As time passed, the day came for Killian to go to Hyperion Academy, the school he had been so reluctant to attend.
Although it was supposed to be an educational event, the academy classes attended by upper-class children were just another social party.
After the observation class, the children chatted about each other's parents.
So parents had no choice but to dress up as carefully as they would for a high-society party.
“Your Grace, I think it would be better to have the cravat in a different color.”
“Do as you please.”
Killian was dressed with a calm expression.
He wondered what all this suffering was because of that little boy, John.
The vest and jacket worn by Killian reflected his taste, and although the colors themselves were monotonous, they were made of embroidered satin and looked very expensive.
The buttons on the clothes and the matching shoe buckles were, of course, top quality.
“How about this brooch?”
Killian immediately refused with a frown.
“Why are you even wearing a brooch?”
“This is basic.”
However, Thierry, the designer Emily contracted, was not an easy hire.
“I guess it would be better to reattach the button to match this brooch.”
“Are you asking me to take off my clothes again?”
"Yes."
At those firm words, Killian nervously took off his shirt again.
Just as he thought the costumes were finished, the hair designer, who was next in line, came into the room.
“Your Grace, I think you need to cut your hair a bit more to apply pomade. Please take a seat.”
“...”
Observing classes, Killian realized that this was a much more serious and troublesome task than he had thought.
Meanwhile, Emily was about to wear a dress from her closet, but she ended up getting a new outfit tailored after getting advice from a designer.
Of all the dresses she's ever worn, this one had the most lace decoration, but it was made of the finest lace and was so soft that it didn't look frivolous at all.
The material was a purple dress made of the same satin material that matched the clothes Killian was wearing.
“It’s really beautiful, ma’am.”
As a parent, she dressed up more maturely than usual, but Emily handled that atmosphere well.
Emily was nervous about standing in front of Killian, all dressed up for the first time in a long time.
After finishing her preparations and leaving the room, Killian was already standing in front of the door to escort her.
Killian was just as nervous as Emily, if not more so.
Killian, who had not slept a wink all night and had dark circles under his eyes, turned even that into charm.
Killian's hands were sweaty, and he was so nervous that he felt like a boy holding a girl's hand for the first time.
Without anyone noticing, Killian quickly wiped his hands on his pants and escorted Emily out in style.
“Have a nice trip.”
Alvin was overcome with emotion at the sight of the couple together after a long time and wiped away tears.
As Emily and Killian boarded the carriage, the coachman began to slowly drive the horse towards Hyperion Academy.
The first person to speak in the carriage was surprisingly Killian.
“Weren’t you cold last night?”
As the rainy season begins, it rained heavily last night as well.
In the empire, heating was done with magic stones, but in the Starr Mansion, which had an abundance of magic stones, there was no need to worry about heating.
Still, Killian was worried that Emily, with her frail physique, might catch a cold.
“Yes, it was fine. How about you?”
"Me too."
Emily's heart was already melting away at Killian's concern.
Emily, who was facing Killian, rubbed the ends of her eyebrows.
“Why are you doing that?”
Emily, startled by Killian's question, hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth.
“I thought it would be rude to ask, but I suddenly became curious.”
What on earth was she trying to ask? Killian's throat moved nervously.
“Can I ask where the scar on your eyebrow is?”
"Ah."
He was able to answer questions that were simpler than he thought with ease.
“We fought when we were young.”
Killian also touched the spot where the scar should be.
'Is this the right place?'
He doesn't really look in the mirror often, and he's never really been interested in looking at it, so his memory is vague.
It was probably a wound that was incurred while fighting with the servant of the house while he was hiding in the earldom with the help of Emily's father.
Because of that, he couldn't even say hello to the Count and ran away from the Count's territory and came up to the capital.
Emily's eyes sparkled as she watched Killian reminisce. It wasn't often that she got the chance to hear stories from his childhood.
“Why did you fight?”
This was a bit of a tricky question to answer.
