Inwardly some of the ladies blushed, even as simple the words were from the usually dangerous Crown Prince. The mysterious manliness mixed this time with kind gentlemanliness caused them to shy away slightly, acting charming while silent and some others giggled… meanwhile his purplish hues gazed at the fair Ninth, who without taking her eyes away, lightly lifted her corners... once again as if an accomplice… feeling as though the words told to every woman present, were for her… Correct while thinking so.
'Heh… how weird…' — Glad by the sensation, she chuckled, slightly fiddling with her own proper hands delicately placed over her skirt… Standing straight and beauteous. Wondering why she could feel so confident about each of his actions being dedicated to her... And yet not doubting it even if unconfirmed.
"… Goodness. The Crown Prince is flattering us."
"A sight he says, fufufu~"
"…"
