Wait a minute, wait a minute!
Isn't that just stamping the seal of 'you're mine, I'm yours'?
“I’ll call you the Duke of Milan. Or Your Excellency, the Prime Minister.”
“Then I should call you master.”
"You!"
As I strained my eyes, Shish chuckled.
“Have you decided to look at me now instead of rolling your eyes?”
Oops, the opponent is the mastermind!
Don't hold onto my weakness!
Shish, whom I glanced at, didn't seem at all offended. In fact, the smile on his face deepened.
“I know you well.”
He whispered softly like the setting sun.
“That I am weak to my master.”
My eyebrows fluttered at the hot breath that touched my ear.
Since we've decided to go all out anyway, let's keep pushing forward.
“Of course. I’m your master, aren’t I?”
I put my hands on my waist and puffed out my chest.
“If you don’t listen to your master, then whose words are you going to listen to?”
Of course, I am always ready to come out weak if the opponent comes out strong.
“Haha, that’s right.”
But Shish easily confirmed my concerns, making them seem ridiculous.
“I will call you Lady Hayley, Master, and you will call me...”
The thin lips stopped moving for a moment.
“...Please call me Prime Minister.”
"Good."
As I affirmed, Shish took my hand and led me to the carriage.
The Rose Palace and the central hall where the ball was held were too far to walk.
“Shish.”
I pulled on his handsome ear and whispered very softly.
“Why?”
A white-gloved hand wrapped around my waist.
“I think Yuno noticed that ‘it’ was gone. Are you okay?”
"Then."
Shish laughed and let go of my hand that was holding his ear. Then, as was his custom, he stopped himself from kissing me.
“We can’t mess this up already, can we?”
A mess, how?
As I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, Shish lightly kissed the back of my hand, which was covered in lace gloves, as if to reassure me.
“I won’t. Don’t worry.”
Am I the only one who just expected something?
Shish pulled me into his arms and leaned his head against mine.
“Master, you're so beautiful that I don’t want to show you to anyone.”
The way Shish looked at me seemed to be possessed by something, so I couldn't refute it.
“I want to gouge out the eyes of everyone attending the ball tonight.”
I thought it was strange that you didn't say anything like that.
"Wouldn't everyone jump like moths to a flame when they see the Master? Even if I were setting a trap right next to him, that would send him to the afterlife?"
Shish's voice was so dreary that I squeezed his hand tightly.
“Don’t kill me. You promised me, Master.”
"kind."
“So you’re going to dance with me first?”
“Yes? I can’t dance.”
"You can't. I know. You practiced hard with that damned Knight Commander."
A chill ran down my spine at the whisper, “Why would I put up with that?”
“I want to kiss you.”
The hand that gently squeezed my chest made it sound like he wanted to change the subject from what he had just said.
“No, Shish.”
“I know. You put so much effort into decorating it, so I can’t ruin it.”
“The First Princess praised the clothes and accessories you chose for me. She said they suited me well.”
"Of course."
I was relieved to hear Shish's raspy voice and started talking loudly.
“She said she wouldn’t be able to find a combination that suits me this well.”
“Of course, because I, who love my master, designed and ordered it myself.”
In an instant, my body froze.
“Do you know what it means when you fall in love? Your mind becomes filled only with the person you love? I understood that after meeting you, Master.”
Stop it.
Please, stop.
I wanted to cover my ears, but my arms felt heavy, like boulders were hanging from them.
“So, naturally, the outfit that best suits the master will come out.”
Clunk.
Fortunately, the carriage stopped, and fortunately, Shish also closed his mouth at the same time.
The carriage door opened, and Shish, who got out first, helped me get out comfortably.
“That’s the central hall.”
Where the graceful finger pointed, there was a pristine white building. A single-story building, embedded in it, was a golden light that made one forget the sun had set.
The path leading to the house was smooth and well-maintained, without a single blade of grass, and there were already several couples on it.
