“By the way, the young man who was with the royal family in the back is the one that’s rumored to be...?”
“The hair color and eye color... are very similar. The facial features as well.”
“Oh. So, Madame Agatha...”
Anything beyond that was spilled over. It was a predictable sequence of events from the moment Ferdinand showed up with his son.
Should I start now?
As Agatha looked up at the strangely quiet Enoch, an ominous commotion arose.
Enoch's gaze was fixed on one place.
No way.
Agatha tried to hide her expression with her fan and turned her gaze to where he was looking.
She hoped not, but Fernand was walking straight towards her.
The nobles' walls surrounding them split apart like the wind.
“Madame Agatha.”
“...”
Oh my God.
Agatha had a headache, but she managed to relax her eyes.
“Would you give me the honor of having your first dance?”
Fernand was in an escort position.
Agatha barely managed a smile and leaned into Enoch's arm.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I have a prior engagement with my husband, so I can’t come.”
“Then how about the second dance?”
Agatha opened her eyes without letting on and looked at the Emperor.
Emperor Warmila II was also quite surprised, his mouth wide open.
“Prince Fernand! Would you please come over here for a moment?”
The Emperor made an urgent gesture. Agatha smiled and grabbed Enoch's arm.
“The second dance is also a pre-arranged one, so it will be difficult, Your Highness. How about going first since His Majesty is looking for you?”
“...You’re being too polite even though you’re not even the head of the delegation.”
Fernand, who had been muttering like that, looked at Enoch and stepped back. The way he was turning around seemed to indicate that he had gone because the Emperor had called him.
Agatha glanced up at Enoch. The man's eyes, still fixed on the back of Fernand's head, were as cold as ice.
Before it was too late, Agatha led Enoch to the center of the hall and began her first dance. A large, firm hand naturally supported her back.
For a moment, their eyes met and the Crown Prince, Anthony Roxiba, seemed to be smiling.
The man let out a heavy breath and quietly put his lips to Agatha's ear.
“I don’t know why my father didn’t arrange a betrothal between us. Then I wouldn’t have been so jealous.”
“Oh, mt, Enoch.”
“I understand, but you have no idea how much my heart burns every time I see your ex-husband.”
The man gently lifted her up and held her by the waist. Once again, his hot lips were touching her ear.
“It seems like you and Leonard Schinger are on good terms. May I ask what your married life was like, Agatha?”
She thought it was strangely quiet earlier. Could it have been a problem since Leonard?
Maybe it was when Duke Neuta appeared.
No, anyway, it seems like all of her ex-husbands, including Fernand, are the problem.
But why does a corner of her heart feel so happy?
Agatha swallowed dry saliva and whispered quietly while burying her lips in his ear, which was pressed against hers.
“Marquis Schinger helped me a lot when I got rid of my fourth ex-husband. That’s why I married him.”
“...That piece of trash.”
"Yes?"
“No, continue.”
Did I hear that wrong?
Agatha, who had tilted her head for a moment, continued speaking.
“It wasn’t a bad marriage. He didn’t love me, but he was a man who knew how to be polite. He was from a knightly family, so he could keep me safe...”
Agatha felt Enoch's arms slightly pulling her waist closer to his embrace.
“But we divorced because we couldn’t have children.”
“...Could you say that again?”
Enoch suddenly raised his head with a look of doubt in his ears. Meeting his gaze with her shaking gray eyes, Agatha whispered softly once again.
“They say he was a man who was born unable to have children. Since it would be difficult if we could not have an heir, His Majesty went on a rampage and divorced him. The reason was buried appropriately.”
“...”
“We help each other out to some extent. He is careful, and I keep secrets from him.”
Agatha looked down with a slightly embarrassed look. Although she was talking seriously, she somehow felt like laughing.
As soon as the first dance was over, Enoch slowly nodded his head, wiping one hand over his face.
“I see.”
“...”
I think it's loosened up a little.
Agatha, who had been observing him without letting on, came to a conclusion.