That servant had a crush on Emily and was spreading vile rumors, so I punished him... Killian couldn't tell Emily the truth.
Emily probably doesn't even know that Killian is hiding in the Earldom.
“I don’t really remember why we fought.”
Killian asked, raising his eyebrows again for no reason.
“Do you not want to see it?”
Emily, startled by Killian's words, shook her head strongly.
Who would dare say that scar is unsightly?
The scratch on his eyebrow did nothing to spoil his beauty.
Rather, thanks to that scar, Killian was not only handsome but also exuded an aura of darkness and secrecy.
Anyway, thanks to Emily's immediate denial, Killian's mood improved.
As the mood eased, Emily decided to postpone the in-depth conversation until later, contrary to her initial decision.
Asking him why he was avoiding her seemed like it would ruin the trip.
'I'd rather ask on the way back.'
Emily turned her gaze out the window, a heavy burden weighing heavily on her mind. A peaceful rural landscape was now passing by.
“Have you ever traveled abroad?”
Killian thought for a moment before answering Emily's question.
"No."
He's traveled to many countries with her father, but he felt like if he told the truth, stories from his past would come out.
Emily asked the question, but she assumed that Killian had no travel experience.
“Really? I don’t have any either.”
And Emily added with a little wind behind her.
“I hope that later on, the three of us, John and I, can travel abroad together.”
It was a difficult topic for Killian to answer, as he was thinking about ending things with her.
But he felt like Emily would be sad if he didn't answer.
“If I get the chance.”
In the end, he chose to answer vaguely.
“If you go, how about Calliope as your first destination?”
Calliope, it was fine. No, anywhere she wanted was fine.
However, it didn't matter where it was, as long as it wasn't the Robert Empire, where the Crown Prince had studied abroad.
And Calliope, fortunately, was a place Killian had traveled before. Perhaps he could be a good guide.
'But I won't be able to stay married to Emily until then.'
Still, Killian nodded silently at those words.
Emily, who felt excited at the thought of receiving a promise from Killian, smiled shyly and gazed out the window.
Hyperion Academy was located on the outskirts of the capital, so it was a quick trip.
After a while, the coachman gently stopped the carriage.
Emily and Killian were the hottest celebrities in Vancent these days. As they stepped out of the carriage, everyone's eyes turned to them.
Upon hearing the news that the Marquis Starr and his wife had arrived, the Dean of Hyperion Academy came out to greet them in person.
“Welcome. We are honored to have you join us.”
Killian was one of the Academy's largest donors. The headmaster smiled kindly and shook Killian's hand.
Fortunately, he didn't say anything useless like, "You must have had a hard time in prison," or "Fortunately, you came out safely."
“It’s my first time meeting you, Madame Starr.”
"Nice to meet you."
Emily greeted him and looked around the exterior of the Academy.
As it was considered one of the most prestigious academies in the empire, it was very large in scale, and its facilities were well maintained.
“Wasn’t it difficult to get here?”
“Yes, the road was well-maintained.”
The headmaster, seeing that the Marquis and his wife seemed to be in a good mood, guided them to the headmaster's office with a worried expression.
And while moving, he briefly briefed Killian on how the donations had been used.
Killian hadn't been curious since he'd already researched the matter, but since he'd come this far and had some time to spare, he just let him babble on.
“Do you have any further questions?”
When Killian didn't say anything, Emily asked instead.
“How is John doing at the Academy?”
The principal smiled vaguely at those words.
Even without saying anything, Killian could tell from the principal's expression how John was doing at school.
But the principal didn't want to upset them, so he tried his best to cover it up.
“He may say strange things sometimes, but he never causes trouble or makes a fuss, so don’t worry too much.”
Killian nodded slightly. He seemed to understand what it felt like to hear someone say something strange.
But Emily, who didn't know John's identity, looked quite worried.
“What did you say... that would interfere with his school life?”
“Well, it’s a bit difficult to express... Maybe you’ll understand if you observe the class later.”