As they headed toward the central hall, they all stared at us as if they were planning something when Shish and I appeared. Their gazes, a mixture of curiosity and hostility, were unsettling.
“Do you want to go back? Then tell me.”
Shish lowered his head slightly and whispered.
“Then you won’t give me what you took.”
"That's right."
Thin lips draw a curved line.
“The master who doesn’t get ‘it’ can’t leave, right?”
A chill ran down my spine in a different way than before.
I don't need a book to act as a key, but I think Shish has figured out something.
“What are you saying?”
As I tilted my head, pretending not to know anything, Shish laughed with his eyes wide open, and my reason flew away.
"Ha..."
“You are beautiful.”
I came to my senses from the jealous lamentations I heard around me.
Was this guy the male protagonist?
When a handsome guy smiles, I could have just said that he was even more handsome, but I insisted on muttering that Shish was a character in a book.
Otherwise, I feel like I'll cross the line I've set for myself.
"Let's go."
Shish, speaking affectionately, took a step forward, and I followed him, gazing at the center. Everyone, as if by agreement, gave way.
As I passed through the main gate of the white building, which was called a hall but was itself a huge ballroom, I found another door inside.
A servant stood before the thick, heavy door, wide open, perhaps because it was the time for people to enter. He must have been warned, as he called out loudly, without any invitation or other questions.
“His Excellency Prime Minister Milan and Lady Hayley enter!”
With a loud shout, attention was focused again.
It's nothing, it'll just end once I leave, so why am I nervous?
“Why are you shaking so unbecoming of a master?”
“I told you not to call me master.”
“Oh, I forgot.”
What do you mean forget?
It would be faster for Yuno's magic to disappear than for you to forget a fact.
He called me "Master" on purpose. He wanted to make anyone who heard him ask what our relationship was.
As I looked at him cautiously, Shish smiled, and exclamations erupted from those around me.
“Shish... Your Excellency, Prime Minister Milan.”
"You may omit my title when addressing me."
Isn't that just stamping the seal of 'you're mine, I'm yours'?
“I’ll call you the Duke of Milan. Or Your Excellency, the Prime Minister.”
“Then I should call you master.”
"You!"
As I strained my eyes, Shish chuckled.
“Have you decided to look at me now instead of rolling your eyes?”
Oops, the opponent is the mastermind!
Don't hold onto my weakness!
Shish, whom I glanced at, didn't seem at all offended. In fact, the smile on his face deepened.
“I know you well.”
He whispered softly like the setting sun.
“That I am weak to my master.”
My eyebrows fluttered at the hot breath that touched my ear.
Since we've decided to go all out anyway, let's keep pushing forward.
“Of course. I’m your master, aren’t I?”
I put my hands on my waist and puffed out my chest.
“If you don’t listen to your master, then whose words are you going to listen to?”
Of course, I am always ready to come out weak if the opponent comes out strong.
“Haha, that’s right.”
But Shish easily confirmed my concerns, making them seem ridiculous.
“I will call you Lady Hayley, Master, and you will call me...”
The thin lips stopped moving for a moment.
“...Please call me Prime Minister.”
"Good."
As I affirmed, Shish took my hand and led me to the carriage.
The Rose Palace and the central hall where the ball was held were too far to walk.
“Shish.”
I pulled on his handsome ear and whispered very softly.
“Why?”
A white-gloved hand wrapped around my waist.
“I think Yuno noticed that ‘it’ was gone. Are you okay?”
"Then."
Shish laughed and let go of my hand that was holding his ear. Then, as was his custom, he stopped himself from kissing me.
“We can’t mess this up already, can we?”
A mess, how?
As I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, Shish lightly kissed the back of my hand, which was covered in lace gloves, as if to reassure me.
“I won’t. Don’t worry.”
Am I the only one who just expected something?
Shish pulled me into his arms and leaned his head against mine.
“Master, you're so beautiful that I don’t want to show you to anyone.”
