A person came to greet Keithfalt and Lionel who had left the office. It was Duke Nefert’s daughter, Clianna. She was the cousin of Lionel, a beautiful young woman with rich blond hair.
“Clianna. What are you doing here?”
To Keithfalt who asked the question expressionlessly, Clianna dyed her cheeks and talked while slightly looking down.
“I am sorry for calling out to you while you are busy. But, hearing about the marriage of your Highness, I couldn’t stand still… She came to hara.s.s us, that cruel Lidea’s Princess…”
“You are saying the same thing as Lionel.”
“It is natural! Besides, I heard your Highness received very harsh treatment from Lidea’s royalty when you were taken as a hostage for two years. Why did his Majesty make such a cruel decision, such as taking for a wife a person from this royalty? I don’t want your Highness to feel any more pain.”
“It was in the past. This marriage is inevitable. If it is true, it would be worthwhile to think about countermeasures to prevent Lidea or Marquis Conderna from eating this country.”
Clianna looked up at the turning Keithfalt and put an end to her wet eyes.
“I somehow want to be helpful to your Highness, so I came up with one idea. Although it is presumptuous to call it a measure———.”