The man apologized to Paula, then took her hand and carefully helped her up.
“This is my first time coming to the palace, so I got lost. I was in a hurry and made a big mistake. I’m sorry.”
Only after supporting Paula did the man pick up his palace pass that had fallen to the floor. There was a name written on it.
"Victor Gustav Kwendel"
And when Paula saw that brass badge, her heart sank.
'Kodel? Gustav Kwendel?'
It was that man. Of the hundreds of guests invited, he was the only one who met Gisela's conditions.
“Sir...Kwendel?”
The reason he was first invited to the palace this time was because his father, who was the previous Viscount, passed away and he inherited the title.
Since the territory he inherited was so far from the capital, he said he would attend the palace ball when the lord changed or to greet the Emperor.
“Yes, that’s right. You know me. Have we met somewhere?”
And he said that the purpose of attending the ball this time was to find a spouse.
'Gisela... is real.'
To be honest, when Paula found out that Gustav Kwendel was the only candidate, she had a moment of doubt that Gisela was playing with her.
Although he is not a high-ranking noble, he are hereditary noble and his family owns valuable land far from the capital?
'The domain of the Kwendel family is far from the capital, but there has never been a disaster there. They have vast and fertile farmland.'
The Kwendel family, although short in history, had a lot of money, a lot of money, and a lot of money.
To be blunt, he was not someone she would want to pursue as a maid. As the wife of Lord Kwendel, it was a marriage proposal that even high-ranking noblewomen would covet.
Besides, this guy... is handsome...
'I heard that he's only rich but not that good-looking. He's in his 30s but he looks like he's in his 50s. What the heck? He's so handsome... '
“I, I am a maid. Please lower your voice.”
Paula changed her stance, softening her sharp voice in an instant.
'I can get along with this person? I can become the mistress of the Kwendel family?'
Gisela says a ring in the palm is a lucky ring, and it really is. How could something like this happen in this vast backyard...?
“Ah... Oh. You were a maid.”
The man continued speaking in a voice that seemed to be filled with regret.
“What a pity. It was love at first sight. I thought I had found the lady I was destined to marry...”
Appearance: looks like he's in his late twenties. Height: 10 pesetas taller than average. Affectionate voice.
Although he is not as handsome as a statue, he is not as handsome as an S-class transcendentalist who is evaluated as a handsome man who can destroy a country.
He was a warm-hearted man who would never be missed no matter where he went.
“Could you tell me your name?”
“Pa, it’s Paula, Lord Kwendel.”
A clean-cut and handsome man called out her name with a pretty smile.
“Paula.”
Paula first realized that her name had such a beautiful sound.
Paula, entranced by his smile, did not notice at all that in the split second he had given her the ring, he had swapped it with a perfectly prepared replica.
'Well. The flowers on the wall aren't bad either. You can easily see the garden outside the window.'
Odette chuckled as she looked at Paula and the man through the window.
The debutantes would have all paid their respects to the Emperor, and at 9 o'clock the real ball would begin.
By this time, all the reporters were supposed to leave the hall.
The start of a full-scale banquet, with only the guests who received invitations to the ball remaining.
What this means is that what happens after 9 o'clock is unlikely to spread as a rumor.
So if you were going to monitor, you should have started at 9 o'clock, Paula.
'Well, I guess the kid believed her mother would come back soon, but that couldn't happen.'
How anxious the Empress must have been because of John's rampage. She had been so proud back then, but now that the danger of his rampage had passed, she was requesting an audience. There was no way the Empress would easily meet her mother.
And you didn't even see the first dance? That's crazy.
The loyal maids of honor of the Empress must have looked down on their mother, for she had shown them the slightest disrespect for the Imperial Family.
Instead of letting her meet the Empress, they'll make her wait in front of the reception room forever, without letting her leave.
“Congratulations, Paula. Looks like you’ve found the ‘man of destiny’ who will save you.”
Odette whispered quietly to the small figure visible through the window.
A handsome face, dignified manners, and abundant wealth. The Viscount Kwendel was without a single flaw.
But his true identity was Demian, one of Goetz's henchmen.
The real Gustav Kwendel was sitting in Odette's casino, which had just opened a few days ago, playing poker until his eyes were bloodshot.
The real Kwendel would be in the middle of a fight with a dealer, so he wouldn't have any idea that his ID was missing from his pocket.
It would probably take him at least a year to come to his senses enough to realize that what he has now is a fake ID.
