But Count Hargis couldn’t offer any response. No one in this palace had no idea who or what ‘silver’ referred to.

Count Hargis’ heart beat strangely.

Now, if asked, Count Hargis felt he could predict what words might come out slowly from the prince’s lips.

“…Olivia.”

And Count Hargis’ thoughts were precisely correct. He bowed his head and replied.

“The lady returned to the Duke’s residence with the Duke yesterday.”

It was a guessed residence, but it felt much more repulsive than what he had heard before.

Immediately, Olivia’s residence needed to be changed to the Prince’s Palace, or rather, to the Prince’s Consort Room. Now that Olivia had returned, it was the opportune time.
If I endured just a few more months, it would have been a year, and then, as soon as the engagement period with Maria ended, I would have a national wedding with Olivia, and everything would return to its original place.

Impatience consumed Leopold.

The sight of yesterday’s Olivia, who seemed to retreat as if disappearing, flashed before his eyes. Leopold spoke abruptly.

“…Bring her here briefly before the party today.”

“I apologize, but your schedule is already full before the party, my lord.”

“Adjust it.”

If it were the capable aide, Count Hargis, he could adjust the time as much as needed. However, unlike usual, Count Hargis bowed his head.

“I apologize, my lord. Meeting the Hepherti delegation for the first time is difficult to reschedule. After that, the delegation from the Orange Kingdom is also waiting for greetings.”

Upon the returning response, Leopold cursed silently in his mouth. Although a momentary regret was evident in his sharp eyes, it was futile.

No matter how urgent it was, Leopold was still the prince.

It was the first meeting with Hepherti after the war. Since the Duke chose negotiation with Hepherti as his first official duty, today’s greeting would be the cornerstone of negotiation, not a simple greeting.

Instead, Leopold’s sharp mind chose a different approach.

“Send a dress to Olivia.”

A dress. Count Hargis hesitated for a moment. Although he had sent dresses to the former lady many times, the prince’s order felt somewhat different.

“What kind of dress should I send, my lord?”

“That’s right.”

Leopold, who was about to mention the gorgeous dress he wore yesterday, closed his mouth for a moment. That splendid attire, as beautiful as a fairy, was not for him.

Although Olivia wore a dark-colored dress, if she could return to her original self with those vague dresses. It was a moment of brief contemplation.

“How about it, my lord?”

Beyond the dormant memories, a slightly trembling voice, as if tensed, came to mind. Leopold groped through his memories.

It seemed to be on a very hot day. It was undoubtedly one of the days when preparations for the engagement ceremony with Olivia were underway. On that day, Olivia asked me, wearing a dazzling white dress.

When the figure of Olivia, full of youthful expectation, looking at me with a dazzling dress, became clearer, Leopold finally opened his tightly closed lips and answered.

“White. White would be good.”

As if recalling a quite old reminiscence, Leopold’s sea-colored eyes softened tenderly. With that level of memories, Olivia would surely recall the emotions of the ten years she held again.

Unfortunately, Leopold had completely forgotten what answer he gave to Olivia’s question in that old memory.

“…I knew it wouldn’t be great, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad. The lady is not the type for a splendid look.”

“…Understood, my lord. From now on, white dresses as you say…”
As if determined not to cry, the face with large eyes blinking continuously, and the small hands tightly gripping the hem of the dress.

Leopold couldn’t remember anything. It was as if he had completely forgotten Maria Etel, who is now his lover.

Meanwhile, after Leopold went into the bathroom.

After explaining about the dress to the chamberlain, Count Hargis let out a light sigh. A white dress. It was fortunate that there were various options. Moreover, there were no specific orders regarding His Highness’s own attire.

Count Hargis opened the box. The attire offered by Maria Etel was always the most suitable form and material for His Highness the prince.

Carefully examining the attire, Count Hargis unconsciously let out a small breath.

It was an intricately embroidered pattern of the royal family, a perfectly tailored attire. No, it was not just a well-made attire; it was excessively formal, suitable for an engagement or wedding ceremony.

Count Hargis hurriedly raised his head. It seemed that the ‘white dress’ mentioned by His Highness a while ago was too focused. It felt overly formal for a summer party.

Ignoring the creeping feeling of unease, Count Hargis put down the attire. He was overwhelmed just by gauging the changing feelings of the prince.

“…I don’t know about other days, but make sure to attend tomorrow!”

The sharp cry echoed in his mind.