'Something has changed.'
Charlize noticed that Dylan was wearing luxurious gloves in his hand.
The night of the sword dance. After hearing the valuable information. She thought there would be a good time to ask Dylan for a vacation.
But there was a little time for her to be alone with Dylan.
'Strangely.'
Even in her regular class teaching Dylan, he didn't want to have many private conversations.
When our eyes met, his face turns red strangely. And when our skins touched, he was flabbergasted and held his breath.
[The wind is cold, Master.]
In the past, it's Dylan, who would have held her hand saying it looked cold when they walked together.
In the same situation, he took off his coat and covered her up.
Like putting a handkerchief before Charlize sits somewhere. There was the only contact between the skin and the skin that didn't touch.
'It's not an illusion.'
As Charlize guessed, Dylan was careful of her.
After having s*x, Dylan had a hard time facing Charlize properly.
T/N: Maybe some of you are confused. In Dylan's dream (chapter. 28) he is in a "relationship" with Charlize. The explicit content is also doing "that" part.
Charlize, who was provocative in his dreams, and Charlize, who tilts her head before his eyes, are different.
It's not reality, it's Dylan's memory. Nevertheless, it was difficult to look at Charlize properly.
There was a sense of guilt as much as shame.
Excessively vivid. The softness of the skin, or the soft touch, kept coming to mind and giving extreme pleasure.
'You need to wake up…'
Dylan bit his mouth unnoticed. He woke up earlier than anyone this morning.
He stood to dress up with more effort than usual. To stand by Charlize's side. He had to stand out for his Master.
It was different from the past when he tried to be buried without a presence. Dylan was now, a brilliant blazing sun.
Charlize looked at Dylan with fresh eyes. Even though she was familiar during the day, it feels like it was strange.
"…"
The black hair of the black-hearted Crown Prince.
His hands, which are neatly gathered with contrasting white skin, are calm.
But Charlize knew.
Under that calm looking appearance. How strong and dangerous beasts are lurking.
"…Your Highness?"
When Charlize asked, Dylan finally raised his head. He blushed to the tip of his ears.
Is it because of a sense of shame? Charlize was so beautiful that it was hard for Dylan to control his breath.
"Yes, Master."
He was more nervous than the moment when he made his debut at the ball for the first time.
Dylan came forward. He took courage and reached out his hand to Charlize.
"I would like to have the honor of escorting the Lady. Would you give me permission?"
Except for the Emperor of the Empire, the only one who was treated with such a sincere treatment by the Crown Prince was Charlize, it was only her.
Charlize took Dylan's hand.
Even if it's the contact with gloves in between. The warm warmth was delivered enough.
Dylan's nape has stiffened.
"I am more honored, Your Highness."
Dylan closed his mouth and began escorting Charlize.
The knight's example for the Lady who originally chose to serve.
Certainly, there was something special between Dylan and Charlize.
Charlize was the knight who chose Dylan as the Lord, and Dylan was the knight who chose Charlize as the Lady.
The imperial ball is held in the Imperial Palace.
There was a carriage waiting in front of the Crown Prince's palace.
"Climb up, Master. I will ride a horse and follow you."
Usually, we ride a carriage together. And now, Dylan was saying he would ride a horse.
It was certain.
'Dylan is avoiding me.'
Why?
Charlize was wondering, and for now, she nodded.
"If it is Your Highness's will."
Dylan rode a horse, and Charlize rode a carriage.
The Imperial Palace is the same as the place where the ball is held anyway.
Even if it doesn't take too long to arrive, it's hot summer now.
The inside of the carriage with the cooling magic is much cooler. Is there any reason for Dylan obstinately to volunteer himself for the heat?
'As expected, was it an illusion?'
All of Dylan's strangeness that Charlize felt may have been an illusion.
'If it was just an illusion. That's a relief.'
Charlize doesn't have to try to keep her distance first.
It's a good thing.
The carriage stopped when her thoughts were sorted out.
"We've arrived, Master," said Dylan in front of the carriage.
The maid with whom she was riding opened the carriage door.
As if waiting to avoid the sun, another maid opened the parasol.
Charlize looked down at the red carpet from the carriage to the entrance to the ballroom.
"Thank you."
Charlize stepped down while holding Dylan's hand. She sees Dylan's eyes harden again. His cheeks quivering with strange nervousness.
The principle of entering together is. The Lady lightly grabs the partner's arm.
Charlize grabbed Dylan's arm, which showed he was nervous. Dylan guided her by courtesy.
'If it's not because of me.'
His nervousness is probably due to attending the ball.
Charlize treated Dylan with caution.
Before her return, Dylan didn't like the ball. Although positions make people. It's hard to change his original disposition.
"The next Sun of the Empire, His Highness the Crown Prince and Grandmaster are entering!"
The servant shouted his voice out.
The nobles stopped their conversation and looked at the entrance.
Everyone paid attention to Charlize and Dylan.
The person who has received the hottest attention recently. It was definitely Dylan. The sudden death of the Crown Prince. And Dylan, the 13th Prince, who was installed over empty seats.
People were very interested in the story behind the imperial family.
