Prince Topaz had never hated someone so much before.
Now though, as Vera's delicate hand was within reach, the half-elf prince had no choice but to turn his gaze to the man who had vocalized his opposition—
Viscount Colin Angler.
Upon hearing Colin's voice, a glimmer of vitality returned to Vera's pale face.
Her deep blue eyes focused resolutely on Colin, filled with hope and trepidation, yearning for her own redemption.
"Colin, why are you opposing this marriage?" Duke St. Hilde's voice was chillingly cold.
Colin stepped out from the crowd, approached Duke St. Hilde with calm and composed expression.
After showing respect with a bow, he replied determinedly, "My lord Duke, I have long admired Miss Vera, so I earnestly ask for a chance to fulfill this long-held desire."
Before Duke St. Hilde could respond to Colin's remark, Prince Topaz burst forth like a provoked wild cat:
"A duel then! Viscount Angler! Let us determine who is worthy to marry Miss Vera in a man's way!"