Emily's expression darkened even more than before.
“Does he have many friends?”
At those words, Killian turned serious and looked at Emily. Where on earth did John have friends? The very question was embarrassing.
The principal still had an awkward smile on his face and tried to make John look good this time.
“Don’t worry, John isn’t the type of kid who’ll get bullied wherever he goes.”
Killian inwardly snorted at his words.
'It's better if that kid doesn't bully anyone.'
“Ahem, it’s almost time for class to start.”
The principal, who wanted to be careful not to say anything about John in case he made a slip of the tongue, quickly called John's homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher was a man in his late thirties with blond hair and a clean appearance.
“This is Murad, John’s homeroom teacher and teacher of ancient languages.”
The headmaster also introduced the Marquis and his wife to Murad.
“The Marquis and Marchioness of Starr, who have come as John’s guardians. Please greet them.”
Murad's face turned pale when he heard that the people sitting in front of him were John's guardians.
'Does he do that because he knows Killian is a mafia?'
Emily tilted her head at Murad's overreaction.
Murad barely managed to compose himself as the principal tapped his arm and greeted him.
“Oh, hello. I’m Murad, John’s homeroom teacher.”
“Yes, thank you for your hard work teaching our John.”
“Haha... Don’t mention it.”
Murad couldn't even say no with an empty word. Fortunately or unfortunately, Emily didn't notice that reaction at all.
"It looks like the bell will ring soon. I'll show you to the classroom."
Murad wanted to cry because of why John's guardians were VIPs of the Academy.
Unlike Emily, who was worried, Killian, who stood there with a cold aura the whole time, was also scary.
'You're a mafia member, and you were incarcerated until recently?'
Murad could see why John was so devilish. What was his guardian like?
Murad, who had such a narrow-minded view, glanced at Emily with a pitiful expression.
It was a wonder how such a delicate lady, swaying like a spring breeze, could survive in that den of demons.
Killian, who happened to be standing behind Murad, was looking at the sight with displeasure.
“It’s annoying.”
Although it was supposed to be an educational event, the academy classes attended by upper-class children were just another social party.
After the observation class, the children chatted about each other's parents.
So parents had no choice but to dress up as carefully as they would for a high-society party.
“Your Grace, I think it would be better to have the cravat in a different color.”
“Do as you please.”
Killian was dressed with a calm expression.
He wondered what all this suffering was because of that little boy, John.
The vest and jacket worn by Killian reflected his taste, and although the colors themselves were monotonous, they were made of embroidered satin and looked very expensive.
The buttons on the clothes and the matching shoe buckles were, of course, top quality.
“How about this brooch?”
Killian immediately refused with a frown.
“Why are you even wearing a brooch?”
“This is basic.”
However, Thierry, the designer Emily contracted, was not an easy hire.
“I guess it would be better to reattach the button to match this brooch.”
“Are you asking me to take off my clothes again?”
"Yes."
At those firm words, Killian nervously took off his shirt again.
Just as he thought the costumes were finished, the hair designer, who was next in line, came into the room.
“Your Grace, I think you need to cut your hair a bit more to apply pomade. Please take a seat.”
“...”
Observing classes, Killian realized that this was a much more serious and troublesome task than he had thought.
Meanwhile, Emily was about to wear a dress from her closet, but she ended up getting a new outfit tailored after getting advice from a designer.
Of all the dresses she's ever worn, this one had the most lace decoration, but it was made of the finest lace and was so soft that it didn't look frivolous at all.
The material was a purple dress made of the same satin material that matched the clothes Killian was wearing.
“It’s really beautiful, ma’am.”
As a parent, she dressed up more maturely than usual, but Emily handled that atmosphere well.
Emily was nervous about standing in front of Killian, all dressed up for the first time in a long time.
After finishing her preparations and leaving the room, Killian was already standing in front of the door to escort her.
Killian was just as nervous as Emily, if not more so.
