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“Your Majesty, by any chance, the person you wanted me to meet…”
“Alicia has a good intuition—yes, it’s Rushard.”
The dress she gave me is yellow, the color of Rushard-sama’s hair, and the jewelry is a sparkling blue sapphire, the color of Rushard-sama’s eyes.
Her Majesty seems to want to keep a close relationship between me and Rushard-sama.
“Didn’t Rushard-sama study in the neighboring kingdom of Skorupion?”
Rushard-sama’s study abroad is not only for academic purposes, but also to connect the Kingdom of Skorupion with the Kingdom of Meister.
There is a princess in the kingdom of Skorupion who is the same age as Rushard-sama.
“I have been through a lot in the Kingdom of Skorupion, and I have returned.”
“You have been through a lot?”
“I don’t want to talk about it here… I’ll tell you later. Anyway, will you dance with me?”
Rushard-sama reaches out to me.
“I’m sorry, I haven’t danced with my father yet.”
The first dance of the party is customary with your companion. —If not a family member, the escort for the party would be… the fiancée.
“I see. So after the Marquis of Filta, then…”
“I’m afraid not, Your Highness. I will be dancing next after my brother-in-law.”
“Uncle Coate.”
My mother’s brother, the Duke of Coate-Shutia, interrupts Rushard-sama and me.
“I’m supposed to dance next.”
“Uncle Ben.”
My father’s younger brother, Duke Ben Crepes, stands next to Uncle Coate.
(Potato-tan: If you don’t remember, Ben is the son-in-law of the Dukes of Crepes.)
I find myself flanked on both sides by my two uncles.
“Uncle Coate, Uncle Ben, thank you very much for your help earlier.”
The Barons of Sachs, Thoma, Koch, and Weil were cut off from the Dukes of Shutia and Crepes and were forbidden to enter their lands.
As a nobleman and a businessman, it’s a terrible blow.
“Well, it’s not that big of a deal. I’ll make one, two, three, or four threats whenever I want to protect my lovely niece.”
“It was fun to see the faces of the little rascals in dismay.”
Uncle Coate, Uncle Ben, takes me by the hand and smiles.
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