The fancy restaurant behind the House of Lords was bustling with members of the House of Lords having lunch after their last meeting before the year-end recess. At one table in the middle of the room, the Archduke and the Count sat across from each other.
Leon thought that the one who had chosen the time and place where so many nobles would be watching for the gathering of the two families must have been the Archduke Yakdiyak.
"Count, when did you say your film would be released?"
In what way was that my movie? Leon replied blandly.
"I don't know about that. I think you can just look at the posters on the street."
"The Count is so busy that he doesn't have time to worry about such trivial things."
The mother sitting next to me laughed and chimed in.
"The opening will be on Christmas Eve."
"Oh, there are two weeks left."
"Isn't that day also the third anniversary of the Count becoming the hero who saved the kingdom? You heard from Rosaline that there's a preview at Prescott tomorrow, right?"
The Archduke nodded, his face dimly showing signs of embarrassment. The more the mother kept her mouth shut, the more the topic strayed from the author's purpose in mentioning the movie.
"So Rosalind and my family got to see each other two weeks earlier."
Although it may have been intentional, Mother spoke of the Archduchess and the Winstons in front of the Archduke, as if to make it clear that the Archduchess was not family. Leon cast his eyes at Jerome, who was sitting next to the Archduchess at the round table. When he saw the look of discontent on his face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"I sincerely hope it will be a success."
"thank you."
"To become the head of parliament, relationships with the House of Lords and the royal family are important, but these days, public recognition and reputation cannot be ignored either."
Finally, the Archduke revealed his intentions.
Count Leon Winston is aiming to become the youngest ever Prime Minister.
This was the rumor that circulated in royal and aristocratic circles. It was a rumor that sprouted as he appeared frequently in the press.
It was a funny story for Leon. He didn't want that and it couldn't happen. The king, who had the power to appoint, still kept Leon in check for avenging his family.
He thought that the sprout of a rumor would soon wither and die. However, he was perplexed when the members of his own party, especially the Grand Duke, tried to nurture the sprout and make it a fact.
"Isn't there any better way to shake the ignorant public sentiment than through movies?"
"Yes, that's right."
When the Grand Duke again threw his weight behind him, his mother, who was full of expectations that her son would become the youngest Prime Minister in history, responded enthusiastically. When she returned to the town house, she would probably catch him and ask why he was not showing any enthusiasm for the position.
But Leon knew better. Even if I were to become Prime Minister, I would be a puppet king to the old people. Just like Little Jimmy.
The mother, who could not have known such a thing, continued to listen to the Archduke with sparkling eyes. However, once the Archduke began to talk about marriage, she kept her mouth shut.
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