“Hirden.”

“Yes?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to see Abella and I match in clothing?”

“Ah....”

Hirden stared at Arsene as if he were sorry.

“Are you still thinking about it?”

“Then?”

“....Why don’t you write a letter to Lady Abella about what you’re thinking about?”

It was a very realistic and appropriate piece of advice. Arsene’s face brightened at once. Hirden was right.

“....because you’re unsure of what to do. If you show that you like the idea so much....”

At Hirden’s words, Arsene quickly cleared his face.

“I’m not happy at all.”

“Oh, yes.”

Hirden pretended not to hear. No matter what he said, Arsene dipped the quill on the desk into the inkwell. It was to convey his words to Abella.

If Abella had already decided on her outfit, it was possible to ask the same boutique to make Arsene’s outfit.

If Abella allowed it.

Arsene rubbed his burning earlobe unconsciously.

If they were under normal circumstances, this would have been absolutely natural, especially between engaged people.

But, not Abella and Arsene.

He hoped that Abella would not refuse this invitation.

If he took Abella’s hand and attended a social party, people would no longer question Abella’s engagement with Arsene anymore.

Arsene created legitimate reasons for making this offer to Abella.

Everything was for each other.

Of course, that did not mean that he fully understood Abella, who left Arsene. The two were forever different, so he would never understand. However, he could try to understand a little bit.

Now he was trying to understand what Abella needed.

What Abella needed was to protect her position and maybe Arsene’s personal greed.

Arsene marked the end of the letter to Abella.

“Send this to Abella in Amerigo”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

It should have been like this earlier.

*

The news that Abella was holding a birthday banquet for Simon naturally reached the emperor.

It was because Cade had his ears and eyes attached to Abella, just like someone else. It was to prepare Abella for any possible danger.

It was the emperor’s sincerity that no one believed.

Abella did not invite the emperor to Simon’s birthday banquet.

‘Tch.’

It was quite regrettable.

Cade rubbed his chin. He knew that Abella’s memories had been messed up ever since that day seven years ago, but even Cade couldn’t stop this feeling of disappointment.

Cade sighed lightly and then swept his head.

Arsene would probably be there as the fiancé of Abella, dressed in matching outfits.

He would stand proudly by Abella’s side.

Wherever she went, he would follow like a puppy.

Like a dog that listened well.

Additionally, he would converse with Abella with a smile and often escorted her while her hands were on the back of his arm....

Crack–

The secretary raised her head. Burke’s gaze reached the emperor’s quill, which had completely bent. It was definitely made of the hardest material, but it was crushed like a piece of paper.

Blood was dripping from the emperor’s palm, which was stabbed by the bent part.

“Yo–Your Majesty?”

Cade looked at his palm with an indifferent face.

“Why did you do that?!”

“That’s it. Why do I feel so dirty as if I’m stuck in a gutter?”

“What? First of all, I’m going to call a physician. We should disinfect and bandage it right away.”

Cade threw what was in his hand onto the desk while Burke screamed and called the attendant.

His mood continued to worsen despite the intense pain caused by the fragments of the quill in his palm.

Despite the incident seven years ago, Arsene Sirius still stood by Abella as if nothing had happened..

Hiding his insides that were as vague as the Timur mist.

Cade clenched his teeth.

His heart swelled as if it would burst. It was jealousy. And also anger.

Cade looked down at his palm with his gleaming glassy eyes.

“Abella...”

He should prepare a dress for her. The imperial tailors created the best dresses.

If rumors spread that the emperor supported Abella as the head of Amerigo, Abella would be pleased with it right?

He should send an imperial tailor to take her measurements....

They wouldn’t make Arsene’s outfits....

He felt a little better.

Just a little.

Like an ant’s nails.