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"Your Grace, I shall go back this moment. I do not want to intrude any further."
"... It is no intrusion. We are to meet later. Enjoy the Festival, Young Clemente."
"My appreciation, Your grace. Young Lady." — Giving reverence to both the Duke and Theressa, the second male lead turned again to me, also dedicating it to me the although he had already asked my hand in farewell, as unbefiting as it appeared.
'He must have made the effort... He seems to still have trouble with touch.'
I nodded to him, wishing to not appear unpolite while I thought of this and it was as I did this that the voice of the Emperor joined the farewells along the Crown Prince.
"My, Duke Noverrne, are you going back this soon?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. It is a family moment I do not wish to continue intruding on. I shall meet the Ninth at a later time."
"I see."