'The Viscount Kwendel family is famous, but the eldest son who inherited the title this time is coming to the capital for the first time, so no one knows his face.'
So Damien, with his real ID, could probably perfectly impersonate Count Kwendel throughout the entire social season.
Damien's skill in making fakes is amazing. Paula's ring, her ID card, too.
'Paula, you often asked me when you were disciplining me, did you think that a fake could ever be truly loved?'
Odette looked away from the window and laughed.
If there is one thing that is the most stupid in the world, it is to pretend to be noble while taking revenge.
Because those two can never coexist. She will willingly fall to their level because that is the necessary condition for revenge.
So Odette should also drop to the same level as Paula.
She must deceive, cheat, and steal from her just as she did to Odette.
'I'm even more excited since you said so. Will you give fake love to the fake Kwendel? Or will you give real love?'
John, who arrived late to the ball because he was dealing with the disaster, was reluctant to open the door to the banquet hall.
Even if he changes into a white dress and comes, attending a social season ball usually does more harm than good.
Even his father, the Emperor, will try to use his presence to enhance his own prestige.
'But still... I can't stand it because I'm worried about that woman.'
Are you okay with spitting up blood? Have you been bullied again since you returned to the Count's house? Maybe you need my help now?
Because John had too many questions to ask.
'Should I look in the mirror one more time?'
How embarrassing it was to discover that he was wearing a bloody shirt the whole time after dropping her off at the mansion last time.
She must have thought that he was unreliable and untrustworthy. She might have thought that since the Admiral was like that, the Navy discipline must be known, and thought it was pathetic.
John should have paid more attention to it since it is called the face of the Imperial Navy.
'Okay, let's go check in the mirror one more time.'
Because he felt a little ugly today.
Just as he was about to turn around, the banquet hall door opened from the inside. And then his eyes met with the chief steward who was about to come out.
“Your Highness, wait a minute-”
“Ahhh! Oh my! Guests of the Imperial Ball! An unbelievable person has arrived!”
'-I was just trying to tell you to wait and not make a fuss.'
The arrogant chief of staff quickly announced the Crown Prince's procession to the banquet hall before John could stop him.
'That kid, why is his reaction speed so fast?'
How can it be faster than a trained S-class transcendental?
At that level, it would be right to see the chief as a transcendent being with the power of making a fuss.
John, who had entered the banquet hall without checking his mirror, glared at the short chief chamberlain with a grudge.
But the oblivious chief only raised his voice even louder.
“His Highness the Crown Prince, the protector of the faith, the little sun of the empire by the grace of God, has arrived! Who would have thought that such a busy person would come to this place! You are truly so lucky!”
Embarrassingly, even the Emperor's voice could be heard.
“Oh. My proud son! John has come.”
'Ha.'
The Emperor was a man who felt inferior to his son but also wanted to enjoy the glory that his son had.
While he is paralyzed by the words, "Having John as a son" is his greatest achievement, he tries to use John to build up his prestige.
"Your Majesty."
John had no choice but to head to the royal seat that had been prepared.
Because until he is seated, the guests will kneel and bow and not raise their heads.
As soon as he sat down, Johan immediately spotted Odette. He would have found her easily even without the scent of roses, for she had a habit of bowing with a conspicuously upright posture.
But why is she so thin? The woman seemed thinner than she was a few days ago. That made John think back to the day he first met Odette.
When he first met her, she was very skinny.
The first meeting was with Odette, who became the ideal type for John, who had no taste in women.
'I wish I was the complete opposite of that girl, Odette. I couldn't stand anything that resembled her.'
John had been romanticizing the Purifier since he was 4 years old and had been thinking about it until he was 18. He had been chewing on the word 'purification' for that long.
As a transcendent being, he will worship the Purifier and sacrifice his life. It was a meeting he had been looking forward to for 14 years, but as soon as he met Odette, John felt that 'something was wrong'.
It was nothing like he had expected or imagined. The power he had thought would make him jump for joy was dull, the scent of the Purifier gave him a headache, and the Purifier was terrified.
Above all, the girl was so small, she seemed to be buried in her bright pink lace dress.
What should I do?
It wasn't a supernatural ability that made him jump for joy...
His heartbeat was so loud it hurt his ears. The heat was rising all over his body. His fingertips were trembling pitifully.
John could neither be the Crown Prince nor the transcendent. At that moment, he was just a boy who was like a fool.
