Still, Lucia, being careful about allergies, listened, thinking that she might be told about it.

“Coughing, swollen eyes. But the moment immunity developed, it was because they stayed together until the end. That’s how constant he was. Our Lyon.”

“…Ah. …Ha?”

Even in Lucia’s bewildered face, the viscountess spoke seriously, locking eyes.

“Whatever the situation is!”

In other words, Lucia confirmed that it was just a proud son bragging.

Hall of the White Knights.

There was a guest who arrived here before the owner.

Although it was called the director’s office, it was a simple table filled with pastries and fragrant tea.

It was the regular tea time she had since she came here.

To remember the time they spent together in their childhood.

However, the subject, who was supposed to wait for her, was sitting in the corner of the building outside the window.

‘Anyway, if I can’t approach properly.’

She seemed to be waiting for someone, obviously.

And there she appeared.

‘Indeed, I didn’t see it wrong.’
Outside the window, Lucia, who was seen wearing the same dress as before, greeted Lyon and hurriedly walked away.

Only about 3 seconds passed since they met.

However, seeing him smile as if satisfied, the princess felt her insides boiling like lava.

Trying to look away from the unpleasant sight, she was about to turn her eyes away when suddenly Lucia’s steps came to a halt.

She had hastily walked and it seemed her skirt got caught in the bushes.

And there she was, pulling at the lace decorations stuck to her skirt as if trying to tear them off.

“Tsk.”

‘Using brute force recklessly. You can’t find any femininity in that.’

Even though Lyon rushed to her, untangling the hem of her skirt, it was still an inadequate situation. However, Lucia, who lacked the dignity of a lady, burst into laughter at the sight.

However, that laughter didn’t last long.

It was because of the reaction towards her extended hand to receive the torn decoration.

“…This can’t be.”

Lucia carefully accepted the hand offered to her, and Lyon handed over the decoration.

Standing there was a fresh and lively young man whose heart fluttered as his hand touched the hand of the woman everyone admired.

In the office of the White Knights, there were only sounds of turning papers and the movement of a pen.

In such an uncomfortable white noise, Princess Relief deliberately made a sound by putting down a teacup.

But there was no sign that the indifferent silver-haired man noticed it.

Unable to stand it any longer, Relief lifted her lips first.

“Lyon, do you not want to drink tea today?”

“…Ah, I’m sorry. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I ended up being rude.”

Although he always answered politely, he continued to scrutinize and sign the documents without pause.

He was the most upright and diligent among the knight commanders.

Regardless of his situation, Relief started to boil again.

In fact, today was the most exciting day for her.

It became a thing of the past due to the rejection of Viscountess Norzia, but today was the day when she would convey her intentions when the story was resolved.

However, on such a day, unfortunately, she was feeling the most miserable in her life.

‘…The phobia is cured? No. Surely, she pushed me away.’

The fact that Lucia was married was a situation that was a hundred times more beneficial to her.

That’s why now the problem was considered convincing the naive one.

However, no matter how much she thought about it, the defensive gesture that kept him away and the natural gesture towards her were completely different.

So the delusion she had when she encountered that child was gradually becoming a reality.

It was a similar golden hue to his.

Moreover, even in the empire with the largest population, the rare golden hue happened to be a commonality between the two men who wanted to be by her side.

‘Maybe that child could be Lyon’s child…?’
In the end, her train of thought had gone that far.

If it were the child of the famous prince, known as a lumberjack, it would be a different story, but judging by the child’s age, the most probable is Lyon.

That was because five years ago, it was a chaotic battlefield, and he was the one who was always there.

Even now, he still shows such favoritism. Wherever she goes, there’s no way any woman would just let him be.

Actually, resolving this delusion was not difficult.

It was simply asking her strategically allied ex-fiancé, who could reveal everything.

However, after the warning last time, knowing how sensitive he is about Lucia, she couldn’t comfortably ask him. And this discomfort was also felt by Lyon in a similar way.

If he were to hear from his own mouth that he was the father of her child, there would be no problem as long as they could get married.

However, even though she knew he had a child, clinging to him was a problem that could not be tolerated as a princess of a country.

So, she had to find a way to discover the real father of that child on her own.

‘There’s only one way to do that, but… No, it’s too difficult to get the materials.’

She raised her cup with a head gesture.

The tepid warmth was gone.

“The tea has cooled.”

“Oh, yes. I’ll serve it again.”

“Oh my! Lyon!”

She seemed to have missed the teapot while working in a hurry.

He reached out in surprise, and in the end, his hand got cut.

Then the startled princess ran over and wrapped his hand with a handkerchief.

But he coldly avoided that touch.

“Oh, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Seeing him trying to calm his agitated insides, her eyes trembled slightly.

After shaking her head for a while, the princess quietly, perhaps desperately, let go of her lips.

“I can understand. Lyon, so can’t you treat me kindly like before?”

A girl without magical talent ostracized in spite of being of royal blood.

A princess who can do nothing but wait to be sold off under good conditions to another country.

To her, who had such a dismal childhood, Lyon was the only presence that shone like light.

‘So if he stays by my side, I can wait forever…’

At her trembling voice, Lyon, who was trying to work again, looked up.

And he saw glistening tears in her warm eyes.

So,

“I’m sorry, Princess Relief.”

At his firm words, the princess’s heart sank suddenly.

She had prepared herself a little, but it was still a too harsh and short rejection.

But he, who is the only one she wants, being a princess who can’t just like anyone freely.

Seeming to have made a decision, she tightly held the blood-stained handkerchief and smiled faintly.

“…I guess I became a stranger to you, and it takes time for you to get used to that. Well then, see you again tomorrow.”

And as soon as she closed the door, a single teardrop that couldn’t be held back.
She wiped away her tears unnoticed by the approaching Elysia and hastily put the handkerchief she held in her hand into her pocket.

Upon seeing her in this state, Elysia was surprised and asked, “Princess, are you hurt?”

“Elysia, wipe the sword with Lucia’s blood for tomorrow’s match.”

“Yes?”

“Absolutely.”

The welcoming event of the host country, a friendly match.

The opponent designated by Ferendel was undoubtedly Lucia.

The reason Elysia came here was not to guard the princess but to find out about Lucia’s skills rumored in the town.

Watching the princess emit a sharp atmosphere today, Elysia furrowed her brow.

“It doesn’t seem like the princess’s blood. Could it be… what is she trying to make?”

Knowing that her specialty was potion-making, Elysia felt a suspicious aura.

However, since there was no one else with them except the special envoy who came together, she would inevitably find out without asking.

After just sighing for a moment, she soon left to check the training ground for the upcoming sparring match.

“Annoying. Why bother with a novice who has recently become a sword master… It might be more challenging to write a report.”