“Moreover, he works in the forge, so he has a very robust physique and a gentle personality.”

“Again.”

Seeing Icarus, who uttered only one word indifferently, Renévé grinned.

“…Again?”

“Yeah. Overflowing masculinity, handsome, and good physique. Besides that, what else is attractive about Smith?”

With one corner of his mouth pouting in jealousy, Icarus questioned.

Although Renévé seemed to be smiling and appeared to be in a good mood, a sense of discomfort emanated from within.

While his lips were smiling, his eyes were not.

The gaze seemed to say, “Go even further, try a bit harder,” and his voice also lowered as if it would dig deep into the ground.

Renévé, who wanted to tease Icarus a little for being cute when he got upset just by mentioning another man’s name…

Boldly decided to stop the teasing.

“Smith is the servant employed by Siren Viscount.”

“Since when has he been working at Siren Viscount?”

“I don’t remember exactly, but… there has been a servant assisting me since I was young, and his name is Smith.”

As she was about to thoroughly inquire about Smith, Renévé quickly changed the topic.

“Wendy…?”

Wendy. The name that suddenly came up made one of Icarus’s eyebrows rise with suspicion.

“A somewhat androgynous name.”

Renévé hurriedly spoke, as it seemed like it shouldn’t be left for Icarus to misunderstand.

“Oh, Wendy and Smith already got engaged and married in love three years ago.”

Icarus, who seemed to be pondering deeply, asked with a puzzled expression, “Is that why she has to stay in this mansion?”

“Of course, that’s not the only reason… Wendy has a deep religious faith, and she said she can’t marry before me, so she has been delaying her marriage with Smith for three years.”

“…That’s a big problem.”

“Isn’t that what His Majesty thinks too? Even if we prepare as quickly as possible, the wedding between His Majesty and me will be a few months away. It would be too pitiful for Smith in that case.”

Only now did Icarus nod in understanding.

“Helping with the marriage of the two while organizing Siren Viscount. Is that your intention?”

“That’s right.”

Icarus, with eyes dripping with honey, stared intently at Renévé. Renévé blushed slightly under that hot gaze.

“Why… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I already knew, but once again, I felt that I have chosen a great empress.”

Approaching her with one step, Icarus gently touched her cheek, saying, “Although it’s not a profound touch.”

It wasn’t a deep physical contact.

Just Icarus coming close made her tense up. Swallowing dry saliva, Renévé quickly spoke.

“May I ask why His Majesty… has such thoughts?”

“It’s a kind of faith that if you manage a small mansion well, you’ll be able to manage a big mansion well too.”

Siren Viscount’s scale was not small.

And the big mansion Icarus mentioned seemed to refer to the Basquera Imperial Palace.

Although she understood the meaning he wanted to convey, the gap between them was too large.

“Your Majesty, isn’t there too much of a difference between calling Siren Viscount and Basquera Imperial Palace a small mansion and a big mansion?”

At Renévé’s question, Icarus slowly raised his head.

“In essence, there isn’t much difference. The fundamental is the same. The kindness towards the people inside and the sentiment of the head maid, Enga, will also be the same.”

Wendy was one of the few people who treated Renévé well, and Renévé only wished for her happiness.

However, the aftermath seemed to have returned significantly.

“Do I have to take care of all the Basquera Imperial Palace employees now?”

Renévé became a little thoughtful.

“How many employees were there in the Basquera Imperial Palace?”

Even with a rough estimate, there were at least several hundred.

“…”

As Renévé’s head lowered, she involuntarily sighed.

“This is a time separator?”
With a subtle smile on his lips, Icarus walked towards the carriage, and Druhan greeted him with a nod.

“Your Majesty, why are you coming alone?”

In response to Druhan’s question, Icarus’ forehead immediately furrowed.

“He said there’s something Yeong-ae needs to take care of here. She will stay in Paradisium for a while.”

Druhan quickly noticed the reason for Icarus’ sudden change in mood. At the same time, he became curious about why Icarus was in a good mood in the first place. It wouldn’t have been pleasant for Yeong-ae, the Siren Viscount, to be left alone while Icarus returned to Basquera.

“Was there something good between you and the Siren Viscount, Yeong-ae?”

Druhan swiftly brought up a topic that could improve Icarus’ mood.

Whatever Icarus was thinking, a gentle smile returned to his lips.

Druhan thought it was fortunate as he opened the carriage door. When Icarus got on the carriage, he let out a content sigh and muttered softly.

“In any case, it’s unusual.”

Sitting across from Icarus, Druhan picked up some documents and asked, “…Is it about Siren Viscount Yeong-ae?”

“I liked seeing her jealous. It was cute.”

“Jealousy… are you serious?”

Icarus nodded.