The man took a narrow path and entered the garden of the Four seasons. The man, who was looking like he was the first one to come, found someone and ran quickly. In the direction the man was going, there was a brown-haired man in a unique knight's livery. The livery and gorgeous lace on the livery were common in the play, but the man hugged the brown-haired man as if to mark that my article was right. A pale smile rose on Olivia's mouth as she watched him disappear.
"Sally. Now let's go."
"Yes. Lady."
Olivia walked back the way she came. Sally was always impressed by the man's appearance.
"And then the man. You didn't even reveal your name. You said you were giving a precious gift to the lady."
"I'll never meet you again anyway. What."
"Yes. Who knows how, if we meet again, we'll bring you a truly precious gift."
Olivia's silver hair sparkled beautifully as the sun rose. Someone who looked back involuntarily blinked and stared at her as if she could not believe her hair was shining. The more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more you see, the more The eyes of those who recognized Olivia grew larger. Olivia walked gracefully. The pouring gaze was multi-pronged. Cold eyes and curious young eyes, or poking like needles.
"... That lady is 'that' princess?"
"Yeah. It's a very nice thing to look at, and it's a pol pol pol pol pol pol pol pol pol."
Dirty glances staring at me. A few years ago, I panicked and dared to turn around! Sally, who shouted, now followed Olivia in a conscious attitude. I wanted to adapt. A noble princess and the fiancée of the Prince who was promised the position of Crown Prince. At the same time, people who climb on the chopping block for several years. That was me. Olivia Madeline. Olivia looked at the falling sunlight. I thought I should go to the bookstore next time. . . . Madeleinega's carriage started slowly. The people who had put their backs to the end of the carriage were naturally scattered. In the garden alley of the Four Seasons, back to their lively routine, the two men stood still. Winster Calter, dressed in a lace livery, looked down at my clothes with a rough sweep of brown hair. Lace in a knight's suit! There were no clowns apart. Winster looked beside him with resentful eyes. But instead of pointing out that my superior was as insolent as usual, he was staring at the wagon, which was moving away like a dot. When he saw the look, Winster was appalled, forgetting to complain about the knight's suit. Oh my god. If I didn't see it wrong, the look on the sergeant's face was longing. I'm longing for the victor of the battlefield, the grim lord of the North, Grand Duke Edwin Vikander Lowell, who led me to victory in every war I fought! It's been more than five years since we fought the battlefield together, but I've never seen an Archduke face like that. I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the only one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to It's also towards the daughter of the Duke of Madelaine, the head of the hateful Imperial faction. My back was creepy. Winster said carefully.
"Your majesty. Do you know anyone else in Madeleinega?"
The Archduke said nothing. Winster rolled his head taut. It's already been 10 years since the Grand Duke rolled the battlefield because of the bastard Emperor. It was obvious that there would be no contact with the Princess Madelaine, who would have grown up in the islands. I don't know if it's through Madelein's second Confucius Jade Madelein's sub-commander on the battlefield. Winster shook his head. It was a ridiculous idea. Winster knew well about Jade Madelaine, the craziness of ignoring the order to retreat and rushing. It's ridiculous that he introduces his sister, who bumps into the Grand Duke every time. His ability to be a ball was his own, but his fiery temper could not be broken unless he was an archduke. If it hadn't been for the knights of the Imperial Palace, they would have driven it out. Winster grinned at it. Then the new archduke pressed his robe and swiped toward Winster. A white, sharp jawline glanced down the robe.
"... Winster."
A low, elegant man's voice fell. In an overbearing voice, as if pressing a person, Winster immediately rose to his position without knowing.
"Yes."
"... I don't want to go to the Imperial Palace."
"Yes?"
"When I went anyway, I would only say "Turn the ball," or " take an oath." Why don't the emperor die?"
"Great, no muppet!!!"
When the man spoke in a stunning voice, Winster cried out in a voice that was incoherent. At a loud sound, some of the passers-by shouted at Winster. But what mattered to Winster was not the eyes of others. My heart couldn't beat and it seemed to burst outside my chest. Oh, my god, if you're packed with people from Vikander, you don't know that many of these people leave the Emperor and say that. Or not, the archduke said in a low voice without a shake.
"It's polite, Winster. I'm not sure if I'm going to be the only one who is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going This is why Bethany would hit the lord if she saw him."
The Grand Duke shook his head. Winster was chagrined.
"The muppet. Please care for me a little. This is not a faction or an archduke. I'm a butler, I'm not a normal person, so I might be fine, but I'm a very flat, bum, one person."
"An ordinary person? Why don't you drink?"
At that, Winster clenched his neck. When I drank, I remembered that I was swearing at the emperor in the lead-up.
"I'm not the only one, I'm the chef, and I'm the all-in-one."
Hyped. The archduke snorted. Winster quickly changed his position.
"... You don't want to go thinking about it."
"But not as much as it used to be."
"Sure. Now we're all ready. How durable the archduke became. If only your majesty's white crystal mines are returned, anything will be done as your majesty wishes."
"Yes," said Winster, with a firm face. The Grand Duke's smiling face grazed down the robe. As he faced him, Winster was thrilled to recall the thriving Grand Duke at the end of the hard day, and the Grand Duke re-caught sight of the place where the carriage had disappeared. A sense of anticipation flashed over the red eyes. As if promising the day to meet again soon. * * *
"Did you come. Lady."
"Yeah. What's wrong with me while I'm not there?"
Olivia said, as if the butler waited.