Killian, who had not slept a wink all night and had dark circles under his eyes, turned even that into charm.
Killian's hands were sweaty, and he was so nervous that he felt like a boy holding a girl's hand for the first time.
Without anyone noticing, Killian quickly wiped his hands on his pants and escorted Emily out in style.
“Have a nice trip.”
Alvin was overcome with emotion at the sight of the couple together after a long time and wiped away tears.
As Emily and Killian boarded the carriage, the coachman began to slowly drive the horse towards Hyperion Academy.
The first person to speak in the carriage was surprisingly Killian.
“Weren’t you cold last night?”
As the rainy season begins, it rained heavily last night as well.
In the empire, heating was done with magic stones, but in the Starr Mansion, which had an abundance of magic stones, there was no need to worry about heating.
Still, Killian was worried that Emily, with her frail physique, might catch a cold.
“Yes, it was fine. How about you?”
"Me too."
Emily's heart was already melting away at Killian's concern.
Emily, who was facing Killian, rubbed the ends of her eyebrows.
“Why are you doing that?”
Emily, startled by Killian's question, hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth.
“I thought it would be rude to ask, but I suddenly became curious.”
What on earth was she trying to ask? Killian's throat moved nervously.
“Can I ask where the scar on your eyebrow is?”
"Ah."
He was able to answer questions that were simpler than he thought with ease.
“We fought when we were young.”
Killian also touched the spot where the scar should be.
'Is this the right place?'
He doesn't really look in the mirror often, and he's never really been interested in looking at it, so his memory is vague.
It was probably a wound that was incurred while fighting with the servant of the house while he was hiding in the earldom with the help of Emily's father.
Because of that, he couldn't even say hello to the Count and ran away from the Count's territory and came up to the capital.
Emily's eyes sparkled as she watched Killian reminisce. It wasn't often that she got the chance to hear stories from his childhood.
“Why did you fight?”
This was a bit of a tricky question to answer.
That servant had a crush on Emily and was spreading vile rumors, so I punished him... Killian couldn't tell Emily the truth.
Emily probably doesn't even know that Killian is hiding in the Earldom.
“I don’t really remember why we fought.”
Killian asked, raising his eyebrows again for no reason.
“Do you not want to see it?”
Emily, startled by Killian's words, shook her head strongly.
Who would dare say that scar is unsightly?
The scratch on his eyebrow did nothing to spoil his beauty.
Rather, thanks to that scar, Killian was not only handsome but also exuded an aura of darkness and secrecy.
Anyway, thanks to Emily's immediate denial, Killian's mood improved.
As the mood eased, Emily decided to postpone the in-depth conversation until later, contrary to her initial decision.
Asking him why he was avoiding her seemed like it would ruin the trip.
'I'd rather ask on the way back.'
Emily turned her gaze out the window, a heavy burden weighing heavily on her mind. A peaceful rural landscape was now passing by.
“Have you ever traveled abroad?”
Killian thought for a moment before answering Emily's question.
"No."
He's traveled to many countries with her father, but he felt like if he told the truth, stories from his past would come out.
Emily asked the question, but she assumed that Killian had no travel experience.
“Really? I don’t have any either.”
And Emily added with a little wind behind her.
“I hope that later on, the three of us, John and I, can travel abroad together.”
It was a difficult topic for Killian to answer, as he was thinking about ending things with her.
But he felt like Emily would be sad if he didn't answer.
“If I get the chance.”
In the end, he chose to answer vaguely.
“If you go, how about Calliope as your first destination?”
Calliope, it was fine. No, anywhere she wanted was fine.
However, it didn't matter where it was, as long as it wasn't the Robert Empire, where the Crown Prince had studied abroad.
And Calliope, fortunately, was a place Killian had traveled before. Perhaps he could be a good guide.
'But I won't be able to stay married to Emily until then.'
Still, Killian nodded silently at those words.
Emily, who felt excited at the thought of receiving a promise from Killian, smiled shyly and gazed out the window.
