"... my–"
"Crown Prince, may I have a moment to speak with you."
"... Yes. Certainly, Your Grace."
Giving a glance to the woman he was about to call for, Zeleskiaz agreed to Orland's demand.
"Excuse us, sweetie."
'Huh? Oh... Okay...'
Waking from the chaotic critique she was giving to Theressa, Marianne nodded slightly bewildered since her mind was going into deep wanderings.
"This way."
"..."
'...tsk.'
Looking at how the Duke guided the Prince away, she had blank thoughts for a second. Yet the ingenious works of her playful mind quickly lifted her pondering mood with cheeky remarks.
'Just look at them, Anne... Going away to talk in secret... Do they not know we like gossip? They should share the good stuff~ We are the best option to keep it secret anyway~ fufufu~'
