As Taylor saw this, he did not laugh. His face got scrunched up instead.
He was about to stretch out his hand and call out the person, when a young boy suddenly appeared from behind him.
He wobbled and approached Taylor. It was a three-year-old Elf kid. His mouth was swollen as if there was something inside. As he chewed, he said, "Mm… Royal highness, that person… he asked me to give you this straw hat."
Taylor understood it. He picked up the green straw hat. He did not know why, but he put the hat on.
"Hm? It feels so nice. It's rather comfortable…" Taylor happily made some poses. He couldn't help but think about it. Does that person plan on flattering me?
"Oh. There's no doubt. I am a prince. This person knows about my identity and wants to fawn on me. But why does he seem slightly familiar?" Taylor rubbed his chin. The memories slowly started to come to mind…
Consequently, time slowly passed away, and so did Taylor's smile.