Since she told Prince Ferdinand that she had a prior engagement for a second dance, she started dancing for the second dance as well.
Agatha smiled and hugged his shoulder. The second melody was slow and romantic.
“Indeed. They say that the Aratus couple’s love is extraordinary...”
The nobles who were watching the dance whispered quietly. The first dance was like that, but the second dance, which was almost like a deep embrace, also had a sweet newlywed atmosphere.
Agatha, who had finished her second dance, was smiling brightly. Enoch, who was standing next to her, was silent, but his face was strangely softened.
Agatha looked up at the Emperor for a moment and let out a small laugh.
“His Majesty, it seems he is very embarrassed?”
The Emperor kept Ferdinand at his side to ensure that he never went down the imperial stairs.
Enoch smiled faintly.
“You don’t have to go to His Majesty today.”
“We’ll leave after a while.”
“I wonder.”
Today, she will no longer have any public dealings with Fernand.
The Emperor had promised that he would not let the Second Prince act rashly, and he would continue to do so in the future.
“Madame Agatha.”
“Marquis Enoch.”
The entourage, who had been waiting for the dance to end, approached.
From now on, it was time for real socializing.
“I will send a servant in a little while,”
“The hair color and eye color... are very similar. The facial features as well.”
“Oh. So, Madame Agatha...”
Anything beyond that was spilled over. It was a predictable sequence of events from the moment Ferdinand showed up with his son.
Should I start now?
As Agatha looked up at the strangely quiet Enoch, an ominous commotion arose.
Enoch's gaze was fixed on one place.
No way.
Agatha tried to hide her expression with her fan and turned her gaze to where he was looking.
She hoped not, but Fernand was walking straight towards her.
The nobles' walls surrounding them split apart like the wind.
“Madame Agatha.”
“...”
Oh my God.
Agatha had a headache, but she managed to relax her eyes.
“Would you give me the honor of having your first dance?”
Fernand was in an escort position.
Agatha barely managed a smile and leaned into Enoch's arm.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I have a prior engagement with my husband, so I can’t come.”
“Then how about the second dance?”
Agatha opened her eyes without letting on and looked at the Emperor.
Emperor Warmila II was also quite surprised, his mouth wide open.
“Prince Fernand! Would you please come over here for a moment?”
The Emperor made an urgent gesture. Agatha smiled and grabbed Enoch's arm.
“The second dance is also a pre-arranged one, so it will be difficult, Your Highness. How about going first since His Majesty is looking for you?”
“...You’re being too polite even though you’re not even the head of the delegation.”
Fernand, who had been muttering like that, looked at Enoch and stepped back. The way he was turning around seemed to indicate that he had gone because the Emperor had called him.
Agatha glanced up at Enoch. The man's eyes, still fixed on the back of Fernand's head, were as cold as ice.
Before it was too late, Agatha led Enoch to the center of the hall and began her first dance. A large, firm hand naturally supported her back.
For a moment, their eyes met and the Crown Prince, Anthony Roxiba, seemed to be smiling.
The man let out a heavy breath and quietly put his lips to Agatha's ear.
“I don’t know why my father didn’t arrange a betrothal between us. Then I wouldn’t have been so jealous.”
“Oh, mt, Enoch.”
“I understand, but you have no idea how much my heart burns every time I see your ex-husband.”
The man gently lifted her up and held her by the waist. Once again, his hot lips were touching her ear.
“It seems like you and Leonard Schinger are on good terms. May I ask what your married life was like, Agatha?”
She thought it was strangely quiet earlier. Could it have been a problem since Leonard?
Maybe it was when Duke Neuta appeared.
No, anyway, it seems like all of her ex-husbands, including Fernand, are the problem.
But why does a corner of her heart feel so happy?
Agatha swallowed dry saliva and whispered quietly while burying her lips in his ear, which was pressed against hers.
“Marquis Schinger helped me a lot when I got rid of my fourth ex-husband. That’s why I married him.”
“...That piece of trash.”
"Yes?"
“No, continue.”
