Linon was in a state of pride.
The Grand Duchess was invited to the Duchess of Polvas’ tea party. Naturally the Grand Duke said he would escort her.
Seria was really impressed that she could even understand the social trends of the capital. She has been doing a lot of planning lately.
And so Lesche followed Seria to the Polvas residence. They had to visit the imperial temple soon anyway.
However, Seria noticed something funny.
She as the Grand Duchess was wearing a blue dress, and the Grand Duke wore a matching blue suit.
It was common for husbands and wives and couples to match their dress codes, but it was for large banquets.
At such a small tea party, of course, the host and the participants were all of the leading members of the Glick Empire.
Still, it was a small tea party.
‘I look like a weirdo.’
It was all about escorting Seria and bringing her back.
‘You’ve really changed, haven’t you?’ (Lesche’s thoughts about Seria)
Anyway, Seria looked happy. And indeed, she felt good.
“Welcome to Polvas, Grand Duchess and Grand Duke.”
“Welcome. The plain of Polvas extends a hearty welcome to you both.”
The Duchess of Polvas, Marlesana, was by Duke Polvas’ side. Considering Berg’s powerful position and influence, it was a natural hospitality.
Duke Polvas had a quiet impression. In fact, he was actually quiet. And when others looked at it, it seemed that he was not interested in his wife and would not give much love to his family.
But Seria knew.
That man, she had read about him in the original story.
He never remarried after his wife’s early death. He rarely went out in social circles, but every once in a while, when there was an imperial banquet that he had to attend, he would.
He appeared wearing only an outrageous pink suit.
The reaction from the social circles was not favorable. Everyone whispered, “Why? What’s wrong with him?” Lina, however, was different. She felt a great deal of curiosity about the conspicuously dressed Duke Polvas, and approached him later because she had to get acquainted with him on the mining issue.
That was what he wore to mourn his dead wife.
Because his wife, the Duchess, had a rare pink hair.
Knowing this, Duke Polvas looked at his wife a little differently.
She could see that Marlesana treated Duke Polvas with no difficulty at all.
He was a man who listened to his wife.
Seria said quietly to Lesche.
“Lesche, that duke is a good man.”
Lesche looked carefully at Duke Polvas.
“What do you like about him?”
“He listens to his wife and he’s gentle. He seems to be an unexpectedly faithful man in that aspect.”
“Did they get married by love?”
“Hmmm, I remember it was a political marriage.”
“Is that so? That’s strange. Isn’t that unusual?”
