Several days had passed since Blumer received the title of Marquis.
“Milord.” The guards at the gate of the Count’s manor saluted respectfully.
Wharton seemed to have not noticed the guards at all. Not glancing at the guards in the slightest, he headed directly into his manor. The two guards looked at each other.
“The Lord Count has been really out of it the past few days. Just now, he was lost in his own world again.”
“Right. In the past, he would always smile at us and even greet us. From the looks of it, that Blumer’s request in the palace to be allowed to marry the princess had a major impact on the Lord Count.”
The news of Blumer requesting the princess’ hand in marriage had already spread throughout the capital.
Many people in the imperial capital knew about the affairs of Wharton, Seventh Princess Nina, and Blumer. In the main streets and the little alleyways, in the hotels and the restaurants, this topic could often be heard discussed.
