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Prince Damian, realizing what Raymond meant, shook his head.

“It’s different from us to begin with. It’s not anyone else, it’s just those two. hmm…I’ve never thought of Sirius as Agnes’ opponent.”

Diana, who had an ambiguous expression, spoke carefully.

“but…There’s no way Princess Agnes likes Sirius, right?”

“Well, it’s not like there’s no possibility at all, right? Now that Agnes has given up on Raymond…It’s no wonder men who are opposites are attracted.”

“……”

“Even though Sirius is a playboy, he is a good-looking guy.”

Damian said with a grin.

He looked happy even when he saw Raymond’s eyebrows furrowed.

Diana answered, glancing at Raymond Spencer standing next to her.

“Well, quite the opposite.”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll have to consider it. Sirius Melville… hmm. There is no way he will continue to be a playboy until he gets married, and since he has good manners and a sly attitude, he might be able to win over Agnes’ heart.”

Damian spoke in an attitude that didn’t care whether Raymond was in front of him or not.

“I guess so. Who would be too scared to meet Sirius in the first place?”

Diana agreed with the Prince’s opinion.

If Sirius becomes the princess’s fiancé, no woman will dare to look at Sirius.

If any woman gets picked on by the princess for no reason, she will end up in her own home.

Diana also had the same attitude as not paying any attention to Raymond.

That’s because other people thought that Raymond Spencer had no interest in the princess at all.

In reality, Raymond Spencer had a really innocent face.

But if someone had taken their eyes off Raymond’s face for even a second, they might have noticed the slightest change.

His closed jaw muscles twitched violently, as if he was holding something back.

Raymond, who talked with the two for a while longer, eventually made an excuse and left.

He found an empty terrace and walked on.

Only then did his stuffiness seem to disappear in the cold night wind.

“Whoa….”

Raymond bit his lip as he slightly loosened the tight cravat.

‘Shit…..’

When he closed her eyes, the image of Princess Agnes he had seen earlier came to mind.

In fact, ever since he encountered Agnes in the Crown Prince’s office not long ago, he has been suffering from nightmares every night.

It was his childhood dream.

Agnes stubbornly followed me around.

And his mother, who cried sadly while blaming her father.

At the end of the dream, his mother and the princess overlapped, and Agnes appeared, looking at me with resentment and shedding tears.

Agnes, wearing the plain light purple dress her mother had worn, cried sadly.

When he woke up from his dream, his entire body was wet with cold sweat.

Today was our second meeting since that day.

Damn it, Agnes showed up today again wearing a light purple banquet dress.

It was much more flashy and elegant than the last time I encountered it, but even that appearance reminded me of my mother.

Raymond pressed his forehead with his fingertips irritably.

His head was throbbing and he complained of pain.

I don’t know why i feel so dirty.

The moment I saw Agnes appear with Sirius Melville, my stomach twisted strangely.

Since she was a child, Agnes had never had anyone else as her dance partner.

That position always belonged to Raymond Spencer.

Agnes, with her characteristic stubbornness, always forced him to be her partner.

There was a time when she threatened to give me disadvantages if I refused.

In fact, this time too, Raymond thought that Agnes might eventually come to visit him.

So he deliberately asked Hazel, a fellow knight, to be his partner in advance.

Even if Agnes came and threatened him, he would never give in, saying he already had a partner.

But fortunately Agnes didn’t come to visit him.

Instead, she showed up with an unexpected partner.

Sirius Melville…

I had never imagined the two of them standing side by side.

Raymond found it difficult to express what he was feeling right now.

Jealousy? It couldn’t have been like that.

But it was true that it was unpleasant.

Why on earth?

Raymond was frustrated because he couldn’t find the cause of his discomfort.

I was just angry at Agnes.

She always clings to me as if she’s the only one who cares, as if she’s dying, and whenever she bothers me…

As if it is of no use now.

Meanwhile, he was annoyed because he kept seeing his mother and Agnes overlapping, and his father and himself overlapping.

It’s completely different…, The relationship between my parents and Agnes is completely different, so why…

What does this strange feeling of guilt and regret mean?

If it weren’t for those damn nightmares I have every day, I wouldn’t have been so irritated.

He took a deep breath and cooled his hot head.

Maintaining his composure and not showing his emotions was what he did best.

***

A dark night with the moon rising.

A narrow garden behind the knights’ training grounds.

This was the place Kylo used to train alone.

Not only did no one come because it was a place exclusively for the Black Knights, but there was a drinking fountain right next to it where you could cool off.

Plus, he often used this place because it was less stuffy than the indoor training center.

Under the lights he was sweating and swinging his wooden sword.

Although it wasn’t meaningful training, he tended to train his body whenever he had time so as not to be lazy.

After he sweated a lot, his random thoughts disappeared and his head became clear.

Today again, he was alone, sweating and breathing heavily.

A loud noise continued to be heard from the Crystal Hall, where the International Ball was in full swing.

The noise was very annoying to him.

The more he did that, the more he focused on swinging the sword.

He liked nothing better than sweating as a way to get rid of his feelings of inferiority.

There was a time when he too imagined that one day he would go to a prom or something.

However, he had never learned the dances performed by nobles at banquets.

It was obvious that he would only be humiliated.

Even in his own imagination, he was despised by nobles.

“Whoa….”

Kylo took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel placed on one side.

His naked upper body was also hot and sweat was flowing down.

Even though the night air was cold, the heat didn’t cool down easily.

He turned on the drinking fountain next to him and took a gulp of cold water.

Cold water droplets ran down the hard, thick neckline and down the bulging and puffing muscles of the chest.

It was that moment.

Kylo suddenly sensed that he was being monitored and stopped and looked away.

He thought there was no way there was an intruder in the imperial castle, and that he was one of the members of the Black Knights since it was an exclusive area.

Like Victor Craven, or Jeremy Lanster…

However, the person whose eyes met was a completely different person.

Although she was a member of the Black Knights…

“……”

The person leaning against the wall and breathing heavily was clearly Princess Agnes.

Kylo looked at her in confusion.

He felt like she was in a place she shouldn’t be, with someone she shouldn’t be.

For a moment he thought it was an illusion.

But he never sees Princess Agnes as a fantasy, does he?

Kylo blinked several times and looked at the other person.

As expected, it wasn’t an illusion.

Princess Agnes was wearing a beautiful dress that was completely different from the knightly uniform she usually wore.

Her flowing dress was very flashy, but it felt plain compared to her features.

She was so beautiful that it took my breath away for a moment.

She was white and the design clearly exposed her slender shoulders, making him dizzy as if he had peeked at something he wasn’t supposed to see.

What is certain is that it was an outfit that was difficult to see near the Knights Templar building.

It was clear that it came from Crystal Hall, where the National founding party was held.

But why?