Hyperion Academy was located on the outskirts of the capital, so it was a quick trip.
After a while, the coachman gently stopped the carriage.
Emily and Killian were the hottest celebrities in Vancent these days. As they stepped out of the carriage, everyone's eyes turned to them.
Upon hearing the news that the Marquis Starr and his wife had arrived, the Dean of Hyperion Academy came out to greet them in person.
“Welcome. We are honored to have you join us.”
Killian was one of the Academy's largest donors. The headmaster smiled kindly and shook Killian's hand.
Fortunately, he didn't say anything useless like, "You must have had a hard time in prison," or "Fortunately, you came out safely."
“It’s my first time meeting you, Madame Starr.”
"Nice to meet you."
Emily greeted him and looked around the exterior of the Academy.
As it was considered one of the most prestigious academies in the empire, it was very large in scale, and its facilities were well maintained.
“Wasn’t it difficult to get here?”
“Yes, the road was well-maintained.”
The headmaster, seeing that the Marquis and his wife seemed to be in a good mood, guided them to the headmaster's office with a worried expression.
And while moving, he briefly briefed Killian on how the donations had been used.
Killian hadn't been curious since he'd already researched the matter, but since he'd come this far and had some time to spare, he just let him babble on.
“Do you have any further questions?”
When Killian didn't say anything, Emily asked instead.
“How is John doing at the Academy?”
The principal smiled vaguely at those words.
Even without saying anything, Killian could tell from the principal's expression how John was doing at school.
But the principal didn't want to upset them, so he tried his best to cover it up.
“He may say strange things sometimes, but he never causes trouble or makes a fuss, so don’t worry too much.”
Killian nodded slightly. He seemed to understand what it felt like to hear someone say something strange.
But Emily, who didn't know John's identity, looked quite worried.
“What did you say... that would interfere with his school life?”
“Well, it’s a bit difficult to express... Maybe you’ll understand if you observe the class later.”
Emily's expression darkened even more than before.
“Does he have many friends?”
At those words, Killian turned serious and looked at Emily. Where on earth did John have friends? The very question was embarrassing.
The principal still had an awkward smile on his face and tried to make John look good this time.
“Don’t worry, John isn’t the type of kid who’ll get bullied wherever he goes.”
Killian inwardly snorted at his words.
'It's better if that kid doesn't bully anyone.'
“Ahem, it’s almost time for class to start.”
The principal, who wanted to be careful not to say anything about John in case he made a slip of the tongue, quickly called John's homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher was a man in his late thirties with blond hair and a clean appearance.
“This is Murad, John’s homeroom teacher and teacher of ancient languages.”
The headmaster also introduced the Marquis and his wife to Murad.
“The Marquis and Marchioness of Starr, who have come as John’s guardians. Please greet them.”
Murad's face turned pale when he heard that the people sitting in front of him were John's guardians.
'Does he do that because he knows Killian is a mafia?'
Emily tilted her head at Murad's overreaction.
Murad barely managed to compose himself as the principal tapped his arm and greeted him.
“Oh, hello. I’m Murad, John’s homeroom teacher.”
“Yes, thank you for your hard work teaching our John.”
“Haha... Don’t mention it.”
Murad couldn't even say no with an empty word. Fortunately or unfortunately, Emily didn't notice that reaction at all.
"It looks like the bell will ring soon. I'll show you to the classroom."
Murad wanted to cry because of why John's guardians were VIPs of the Academy.
Unlike Emily, who was worried, Killian, who stood there with a cold aura the whole time, was also scary.
'You're a mafia member, and you were incarcerated until recently?'
Murad could see why John was so devilish. What was his guardian like?
Murad, who had such a narrow-minded view, glanced at Emily with a pitiful expression.
It was a wonder how such a delicate lady, swaying like a spring breeze, could survive in that den of demons.
Killian, who happened to be standing behind Murad, was looking at the sight with displeasure.
“It’s annoying.”
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