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"Kyaaa! What, why are you here…” Unfortunately, it seemed they hadn't managed to lock the door—this couple within. “You believed I wouldn't locate you amid a tryst?!” “Is it your crowning achievement, having finally ferreted us out?!” “W-what?! This woman… No, then who is this? Are you the Marquis Peroro?! I pondered if my wife was the object of your affection, but it's you?!” “Well, but…” "Damn it! I can't let this slide. If you wish for me to keep mum, provide the requisite compensation! Otherwise, I'll divulge the entirety of this to your family…” “Hey, you scoundrel! Is that all you have to say?!” “Ah! I can't maintain my composure when dealing with an old man like you!” Midst this couple whose conversation was marked by ceaseless shouting, the Marquis of Peroro was situated in the center, unsure of how to proceed, his hand covering his center. I had a particular objective in mind, but was this a con artist couple scheme? I discreetly shut the door...

Juan shook his head. His pink eyes held a vacant expression, as if his very soul had been drained, and his face and the white tails of his coat were splattered with blood. It looked like he'd been spattered with someone else's blood. "What happened..." "I-I don't know... It just happened... He's not moving... " "Whom are you talking about?" Mr. Pavel persisted with his inquiries, yet Juan's response remained a blank stare aimed in my direction, devoid of any discernible reaction. Taking action on impulse, I grabbed Juan's wrist and guided him into a nearby room. We hastened into an employee-only restroom. Mr. Pavel secured the bathroom door while I led Juan to the sink, turning on the faucet to let cool water flow. Juan tentatively pressed his lips against the water stream, as if he had regained some semblance of awareness upon hearing the soothing sound of water. "I instructed him to surrender it to me... No, I instructed him ...

Just then, someone called out in a cheerful tone and hurriedly approached, interrupting Juan's words. As the siscon Prince hesitated and continued down the stairs, I smiled and turned to the enthusiastic banking apprentice. "Do you enjoy the party?" "Y-Yes, of course! It's my first time experiencing such a luxurious Christmas Eve. Thank you for inviting me." "Of course, as your cousin's wedding, you should be attending. Did your father accompany you?" "Yeah, he wanted to greet you, Madame Sasha. And earlier... Well, this is a humble Christmas gift from me." I widened my eyes in mock surprise at the small gift box that Pierro shyly handed over, scratching his platinum hair. "Oh... You really didn't have to..." "M-My gift is really insignificant! Still, I chose it wholeheartedly... I-I hope you like it." "I'm looking forward to seeing what's inside. I really appreciate it. I'll cherish it." ...

“Well, it's a bit awkward to say this... There are rumors, however absurd, that suggest that Alsie and the Duke's engagement was orchestrated by you. That you had a suitable substitute ready for the Duchess's seat. So, I was wondering... perhaps Sasha…” "Even if those preposterous rumors were true, what would you do about it now?" "Excuse me...?" Her eyes widened in disbelief as if she couldn't fathom what she had just heard. Observing her reaction, I quirked the corner of my mouth. “That's precisely what I said. Why is someone who cares so much about her friend bringing this up now that everything is done and over with? There's no going back at this point.” "What in the world..." "Why not be straightforward? That's not what you really want to ask me. You're curious about my relationship with the Ducal Prince, not the Duke." As I untangled her clenched hands from mine and pulled away slightly, her usually fair chee...

"While we're here enjoying ourselves, things are gradually getting heated out there." "That's true. I hope everyone stays safe…" "Is it realistic to expect the Night Butterflies to prioritize their safety?" "Well, you have a point." "Anyway, it's likely that not many people here or there will make it home safely tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if the guest rooms and the casino are bursting at the seams." Our ledgers will certainly be booming. Hehe. It's Christmas Eve, and it's a wedding reception at the hotel. How many people will end up joining the party today… "Well then, it's a bit of a pity, but at this point today... I'm going to offer the Duke another hearty congratulations and head off. I still find it a bit hard to believe." "We all feel the same, actually." "I wish the honeymoon period could be a bit longer." The Crown Prince let out a playful sigh and raised his ha...

"A-anyway, what's with her?" "I'm not sure what's going on with her right now, but she's just as nervous as you are. So, at least, try to stay calm and take your time. Today, both of you are the main characters." As I spoke with enthusiasm and a smile, it was only then that our Duke blushed and returned the smile. It's hard to believe that this Bear is getting married. "You're right. How do I look? Do I look good?" "You look the best." "Really?" "Really." "Really, really?" "Really, really. So stop hesitating and get going. There will be more than a few guests waiting to welcome you." Fortunately, Lethias moved with more composure, appearing much calmer than before. Poor Mister Pavel followed behind him, clenching his teeth. "The honeymoon will have to be a bit extended." A chuckle escaped as Yann let out a sigh and stuck out his tongue. Valentina glanced at me with a teasin...

"…" "Yann seemed to have known from the start. I guess Valen was left in the dark." The Queen of Darkness didn't say a word. She barely blinked, her gaze fixed on me. Her eyes were like those of a cat about to pounce, which made me feel a little uneasy. It seemed everyone in this world had such laser eyes... "Just let me hurry up. I can't keep the bride-to-be waiting..." "Are you really not fine with just leaving it at that, Sasha?" I'm going crazy. Oh, Valentina, even you! Was everyone conspiring against me today? I turned back to her with a touch of annoyance. "Why's that, Valen? Are you worried now? Do you think I'm letting revenge sway me?" "It's not like that." Valentina muttered in a soothing tone, her gaze lowering. "When... When my brother returned from the battlefield, I was sick and dying. Typhoid fever, or something like that. If my brother hadn't made good friends there, I would hav...