“Don’t worry. It’s more realistic to worry about being surrounded by the ladies of the debutante as a Golden Trophy. You should be prepared.”

They would be hunters who have honed their swords and waited for five years.

The crown prince let out a short laugh and winked at Kevrant.

“Isn’t it time for ‘Kevrant Eaton von Klein’ to stop worrying about others? The young ladies won’t leave you alone.”

Until now, he could have put it off due to his life goal and gold wedding vow,

But now that he has officially decided to carry on the family line, Kevrant also has to get married without fail.

Kevrant received it lightly.

“I plan to hide behind His Highness the Crown Prince.”

The crown prince narrowed his eyes and clenched his chin.

“…Really? I think I should be hiding behind you.”

“…Excuse me?”

The crown prince winked at him.

“If I were a lady, honestly, I’d rather be Duchess Klein than the Crown Princess.”

The burden would be less and the honor would be a similar position.

“Besides, even I would prefer a husband like you than a husband like me.”

For a moment, Kevrant was at a loss for words.

“…Wow. That’s a horrifying honor…”

The conversation lightly flowed along with the wind and the sound of the carriage.

Well, you’ll be a responsible and good husband to anyone who looks at you. You might go first.

There’s an order to even cold water.

There’s no order to where you go.

This doesn’t seem like the place to say this…

Let’s see who becomes the shield.

…Why would you aim for the silver trophy when the golden trophy is right next to you…

Wake up. You’re platinum.

…Whether it’s silver or platinum, it doesn’t stand out next to gold.

Well, whether it’s you or me, we’re both dead anyway. Whether it’s gold or anything else.

…

Waiting for marriage for five years.

The competition rate is five times.

It’s going to be a real war.

I’ve started to envy Arthur again.

They spent the remaining time with such silly stories.

In front of Arthur, Kev started the report.

Kevrant Eaton von Klein.

The successor of the ‘Klein’ family.

He is the second son of former emperor ‘Karl Klein Duke’, the real brother of Queen Maria.

Hmm. Now it might be fair to say he’s practically the eldest son.

He was originally the second son, but the eldest son died.

Since he was the second son, Kevrant had no obligation to inherit the family.

But with the death of his brother, that responsibility fell to Kevrant.

So now, Kevrant is the successor of the ‘Klein’ family.

Usually, in such cases, the second son who inherits the family and title is considered fortunate…

But it wasn’t like that for Kevrant…

In fact, it must have been close to a bolt from the blue.

The duty of the successor who inherits the family is like breaking the wings of a skilled artist.

His activities as a painter have been sparse in recent years, but at that age, he was a unique painter without any competitors.

Therefore, it was a topic in the art world at the time.

There were many who regretted that Kevrant, a promising painter, was suddenly hampered by the duty of an eldest son.

If he becomes the successor of the family, he must give up leaving his name in history as an artist.

So there was a lot of talk about whether he could postpone the position of the successor of the family to other brothers.

In such cases, if the second son doesn’t want it, other brothers usually take over.

But it seems that he decided to take it on himself in the end.

In terms of capability, there was no other brother who could lead the family like Kevrant.

As a noble, in terms of responsibility, social skills, and health.

Also, as the head of a family capable of protecting the family and the siblings from other nobles.

There was no one who could replace him.

Duke Kevrant seemed to have said, ‘If you want to walk the path of an artist, you don’t have to take over the family.’

But Lord Rembrandt seemed to have accepted the situation where there was no one to inherit the family if it wasn’t him.

Still, Duke Kevrant was hoping he would not give up.

It seemed that he was still allowed to wander freely without passing on the duties of a successor.

I think this portrait dispatch is also part of that.

Although it’s a royal request for Julius, the crown prince.

In fact, I think he sent him to ‘draw’ a picture.

“……”

Rembrandt, who returned, stood in front of the white canvas hanging on the easel.

“……But Rembrandt. It’s okay to let go of your responsibility once in a while.”

The Crown Prince scratched his furrowed nose with the tip of his finger and smiled.

“Surprisingly, even if you screw up a little, things don’t go wrong.”

Rembrandt chuckled.

And he drew a meaningless line on the blank canvas with a pencil.

“……”

Your Highness, the Crown Prince.

I’m already screwing up.

“Lord Rembrandt, a message from Duke Kevrant and the Queen.”

Francis recalled the words he had passed on.

“If it seems like your situation is chaotic and the portrait work is sluggish, they told you to return.”

Rembrandt crossed one arm in front of the easel.

“……”

It seems that my father, who heard about the situation here, judged that staying in Julius is a waste of time.

And that was true.

“Shall we send a message to the Duke of Julius and prepare to return?”

Rembrandt gave a sly smile.

“No. Please tell them I will return a little later.”

Francis seemed to find that answer a bit surprising, but soon smiled.

“Are you going to stay a little longer?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you motivated for this kind of thing.”

“Do you like life here?”

Motivation.

“Well. It’s not so much that I like the lifestyle….”

A few days ago, I would have said, “Because it seems fun.”

But now, the image of someone’s tearsoaked face came to mind first.

“I just feel like I need to stay a little longer.”