The way Shish looked at me seemed to be possessed by something, so I couldn't refute it.
“I want to gouge out the eyes of everyone attending the ball tonight.”
I thought it was strange that you didn't say anything like that.
"Wouldn't everyone jump like moths to a flame when they see the Master? Even if I were setting a trap right next to him, that would send him to the afterlife?"
Shish's voice was so dreary that I squeezed his hand tightly.
“Don’t kill me. You promised me, Master.”
"kind."
“So you’re going to dance with me first?”
“Yes? I can’t dance.”
"You can't. I know. You practiced hard with that damned Knight Commander."
A chill ran down my spine at the whisper, “Why would I put up with that?”
“I want to kiss you.”
The hand that gently squeezed my chest made it sound like he wanted to change the subject from what he had just said.
“No, Shish.”
“I know. You put so much effort into decorating it, so I can’t ruin it.”
I caught the large hand moving near my chest and interlocked our fingers. It struck me anew—my hand is ridiculously small.
"Of course."
I was relieved to hear Shish's raspy voice and started talking loudly.
“She said she wouldn’t be able to find a combination that suits me this well.”
“Of course, because I, who love my master, designed and ordered it myself.”
In an instant, my body froze.
“Do you know what it means when you fall in love? Your mind becomes filled only with the person you love? I understood that after meeting you, Master.”
Stop it.
Please, stop.
I wanted to cover my ears, but my arms felt heavy, like boulders were hanging from them.
“So, naturally, the outfit that best suits the master will come out.”
Clunk.
Fortunately, the carriage stopped, and fortunately, Shish also closed his mouth at the same time.
The carriage door opened, and Shish, who got out first, helped me get out comfortably.
“That’s the central hall.”
Where the graceful finger pointed, there was a pristine white building. A single-story building, embedded in it, was a golden light that made one forget the sun had set.
The path leading to the house was smooth and well-maintained, without a single blade of grass, and there were already several couples on it.
As they headed toward the central hall, they all stared at us as if they were planning something when Shish and I appeared. Their gazes, a mixture of curiosity and hostility, were unsettling.
“Do you want to go back? Then tell me.”
Shish lowered his head slightly and whispered.
“Then you won’t give me what you took.”
"That's right."
Thin lips draw a curved line.
“The master who doesn’t get ‘it’ can’t leave, right?”
A chill ran down my spine in a different way than before.
I don't need a book to act as a key, but I think Shish has figured out something.
“What are you saying?”
As I tilted my head, pretending not to know anything, Shish laughed with his eyes wide open, and my reason flew away.
"Ha..."
“You are beautiful.”
I came to my senses from the jealous lamentations I heard around me.
Was this guy the male protagonist?
When a handsome guy smiles, I could have just said that he was even more handsome, but I insisted on muttering that Shish was a character in a book.
Otherwise, I feel like I'll cross the line I've set for myself.
"Let's go."
Shish, speaking affectionately, took a step forward, and I followed him, gazing at the center. Everyone, as if by agreement, gave way.
As I passed through the main gate of the white building, which was called a hall but was itself a huge ballroom, I found another door inside.
A servant stood before the thick, heavy door, wide open, perhaps because it was the time for people to enter. He must have been warned, as he called out loudly, without any invitation or other questions.
“His Excellency Prime Minister Milan and Lady Hayley enter!”
With a loud shout, attention was focused again.
It's nothing, it'll just end once I leave, so why am I nervous?
“Why are you shaking so unbecoming of a master?”
“I told you not to call me master.”
“Oh, I forgot.”
What do you mean forget?
It would be faster for Yuno's magic to disappear than for you to forget a fact.
He called me "Master" on purpose. He wanted to make anyone who heard him ask what our relationship was.
As I looked at him cautiously, Shish smiled, and exclamations erupted from those around me.
“Shish... Your Excellency, Prime Minister Milan.”
"You may omit my title when addressing me."
