Do Your Best and Regret

Chapter 86

Early morning at the Prince's Palace.

Count Hodges headed to the Prince's bedroom carrying two large pink velvet boxes. These two boxes that came from Marquis Ethel's residence a little while ago contained the Prince's formal clothes and shoes. A card sprinkled with sweet perfume was also attached to the large ribbon decoration on top of the box.

"I will finish preparing and enter the palace soon.

Your Maria."

The card content was the same as at any other banquet. It had been a long time since Maria Ethel entered the palace every day of the banquet, and then she dressed up with the Prince and accompanied him to the banquet. However, Count Hodges stopped for a moment. And he looked at the garden through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

There was unusually heavy dew last night. The water fog that had bloomed over the garden was slowly clearing, and the dreamy atmosphere was enough to make the garden mysterious. Definitely yesterday. It was an atmosphere that reminded him of Princess Madeleine, who was proud as the host of a banquet.

Count Hodges, who had been staring blankly at the garden as if fascinated, opened his eyes wide in the dim sunlight. Under the narrow sunlight, the blades of grass in the garden reflected and sparkled silver. Like the silver Tiase Palace. With a bitter smile on his face, Count Hodges walked back to the bedroom.

Last night, the Prince, who went out to the balcony, did not return to the banquet hall until the banquet was over. Rumors that the nobles seemed quite heartbroken over Princess Madeleine's rejection quickly covered the banquet hall. Thanks to this, the Prince was able to return to his bedroom only after all the nobles had left the palace.

As he approached the Prince's bedroom, the attendant at the door carefully opened the door. In a bedroom with little light coming in, Count Hodges familiarly approached the bed. Yesterday, the Prince drank strong alcohol even after entering the bedroom. No matter how strong the Prince is at drinking, he would have fallen asleep by now.

"Have you received any letters for me?"

A low voice was heard. Count Hodges, startled, looked back. The Prince, who rarely wakes up early the next day after being drunk, was sitting on the sofa. Count Hodges calmed his surprise and answered.

"Well, the ceremonial clothes came from the Lady of Ethel. As always, there is also a card announcing the entrance to the palace,"

"From Olivia?"

The Prince's voice through gritted teeth cut off Count Hodges' words. Normally, a response would have come quickly, but the silence became longer. Leopold turned his head and looked back at Count Hodges. To Leopold's eyes, accustomed to the dark, he could clearly see Count Hodges hesitating with a puzzled look on his face. It was truly a definite answer. It's so ridiculous.

At the same time, Leopold's heart relaxed, the calm voice that had been ringing in his head all night repeated.

"I'm sorry, but I hope you don't use nicknames when you call me from now on."

This made no sense. As the pitch-black night passed, Leopold persevered. At least, be thought that the Olivia he knew would at least provide an excuse or reason for this incident. In that case, this...

"It will end up like a bad dream."

Leopold muttered in a deep voice. Seething anger fiercely clawed at the inside of his neck, but Leopold couldn't even feel the pain. Yes, he thought, it could be dismissed as a nightmare. It's just a dream that disappears after he sleeps. Because it would be impossible for Olivia to pass him by, reject her nickname, and wear the same ring as someone else.