"Yes. A little while ago, flowers and cards came from the Imperial Palace. As always, I put it in the lady's room."
"Thank you."
On the day he broke his promise, Leopold sent him a bouquet, but it was the first time he had come on the day. I can't wait to see you with Maria Ethel earlier.
"Did his Highness send flowers today? Lady, you told me to come early for flowers!"
Sally laughed, jumped up the stairs and opened the door. As he entered the room, the butler said. On the table was a bouquet. Unlike the usual colorful bouquet, the flower was a small purple flower.
"That flower."
Sally pretended to know. Olivia nodded as if she were right. It was the same flower that I received a year ago from a relative of the letter in the mailbox, the Knight. How did this same flower come? Olivia looked at the bouquet. In the bouquet was a card that had come with it a few weeks earlier. What do you say today? It's an explanation of the situation today, as it always has been. Olivia's eyes grew larger as she opened the card, pressing forward. - It would be nice for a princess to know the words of this flower. I don't know, so I'll write it down together. The flower of this flower says,'The end of my heart is unto thee.' Not expect next Monday. The phrase on the card seemed to sound in Leopold's tone. It was the first time. Leopold's card trying to free my mind, not as an excuse for a situation that didn't come out. As I read the card several times, the hard core melted like snow. My mouth kept rising and my eyes bent like a crescent moon.
Sally said a word as if to tease.
"What else did you send me today, so I got flowers on her face?"
My face was really reminded in the mirror as I looked at it. Olivia smiled.
"Your highness gave me the words of the flowers."
"Flowers? That flower says, "I will send my victory to you," right?"
Sally said, recalling her stuttering memories. Olivia had read the flower words in the article's letter. Olivia laughed instead of answering. This purple flower was a different flower from what I originally knew. The flower words, "The end of my heart is unto thee," as Leopold informed me, were touching. Yeah. The Leopold I knew was such a man. The sweet man who saved me from trouble in that young day. A man who cares for himself, who is still hurt, and sends flowers to look at the flowers. Olivia brought her nose to the bouquet. A soft flower came up. In a melting mood, Olivia gave a reason for Leopold's actions that made me shabby. Now that Leopold is breaking his promise to me, and that he is with Maria Ethel, not me, he has everything to do with him. I'm angry that I have to split up with my lover. Or because of my disgrace as a half-sister, you can't love me yet. If this whole situation walks, Leopold will love me. I'm still trying my best to do that. Olivia comforted herself and opened a desk drawer. Six cards were seen inside the drawer. Olivia put a new card on it. When I saw the cards piled up, I saw the promises that were not kept, but Olivia turned away. Bouquet and Cardro looked down at the bouquet again, pressing the unwonted lonesome. It's not important to promise that you've passed. This is how important it is to take care of me. One day, everything will be fine. If I did my best, one day I would really look at Leopold. Olivia smiled and touched the flowers. Sally said, looking wistfully at him.
"Indeed, lady. Dinner is ready. You'll check right away, right?"
* * * There were usually only three people at the dinner of the Duke of Madelaine. Conrad, Olivia, and Ezella. Ezella, who was eating salad with a pointed face, eventually put down her fork.
"Brother, I really ate it all. The end!"
"You haven't eaten half of it yet?"
Konrad glances at Esela's plate. As if she hadn't touched the fine steak, Ecella said, eating ganishi.
"Did you really eat it all? When you prepare your original debutante, you only need to eat this much."
"... A letter came to Jade at dawn, and you don't want to see it, do you?"
At Konrad's words, like an ultimatum, Ezella opened her eyes. Konrad smiled and glanced at Ezella's plate. Ecella hastily cut a salmon steak that she had hardly touched and began to eat.
"Brother, the steak is really delicious today. So you're going to give me a letter, right?"
Konrad smiled and nodded affectionately at the flimsy smoke. As soon as she received the answer, Ezella looked at Conrad without hate.
"Really, Brother. How long we've been waiting for news of Jade's brother. That's right. Sister."
Olivia nodded, unaware, as she suddenly entered. Conrad frowned. I was late, oops, but I couldn't help it. It's been a long time since Jade's news. Jade Madelaine, Deputy leader of the 3rd Knights of the Imperial Palace. Jade, a great knight, had never been seen since she left the Southern border a year and a half ago to volunteer for the war against Heferti. The other knights are promoted, vacationing, and returning well, and Jade only occasionally sends news in letters to and from. This time, a letter came to me. Olivia said, trembling.
"Me, Brother. Can I go get a letter?"
"... Well. Did you have a letter to receive separately?"
"Yes?"
On the bony horse, Olivia seemed to have to swallow her breath somehow. Conrad bent his eyes as if joking. But the eyes in the thin folded eyes were cold.
"Unfortunately, not this time. I don't have a letter from you."
"... You're busy."
Olivia replied unreservedly. He shrugged his shoulders toward Ezella as if it were no big deal. Konrad's eyebrows rose sharply, but this was fine. Esella, rolling her eyes in an awkward atmosphere, began to get angry with Tina.
"Aani! The real Jade Brother. When you come, I'll say something very much. If you're really hurt your arm, you can't see it. Everyone. Okay?"
Understandably, no one answered. Ezella hurriedly turned the topic.
"Indeed, sister! Please talk to your sister Debutante. You were perfect to prepare your sister's debut!"
Perfect Debutante. I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the only one who's going to be able to do that. Olivia jostled into it. My debutante was more of a mess.