“This is my first time coming to the palace, so I got lost. I was in a hurry and made a big mistake. I’m sorry.”
Only after supporting Paula did the man pick up his palace pass that had fallen to the floor. There was a name written on it.
"Victor Gustav Kwendel"
And when Paula saw that brass badge, her heart sank.
'Kodel? Gustav Kwendel?'
It was that man. Of the hundreds of guests invited, he was the only one who met Gisela's conditions.
“Sir...Kwendel?”
The reason he was first invited to the palace this time was because his father, who was the previous Viscount, passed away and he inherited the title.
Since the territory he inherited was so far from the capital, he said he would attend the palace ball when the lord changed or to greet the Emperor.
“Yes, that’s right. You know me. Have we met somewhere?”
And he said that the purpose of attending the ball this time was to find a spouse.
'Gisela... is real.'
To be honest, when Paula found out that Gustav Kwendel was the only candidate, she had a moment of doubt that Gisela was playing with her.
Although he is not a high-ranking noble, he are hereditary noble and his family owns valuable land far from the capital?
'The domain of the Kwendel family is far from the capital, but there has never been a disaster there. They have vast and fertile farmland.'
The Kwendel family, although short in history, had a lot of money, a lot of money, and a lot of money.
To be blunt, he was not someone she would want to pursue as a maid. As the wife of Lord Kwendel, it was a marriage proposal that even high-ranking noblewomen would covet.
Besides, this guy... is handsome...
'I heard that he's only rich but not that good-looking. He's in his 30s but he looks like he's in his 50s. What the heck? He's so handsome... '
“I, I am a maid. Please lower your voice.”
Paula changed her stance, softening her sharp voice in an instant.
'I can get along with this person? I can become the mistress of the Kwendel family?'
Gisela says a ring in the palm is a lucky ring, and it really is. How could something like this happen in this vast backyard...?
“Ah... Oh. You were a maid.”
The man continued speaking in a voice that seemed to be filled with regret.
“What a pity. It was love at first sight. I thought I had found the lady I was destined to marry...”
Appearance: looks like he's in his late twenties. Height: 10 pesetas taller than average. Affectionate voice.
Although he is not as handsome as a statue, he is not as handsome as an S-class transcendentalist who is evaluated as a handsome man who can destroy a country.
He was a warm-hearted man who would never be missed no matter where he went.
“Could you tell me your name?”
“Pa, it’s Paula, Lord Kwendel.”
A clean-cut and handsome man called out her name with a pretty smile.
“Paula.”
Paula first realized that her name had such a beautiful sound.
Paula, entranced by his smile, did not notice at all that in the split second he had given her the ring, he had swapped it with a perfectly prepared replica.
***
'Well. The flowers on the wall aren't bad either. You can easily see the garden outside the window.'
Odette chuckled as she looked at Paula and the man through the window.
The debutantes would have all paid their respects to the Emperor, and at 9 o'clock the real ball would begin.
By this time, all the reporters were supposed to leave the hall.
The start of a full-scale banquet, with only the guests who received invitations to the ball remaining.
What this means is that what happens after 9 o'clock is unlikely to spread as a rumor.
So if you were going to monitor, you should have started at 9 o'clock, Paula.
'Well, I guess the kid believed her mother would come back soon, but that couldn't happen.'
How anxious the Empress must have been because of John's rampage. She had been so proud back then, but now that the danger of his rampage had passed, she was requesting an audience. There was no way the Empress would easily meet her mother.
And you didn't even see the first dance? That's crazy.
The loyal maids of honor of the Empress must have looked down on their mother, for she had shown them the slightest disrespect for the Imperial Family.
Instead of letting her meet the Empress, they'll make her wait in front of the reception room forever, without letting her leave.
“Congratulations, Paula. Looks like you’ve found the ‘man of destiny’ who will save you.”
Odette whispered quietly to the small figure visible through the window.
A handsome face, dignified manners, and abundant wealth. The Viscount Kwendel was without a single flaw.
But his true identity was Demian, one of Goetz's henchmen.
The real Gustav Kwendel was sitting in Odette's casino, which had just opened a few days ago, playing poker until his eyes were bloodshot.
The real Kwendel would be in the middle of a fight with a dealer, so he wouldn't have any idea that his ID was missing from his pocket.
It would probably take him at least a year to come to his senses enough to realize that what he has now is a fake ID.
