Returning to the palace, Carl smiled faintly at the person who greeted him.
"Why do I find myself laughing more and more unpleasantly every time I see you?" Carl asked.
"Isn't it your mood rather than your laughter that's unpleasant?" Nero, dressed in a fancy uniform, frowned as if he had chewed sand at Carl's words.
But because there were so many eyes watching them, they couldn't chat any longer.
As a prince, Nero was given the task of returning the Emperor's flag on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, who was very busy.
After receiving the flag from Catherine, Carl got off his horse, walked up to Nero, and handed him the flag.
The cheeks of the courtier who was preparing his speech trembled at the action that still completely ignored the detailed procedures.
"You've grown taller again," Nero remarked.
"Haven't you gotten smaller, brother?"
"You cheeky bastard. Did you buy him a present?"
"Oh, I didn't buy a gift."
