him, the fierce-looking scar-faced man replied while scratching his face.

‘Secret Intelligence Department.’

Thales frowned.

But he realized something else that was off.

The scar-faced man in front of him...

His voice, sounded different?

Noticing the prince’s gaze, the scar-faced man grinned and started to peel off the skin from his face.

Thales gaped.

“Long time no see, Your Highness.”

The person before him threw the scar-face disguise away, lowered his head, rubbed his eyes and greeted Thales in a relaxed and mischievous voice, “How have you been?”

Thales was stunned.

It was him.

“You don’t look too happy. What happened...”

In the carriage, his old acquaintance, the Barren Bone man, Raphael Lindbergh opened his dark red eyes and stared directly at Thales. “Were you dumped by your girlfriend?”

Thales’ expression froze.

“Raphael.”

The prince, who was not in a good mood in the first place, leaned backwards.

“If you spout another word of nonsense...”

The Duke of Star Lake stared at the roof of the carriage and said expressionlessly, “I’ll ask the honorable Miss Miranda for her hand in marriage.”

Raphael’s face sank.

So the carriage became completely silent.

And no one spoke along the way.