'The Viscount Kwendel family is famous, but the eldest son who inherited the title this time is coming to the capital for the first time, so no one knows his face.'
So Damien, with his real ID, could probably perfectly impersonate Count Kwendel throughout the entire social season.
Damien's skill in making fakes is amazing. Paula's ring, her ID card, too.
'Paula, you often asked me when you were disciplining me, did you think that a fake could ever be truly loved?'
Odette looked away from the window and laughed.
If there is one thing that is the most stupid in the world, it is to pretend to be noble while taking revenge.
Because those two can never coexist. She will willingly fall to their level because that is the necessary condition for revenge.
So Odette should also drop to the same level as Paula.
She must deceive, cheat, and steal from her just as she did to Odette.
'I'm even more excited since you said so. Will you give fake love to the fake Kwendel? Or will you give real love?'
***
John, who arrived late to the ball because he was dealing with the disaster, was reluctant to open the door to the banquet hall.
Even if he changes into a white dress and comes, attending a social season ball usually does more harm than good.
Even his father, the Emperor, will try to use his presence to enhance his own prestige.
'But still... I can't stand it because I'm worried about that woman.'
Are you okay with spitting up blood? Have you been bullied again since you returned to the Count's house? Maybe you need my help now?
Because John had too many questions to ask.
'Should I look in the mirror one more time?'
How embarrassing it was to discover that he was wearing a bloody shirt the whole time after dropping her off at the mansion last time.
She must have thought that he was unreliable and untrustworthy. She might have thought that since the Admiral was like that, the Navy discipline must be known, and thought it was pathetic.
John should have paid more attention to it since it is called the face of the Imperial Navy.
'Okay, let's go check in the mirror one more time.'
Because he felt a little ugly today.
Just as he was about to turn around, the banquet hall door opened from the inside. And then his eyes met with the chief steward who was about to come out.
“Your Highness, wait a minute-”
“Ahhh! Oh my! Guests of the Imperial Ball! An unbelievable person has arrived!”
'-I was just trying to tell you to wait and not make a fuss.'
The arrogant chief of staff quickly announced the Crown Prince's procession to the banquet hall before John could stop him.
'That kid, why is his reaction speed so fast?'
How can it be faster than a trained S-class transcendental?
At that level, it would be right to see the chief as a transcendent being with the power of making a fuss.
John, who had entered the banquet hall without checking his mirror, glared at the short chief chamberlain with a grudge.
But the oblivious chief only raised his voice even louder.
“His Highness the Crown Prince, the protector of the faith, the little sun of the empire by the grace of God, has arrived! Who would have thought that such a busy person would come to this place! You are truly so lucky!”
Embarrassingly, even the Emperor's voice could be heard.
“Oh. My proud son! John has come.”
'Ha.'
The Emperor was a man who felt inferior to his son but also wanted to enjoy the glory that his son had.
While he is paralyzed by the words, "Having John as a son" is his greatest achievement, he tries to use John to build up his prestige.
"Your Majesty."
John had no choice but to head to the royal seat that had been prepared.
Because until he is seated, the guests will kneel and bow and not raise their heads.
As soon as he sat down, Johan immediately spotted Odette. He would have found her easily even without the scent of roses, for she had a habit of bowing with a conspicuously upright posture.
But why is she so thin? The woman seemed thinner than she was a few days ago. That made John think back to the day he first met Odette.
When he first met her, she was very skinny.
The first meeting was with Odette, who became the ideal type for John, who had no taste in women.
'I wish I was the complete opposite of that girl, Odette. I couldn't stand anything that resembled her.'
John had been romanticizing the Purifier since he was 4 years old and had been thinking about it until he was 18. He had been chewing on the word 'purification' for that long.
As a transcendent being, he will worship the Purifier and sacrifice his life. It was a meeting he had been looking forward to for 14 years, but as soon as he met Odette, John felt that 'something was wrong'.
It was nothing like he had expected or imagined. The power he had thought would make him jump for joy was dull, the scent of the Purifier gave him a headache, and the Purifier was terrified.
Above all, the girl was so small, she seemed to be buried in her bright pink lace dress.
What should I do?
It wasn't a supernatural ability that made him jump for joy...
His heartbeat was so loud it hurt his ears. The heat was rising all over his body. His fingertips were trembling pitifully.
John could neither be the Crown Prince nor the transcendent. At that moment, he was just a boy who was like a fool.
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