I spoke almost as if I were doing ventriloquism, and Shish responded in a low voice.
"No, Your Excellency. I will address you as Your Excellency, and Your Excellency, please call me Lady Hayley."
“Unfortunately, if you wish.”
Shish seemed amused by this situation. I wasn't amused at all, so I held back from stepping on Shish's foot under her dress.
“What is that...?”
Still, it was amazing that the palace, which I had never imagined, existed in a way I had never expected.
I asked Shish a few questions, and he answered kindly. If only he hadn't looked at me, or if I hadn't allowed him, I thought we'd kiss right away, so I slowly moved away.
The limits were clear, as we were still holding hands.
“Lady Hayley, I see your father approaching from over there.”
Oh, by the way, the Marquis and Marchioness of Hayley are coming here too.
Marquis Hayley, who was clearly on the opposite side from me but had become close in an instant, greeted Shish.
“Greetings from Billor of Hayley to His Excellency the Duke of Milan, one of the two pillars that support the Empire.”
“Shish Milan pays homage to the head of the Hayley family, who represents the solid earth.”
The look of bewilderment lingered on the face of the Marquis, who had risen.
“Your Excellency, I am so embarrassed that you are paying me a courtesy...”
The Shish greeting was the most formal of the greetings that could be given between nobles, and was usually given by someone of lower rank to someone of higher rank.
He is the Duke of Milan, who can even bring down a bird. It is too much for a mere Marquis to do.
“Well, you're my partner’s father.”
But Shish summarized the reason in one sentence, and soon the Marquis, who was to become my father, was not very surprised.
“I thought my daughter had asked you to be her partner.”
“I was the one who earnestly asked Lady Hayley to be my partner.”
Shish looked at me with a sweet smile.
According to what the senior explained, the fact that you have already participated as partners is enough to indicate that you have promised a future together.
Adding to this, the actions of that mad mastermind are no different from stamping a marriage contract. Why does he keep making trouble?
I quietly stamped on Shish's foot beneath my dress. This is the taste of the glass slippers you gave me, you rascal.
But surprisingly, there was no change in Shish's complexion.
“My wife would love that.”
The Marquis smiled a little bitterly.
“Well, it sounds like the Marquis is displeased.”
"Surely not. Your Excellency, there's someone I need to introduce to Retri. Could I take my daughter with me for a moment?"
“If it’s okay, can I join you too?”
“Of course.”
Where the Marquis followed, there was a Marchioness with excessively bright eyes and a tall man in white. His eyes widened instantly when he saw me.
“What are you doing!”
The man pointed at my upper body with his finger.
“Now that I think about it, you’re a girl!”
...huh?
That's understandable, because the person pointing the finger at me was Cain.
“Well, you're my partner’s father.”
But Shish summarized the reason in one sentence, and soon the Marquis, who was to become my father, was not very surprised.
“I thought my daughter had asked you to be her partner.”
“I was the one who earnestly asked Lady Hayley to be my partner.”
Shish looked at me with a sweet smile.
According to what the senior explained, the fact that you have already participated as partners is enough to indicate that you have promised a future together.
Adding to this, the actions of that mad mastermind are no different from stamping a marriage contract. Why does he keep making trouble?
I quietly stamped on Shish's foot beneath my dress. This is the taste of the glass slippers you gave me, you rascal.
But surprisingly, there was no change in Shish's complexion.
“My wife would love that.”
The Marquis smiled a little bitterly.
“Well, it sounds like the Marquis is displeased.”
"Surely not. Your Excellency, there's someone I need to introduce to Retri. Could I take my daughter with me for a moment?"
“If it’s okay, can I join you too?”
“Of course.”
Where the Marquis followed, there was a Marchioness with excessively bright eyes and a tall man in white. His eyes widened instantly when he saw me.
“What are you doing!”
The man pointed at my upper body with his finger.
“Now that I think about it, you’re a girl!”
...huh?
How do you know about women?
My question was valid.
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