Did I hear that wrong?
Agatha, who had tilted her head for a moment, continued speaking.
“It wasn’t a bad marriage. He didn’t love me, but he was a man who knew how to be polite. He was from a knightly family, so he could keep me safe...”
Agatha felt Enoch's arms slightly pulling her waist closer to his embrace.
“But we divorced because we couldn’t have children.”
“...Could you say that again?”
Enoch suddenly raised his head with a look of doubt in his ears. Meeting his gaze with her shaking gray eyes, Agatha whispered softly once again.
“They say he was a man who was born unable to have children. Since it would be difficult if we could not have an heir, His Majesty went on a rampage and divorced him. The reason was buried appropriately.”
“...”
“We help each other out to some extent. He is careful, and I keep secrets from him.”
Agatha looked down with a slightly embarrassed look. Although she was talking seriously, she somehow felt like laughing.
As soon as the first dance was over, Enoch slowly nodded his head, wiping one hand over his face.
“I see.”
“...”
I think it's loosened up a little.
Agatha, who had been observing him without letting on, came to a conclusion.
Since she told Prince Ferdinand that she had a prior engagement for a second dance, she started dancing for the second dance as well.
Agatha smiled and hugged his shoulder. The second melody was slow and romantic.
“Indeed. They say that the Aratus couple’s love is extraordinary...”
The nobles who were watching the dance whispered quietly. The first dance was like that, but the second dance, which was almost like a deep embrace, also had a sweet newlywed atmosphere.
Agatha, who had finished her second dance, was smiling brightly. Enoch, who was standing next to her, was silent, but his face was strangely softened.
Agatha looked up at the Emperor for a moment and let out a small laugh.
“His Majesty, it seems he is very embarrassed?”
The Emperor kept Ferdinand at his side to ensure that he never went down the imperial stairs.
Enoch smiled faintly.
“You don’t have to go to His Majesty today.”
“We’ll leave after a while.”
“I wonder.”
Today, she will no longer have any public dealings with Fernand.
The Emperor had promised that he would not let the Second Prince act rashly, and he would continue to do so in the future.
“Madame Agatha.”
“Marquis Enoch.”
The entourage, who had been waiting for the dance to end, approached.
From now on, it was time for real socializing.
“I will send a servant in a little while,”
Agatha said, motioning to Enoch as she took her place on one side of the hall with her attendants and servants.
Naturally, nobles flocked to the area, including the Countess Admar, who was suspected of having ties to Neuta, and the baroness Rolte, a distant relative of Neuta who had now married into a neutral family.
Agatha pretended not to know and gave her seat to Madame Admar and Madame Rolte.
Soon, talk of an autumn hunting festival began to circulate.
“What do you think, Lady Agatha? I think we might have an interesting opportunity at the Autumn Hunt.”
It was Madam Rolte who spoke first.
“I wonder what’s going on. Can you tell me more, Madwm Rolte?”
“Yes, I hear that the Marchioness Adelinque has obtained a very fantastic cake recipe.”
The Marchioness of Adelinque was famous for her keen sense of taste.
She was a noble lady who was famous for hiring chefs for each department to suit her tastes and changing chefs every year.
There was even a joke that working for Marquis Adelinque was proof of one's cooking skills.
Madam Adelinque laughed and agreed.
“We recently hired a new dessert chef and I can’t help but brag about how good he is.”
“I see.”
The expression on the face of the noble lady, who rarely boasted about being a chef, looked unusually bright and happy.
It must have been really delicious.
It was clear that everyone, including Agatha, thought so.
Up until this point, it had been a very natural flow. But then, Countess Celia Cameron, a close associate, gave a hint.
“Madame Admar suggested that we each bring a dessert to taste.”
“Oh, that’s a really interesting suggestion.”
It was a result worth giving up her seat for.
It was Baroness Rolte who made the offer and Countess Admar who made the offer.
The closest aides sitting around Agatha also secretly sparkled their eyes.
When Agatha seemed interested, Madame Admar began to urge her on.
