain in the realm of art. It would be nothing more than displaying a nice item at home.”

“Just leave the painkillers and go.”

“Ah. This time Madam made all of these. Now that Your Highness doesn’t take many painkillers, and I’ve been called here and there…”

“Go.”

Eyes that clearly said ‘Geez, you talk too much’ moved from Hille to the office door.

As Hille disappeared with a gloomy face, Marquis Mosan Lev, who had been holding back his cheers, took a deep breath.

“The former crown princess is truly a blessing. Really.”

“Stop the flattery.”

The urgently made and sold quantity over the past month was all sold out.

After paying the locals for their labor and lighting up the streets of Central Rocksenhart, which used to be engulfed in darkness at night, with gas lamps, there was still an enormous amount of gold left from the profits earned.

“Why don’t you tell her directly? She’d be happy.”

“By the way, where is the real boss, not that lanky acting boss?”

At Marquis Lev’s exaggerated question, Clard fell into thought for a moment.

His long fingers with thick joints slowly stroked the bundle of painkillers Hille had left behind.

“She’s probably holed up in the research room in my room. Even though she’s busy, she faithfully follows the water-drawing procession and when she returns, she’s holed up reading something.”

“I heard she often visits the family cemetery too. It seems she’s enjoying the fresh air outside?”

“Is that so.”

Clard’s voice was low and calm, but not particularly pleasant.

However, Marquis Mosan Lev was busy praising Yuan, regardless.

“How can she be so smart and modest.”

“Modest? There’s no other dog that runs around chattering more−”

“She gets along well with the servants without formality, and above all, she got Your Highness to come out of the bedroom.”

“I didn’t come out because of Yuan, but on my own−”

“So this time I wanted to give her a gift and prepared something.”

Clard’s excuses fell on deaf ears to Marquis Lev, who had an excited face.

Marquis Lev leaned towards Clard, who was buried in a pile of documents, with a deliberately solemn face.

“Isn’t the former crown princess just the right age for a debutante?”

“A debutante? A married woman?”

“This time, the Marquis mansion is planning to hold a grand debutante ball for the daughters of the vassals belonging to the Marquis territory. We’re especially increasing the scale.”

“…So?”

“We’re inviting the former crown princess to enjoy the atmosphere of the debutante ball. Naturally.”

Clard’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.

“She probably wouldn’t like such a noisy event−”

“Have you asked her? Even if she’s shy, at that age there’s usually a romance about debutante balls. Especially if such a handsome man goes as her partner, it will make everyone envious.”

Marquis Lev took out a hand mirror from his bosom − it’s incomprehensible why both Lancelot and his father carry such things − and held it out to Clard.

In the small mirror was a handsome man with disheveled blonde hair and somewhat displeased eyes.

“I wonder if the escort of a ‘former’ prince is included in girls’ fantasies.”

At Clard’s self-deprecating remark, Marquis Lev, who had withdrawn the hand mirror, had a secretive smile spread across his lips.

“You can become the real master of Rocksenhart, Your Highness.”

Seeing Clard’s face harden quickly, Marquis Lev raised his momentum.

“Whatever the inside story is. Your Highness is a former prince who stepped down at your own request. On paper, in the newspapers, wasn’t the content they clamored about that Your Highness voluntarily handed over the throne to your uncle, Grand Duke Igor, and stepped down?”

“…”

“It’s the title and land that the late Marquis Lev, my father and Your Highness’s maternal grandfather, inherited to the late Empress Eleonore. If Your Highness just signs the prepared documents, it will be inherited without any problems. It’s late, very late.”

“…”

“If you’re concerned about becoming the former crown princess’s partner as a former prince, become the Count of Rocksenhart. Become a count and come out into the world completely and live proudly. Wouldn’t the former crown princess be happier that way than being confined to the mansion?”

“Debutante ball.”

Clard fell into thought.

“A debutante ball…”

Marquis Lev nodded vigorously while catching his breath.

Saying he would invite the former crown princess, who had been disappointed during the previous territory inspection, to a marquis mansion filled only with beautiful and sparkling things, with honey on his lips.

“That’s what everyone else does.”

Clard, who had been listening quietly, muttered as if sighing.

“If my uncle arranges such an occasion, I won’t stop Yuan from attending.”

“Then−”

“But if it means I have to escort the Countess of Rocksenhart as the Count of Rocksenhart, I’ll have to think about it.”