Although the conclusion always ended with Dylan being very good.
"Oh, my God."
"She's so beautiful."
But after seeing Dylan. Charlize, who was beside him, stood out much more.
She shines like a twinkling star and at the same time catches people in a splendid way.
In the ability of Charlize to discover such an outstanding Crown Prince. People were amazed.
"She looks really young to be called a Grandmaster…"
"She's really young. Because she's still 20."
"No matter how much the lineage of a prestigious family, I can feel something of a different class…"
Although the rumors of Charlize were still a wicked woman.
The nobles were bewitched by her atmosphere at the moment and praised her.
"She finally entered."
Dante murmured. Akan was nervous and sipped the wine. They were dressed in formal attire, waiting only for the ball day, and preparing gifts.
Kahu also heard the murmur and came out of the terrace.
He is the Young Duke. And he is still single.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince. His Majesty the Emperor is looking for you."
The attendant approached Dylan and whispered. Dylan asked Charlize for her understanding.
"I'll be right back, Master."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Even though he doesn't have to ask for permission. Dylan always prioritized Charlize.
Dylan left to accept the emperor's call, and Charlize was left alone.
However, no one was able to approach Charlize.
They only admire her from a distance. In fact, it was natural.
'Even when I left the bar and walked in the back alley, the gangsters looked at me and pretended not to know.'
No one had been arguing with Charlize.
People became unconsciously polite to Charlize. It was the same with the nobles, which is considered the most haughty group.
Charlize, who is hard to stay alone. She simply went to eat a buffet.
There was a lot of appetizing food.
"Lady, long time no see."
It was Kahu who talked to her.
There is still a subtle tension on his face after a long time.
Charlize looked at Kahu's outstretched hand for a long time. She refused the invitation because she didn't enjoy the ball.
However, even the emperor's own ball could not be rejected.
Charlize was a Grandmaster, and when she gets home, it affects Dylan, the Crown Prince.
"If you don't mind."
Kahu was chosen as the most prominent partner in marriage with Charlize.
The reason why he, who is so popular with the opposite sex as the Young Duke, still has no fiancée. Rumor has it that it is because he adores Charlize.
The people of the ball sneak up their eyes. As if it were an interesting gossip.
"…Will you allow me a chance to dance with the Lady?"
He bends his knees politely. It was an impeccable manner. It's not polite to reject the first dance request.
Until now, no other noblemen had been able to approach the aloof Charlize, so they had not requested.
But Kahu was different.
"…Gladly."
Charlize stood up holding Kahu's hand. The waltz was flowing out.
A light song with a quick tune.
As they stepped out to the center of the banquet hall, people's attention poured out. People paid attention to Charlize and Kahu.
"Oh my, they're really a perfect couple."
"They're having a marriage."
The noble ladies murmured, flapping their fans. From the second floor of the banquet hall, Dylan, who was next to the emperor, looked down at the ruckus noise.
There.
There was Charlize.
With her hands intertwined with Kahu.
She was so beautiful at a glance that they could feel that the maids decided and dressed up Charlize.
People were filled with admiration.
"…That's a wonderful dance move."
"She's as beautiful as a work of art."
Charlize was strangely different from her when she was dancing and when she was using a sword.
If she had chilly and pleasant energy when she was using a sword, now she is.
Like a female dancer trying to seduce the man of power, it was both drowsy and seductive. Is it because of the natural athletic ability? The dance is also excellent.
Dylan began to nervous about Kahu's hand wrapped around Charlize's waist.
"Everyone sees us, Lady."
Kahu lowered his head to Charlize.
"Isn't it everyone's eyes are on Your Grace, the Young Duke?"
"No way."
Charlize makes a full turn and is hugged by Kahu again. Her fiancée before the return whispered low.
"Everyone looking at the Lady."
"…"
Charlize felt strangely uncomfortable. She just wanted this time to end soon.
If only there was no etiquette of not being able to reject the first dance request. She wouldn't have had to dance with Kahu.
'Wait, why am I feeling uncomfortable?'
Charlize's gaze suddenly turned to the second floor. The dome-shaped banquet hall, Dylan was standing in the place where her gaze reached.
Dressed in the Crown Prince's robes. Her student.
"…"
Her heart pounded strangely. Charlize lowered her gaze. The song was continuing.
Someone's gaze sticking to her cheek is persistent.
"It was a good dance, young lady."
"Me too. It is an honor to be able to dance with Your Grace."
Charlize lifted the hem of her dress to salute him.
There is no reason to feel uncomfortable.
'However…'
Charlize rested for a while away from Kahu. Normally, the young noble lady dances her first dance with an escorted knight. Is that why it bothers her?
When he had finished his conversation with the emperor, Dylan came and stood in front of Charlize.
Charlize somehow became quiet.
"Master."
Seeing Dylan who doesn't care, she felt a little relieved.
However, the relief was only an instant.
In front of everyone. Dylan pulled and hugged Charlize's waist as if he wanted to show it off.
Charlize's eyes grew bigger. Dylan whispered in her ear. The exhaled breath. It was hot.
"Charlize."
He called her name for the first time.