“Our mansion’s chef is also very good at making lemon cake. Everyone who has tasted it has complimented it.”
“It’s embarrassing, but even the chef at my mansion is an expert when it comes to cookies. Hahaha.”
Create an atmosphere where everyone can come up with something to brag about.
“How about preparing it so that everyone can have a bite?”
“It will be a more meaningful event if it is presented in a place where many people gather, like a hunting festival.”
She slowly developed her argument that it must be a hunting festival, listing the reasons one by one.
“It would be nice to have a dessert party before the dinner banquet.”
“It’s not bad for those who don’t participate in the hunt to have some fun together.”
“It will also be an opportunity to enjoy a variety of flavors.”
Madam Rolte was also secretly expressing a positive opinion.
Now that she knows about Neuta and their relationship, it's really an obvious trick.
Agatha smiled and took their side, pretending not to know.
“The chef at my mansion is also quite skilled. Then, shall we throw a dessert party during the hunting festival?”
“You have made a very good decision, Marchioness Aratus.”
One thing that caught her eye was that Madam Neuta came out easier than she thought.
Of course, it was Agatha who easily noticed the relationship between Countess Admar and Baroness Rolte.
Naturally, nobles flocked to the area, including the Countess Admar, who was suspected of having ties to Neuta, and the baroness Rolte, a distant relative of Neuta who had now married into a neutral family.
Agatha pretended not to know and gave her seat to Madame Admar and Madame Rolte.
Soon, talk of an autumn hunting festival began to circulate.
“What do you think, Lady Agatha? I think we might have an interesting opportunity at the Autumn Hunt.”
It was Madam Rolte who spoke first.
“I wonder what’s going on. Can you tell me more, Madwm Rolte?”
“Yes, I hear that the Marchioness Adelinque has obtained a very fantastic cake recipe.”
The Marchioness of Adelinque was famous for her keen sense of taste.
She was a noble lady who was famous for hiring chefs for each department to suit her tastes and changing chefs every year.
There was even a joke that working for Marquis Adelinque was proof of one's cooking skills.
Madam Adelinque laughed and agreed.
“We recently hired a new dessert chef and I can’t help but brag about how good he is.”
“I see.”
The expression on the face of the noble lady, who rarely boasted about being a chef, looked unusually bright and happy.
It must have been really delicious.
It was clear that everyone, including Agatha, thought so.
Up until this point, it had been a very natural flow. But then, Countess Celia Cameron, a close associate, gave a hint.
“Madame Admar suggested that we each bring a dessert to taste.”
“Oh, that’s a really interesting suggestion.”
It was a result worth giving up her seat for.
It was Baroness Rolte who made the offer and Countess Admar who made the offer.
The closest aides sitting around Agatha also secretly sparkled their eyes.
When Agatha seemed interested, Madame Admar began to urge her on.
“Our mansion’s chef is also very good at making lemon cake. Everyone who has tasted it has complimented it.”
“It’s embarrassing, but even the chef at my mansion is an expert when it comes to cookies. Hahaha.”
Create an atmosphere where everyone can come up with something to brag about.
“How about preparing it so that everyone can have a bite?”
“It will be a more meaningful event if it is presented in a place where many people gather, like a hunting festival.”
She slowly developed her argument that it must be a hunting festival, listing the reasons one by one.
“It would be nice to have a dessert party before the dinner banquet.”
“It’s not bad for those who don’t participate in the hunt to have some fun together.”
“It will also be an opportunity to enjoy a variety of flavors.”
Madam Rolte was also secretly expressing a positive opinion.
Now that she knows about Neuta and their relationship, it's really an obvious trick.
Agatha smiled and took their side, pretending not to know.
“The chef at my mansion is also quite skilled. Then, shall we throw a dessert party during the hunting festival?”
“You have made a very good decision, Marchioness Aratus.”
One thing that caught her eye was that Madam Neuta came out easier than she thought.
Of course, it was Agatha who easily noticed the relationship between Countess Admar and Baroness Rolte.
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