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After the Thanksgiving event, Isidor, who had gone down to the south for a while to look around the territory, returned to the capital after nearly a week.
'.…I want to see your face.'
"Hey cookies. You miss the princess too, don't you?"
Meow-.
While stroking the cookie that rolled hard at the wool, I thoughtlessly remembered the princess's face and as if through telepathy, a bird came up while biting a small letter.
He unfolded the paper and smiled softly.
[Do you have time today?]
Isidor quickly wrote a reply with a quill pen.
[I'll make it even if I don't have it]
After a while, a reply arrived.
[If you don't mind, I'll go to the townhouse of Duke Visconti]
'You're coming here?'
Isidor, who was planning a theater date in the Yones district, was startled by the sudden announcement of the princess's visit.
Come to think of it, it was the first time she had stopped by this townhouse.
'Last time, she came to the entrance and then came back.'
Isidor jumped up from his seat and quickly shook the bell string.
"Miguel."
"Yes, My Lord."
Miguel tensed at Isidore's more serious expression than ever.
"Prepare to welcome guests. He was the noblest person in the Empire, so it is incomparably more meticulous than the last time the Crown Prince visited. We also prepare a welcome bouquet of flowers. Do you understand?"
“No way… The Emperor’s Majesty, The Holy Father, is coming?”
"Where do you keep putting it? Princess Deborah is coming."
Strictly speaking, she was the embodiment of a saint who had the memory of the most loved being in the Empire. So he wasn't just a bean pod.
(As previously, "a bean pod" here refers to love is blind, the subject person's eyes are covered by a bead pod so the person can't see the situation logically.)
"....Ah, yes. I see."
However, Miguel, who did not know the inside story, struggled to hide his absurd feeling and left the office.
Isidor rushed into the dressing room, hastily shaking off his arms, which were scattered with cookie's fur.
After a while, he changed into his best outfit, put on gold-rimmed glasses and unbuttoned his shirt.
“How?"
Miguel had rotten eyes and opened his mouth.
"If you want to express the appearance of an intelligent duke who greets the guest after being absorbed in work all day, it would be a success. It's an amazing combination of sleeve cuffs and the best color."
"Have you ever signed a contract with the demon? I can't feel the soul in your recent words……"
While Miguel was deeply concerned about the difference between a demon employer and a demon, they were informed that the Seymour carriage had arrived at the townhouse of Visconti.
