Chapter 26: Frerance
(Elliot…?)
When Elliot suddenly steps forward, Olivia is taken aback.
Elliot gives Olivia a slight smile before changing his expression and looking at Viscount Bergor with an emotionless smile.
“Viscount Bergor, it’s been a long time. I’m glad you haven’t changed.”
An elderly man dressed in a butler’s uniform shouted loudly with a blue streak in his voice.
“Know your place! You’re disrespectful!”
Elliot gave a cold smile to the butler.
“It seems the Bergor family doesn’t raise their servants well.”
He then removed his glasses.
“Excuse me. You would not recognize me with them.”
The Viscount’s brow furrows as he stares at Elliot’s face.
Then his face contorted in surprise.
“Y-You’re Elliot Frerance-sama!”
[Frerance?!]
[Are you referring to the Dukes of France?!]
The audience lets out a startled murmur.
Olivia’s eyes widened.
The Frerance family is one of the country’s four great dukes.
Even she, who is unfamiliar with the higher nobility, has heard of them.
“Please forgive me!”
The butler bows with a pale face.
Elliot smiled and spoke to Viscount Bergor, who froze in surprise.
“We haven’t seen each other since the party at the royal castle last year, have we?”
“Y-Yes, we have, sir. I apologize. I would have sent an escort if I had known you were coming.”
The Viscount smiles warmly and bows lower than Olivia has ever seen him bow.
Elliot waved his hand with grace, as if he didn’t mind.
“I’m here today as Olivia’s partner. So you don’t have to be concerned about that.”
Viscount Bergor’s face twitched in response to Elliot’s words.
“…I beg your pardon, but does Elliot-sama have a good relationship with Olivia?”
“Yes. Very good.”
Elliot’s handsome face is adorned with a lovely smile.
“Excuse me, but what is your relationship with…”
“You ask a lot of questions, you know… Don’t you see?”
Elliott’s large hands clasp Olivia’s befuddled waist in a protective grip.
As he looked at the Viscount, the corners of his mouth lifted, and his face contorted.
“By the way, it was a very entertaining sideshow. Trying to persuade your son to marry her again, whom he dumped after falsely accusing her of breaking off an engagement because she wasn’t useful—Very entertaining indeed.”
Viscount Bergor tries to speak up, but Elliot’s overwhelming aura of superiority prevents him.
He had complete command of the situation.
Elliot raised the corners of his mouth.
“Duke Justin would be upset if this were true and not a sideshow. After all, he is well-known for his devotion to his wife. In that case, the Bergors will almost certainly have to retain the title of [Viscount] for the time being.”
For a brief moment, the Viscount appears enraged.
But his face quickly returned to normal, and he began to laugh cheerfully.
“Hahaha. I’m glad you liked it. That, of course, was just a sideshow!”
“I see. That’s great. I thought I would lose my job as the bride’s maid escort. Do you believe it, do you?”
Elliot keeps his smile and his sharp gaze.
“Of course, yes.” Viscount Bergor nods and exclaims cheerfully.
“Gentlemen and ladies, I appreciate your patience. This discussion has concluded. We will now proceed with my son Henry’s wedding to Miss Catherine!”
The audience buzzed as if they were awake.
Time, which appeared to have stopped, began to move again.
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