At that time, Cassel was in a good mood.

“Looks like the Count won’t be coming either.”

It was because Count Laurel had decided to skip the evening banquet and take his place under the fir tree.

“He’s so blatant, isn’t he?”

Cassel tilted his wine glass with a pleased expression.

The Count who had been constantly watching Evie, had disappeared without a trace as soon as Evie did not appear in the banquet hall.

So Cassel was secretly amused by the Count’s pathetic obsession.

And he found it quite enjoyable that he could toy with the Count as if he were his cute little puppy.

“But where could Evie have gone? She said she’d be dressing up.”

“She must have heard by now.”

As Cassel looked for Evie, a curt response came from beside him.

Cassel had been talking all morning about electing Rio as a saint, so Evie probably had heard the news.

Knowing that fully well, a friend responded tiredly to Cassel’s shameless search for Evie, but Cassel grinned without remorse.

“She wouldn’t be crying alone, would she? It would needlessly hurt her.”

Cassel uttered insincere words and gulped down the remaining wine.

Though no one would believe it, Cassel was quite fond of Evie.

Unlike the haughty young ladies of Tienda, she was like a small, pitiful animal, making him want to tease her every time he saw her.

So Cassel was quite excited because of Evie.

He was very curious to see how the entirely submissive girl would react once she knew she had been abandoned.

Maybe she would wander around, unable to speak, showing signs of distress, avoiding him? Then it would be fun to chase her around and torment her.

Or she might unexpectedly come to him, full of betrayal, and challenge him. Then he would have to explain everything one by one so she could grasp the situation.

Either way, she would be so cute, Cassel was even more pleased with his decision to support another saint.

Cassel was in high spirits like that when it happened.

“Cassel!”

Suddenly a loud voice rang out, and a man rushed at Cassel. If Cassel’s friends hadn’t stopped him, he would have grabbed Cassel by the scruff of his neck.

“You, tell me the truth.”

The man shouting was Cassel’s cousin on his mother’s side.

He glared as if he would devour his brother and said,

“Breaking off my engagement, was that your doing?”

Cassel’s eyes, which were always smiling, widened at his cousin’s question.

‘How did he know?’

Indeed, as his cousin said, Cassel had once secretly ruined his love.

It was because the cousin, who only had one, was kicking up a fuss about marrying the daughter of a humble family. Cassel wanted to have a more robust relative if he could.

But that was last year’s business, and he had neatly handled the aftermath, so what was he going on about now?

As Cassel made a bewildered face, the man screamed for an answer.

So Cassel let out a hollow laugh.

“My, you’re quite drunk. What are you all doing? Take my cousin to his room before he makes another mistake.”

Cassel shrugged it off with a smile, and people soon dragged his cousin away.

‘Where did the word get out?’

And Cassel just tilted his head, thinking little of it, and let it go.

But not long after that petty commotion ended, three women came looking for him.

“Cassel, we need to talk for a moment.”

They were his exlovers, with whom Cassel Montlra would never speak again, having broken up quite cruelly.

Cassel was quite surprised and pointed at them.

“Was this threesome ever a thing?”

“At least not while we weren’t seeing you.”

“But when we talked today, we realized we had a big misunderstanding.”

“We don’t even want to mention what that misunderstanding is, but will you explain, Count?”

The three women, dressed in glamorous dresses, shot back with cold faces.

But Cassel did not know what he was supposed to explain.

‘What did they come to pick a fight about?’

Did they find out that he had been seeing this lady while meeting that lady?

Did they find out that he had lied to this lady about that lady cheating to woo her?

Were they caught in him asking to meet this lady again because that lady seemed to be clinging?

Whatever it was, Cassel couldn’t remember.
Kasel had no idea what his old women knew or how far they had come.

So, with a desperate look on his face, he looked at his friends, but even those loyal to Kasel and trying to get something from him were hesitant to step forward this time.

“Well, it’s an old memory, so I don’t remember well…….”

Eventually, when Kasel fumbled with a smile, wine was spilled onto his face.

Splash, as the refreshing sound came and water dripped from his face, Kasel froze on the spot.

In the meantime, the woman who had poured him alcohol chewed with an angry face.

“Toying with three people and then saying you don’t remember, with such a memory, you’ll do well in leading the family business of the Duke of Montla.”

With those words, the three women turned away coldly.

Kasel watched the red drops of alcohol trickle down his forehead and then forced a smile at the hand offering him a handkerchief.

“Ha, what a day, huh?”