How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

"An alien has emerged?

The morning meeting was finally over, and Emilio, who was returning to the office and trying to catch his breath, got a report from Leonardo, who was close to beauty, and fell on the desk.

"They were wandering through the sea of trees. It's now protected by Valeria the Witch of the Tree Sea."

"Why is this happening one after another..."

While lying facedown, he flipped the documents stacked on his desk during the meeting and sighed.

Listening to the name of Valeria, I remember the encounter the other day. After that, I don't hear anything from Beatrice in particular, but I think that the comrade I met that day will be a disaster of breath.

I have some girl's brother in front of me, but may I ask what's going on? No, I thought it might be a good idea to think about the other day about this beautiful man who won't stop loving his sister, but I'll ask him.

"By the way, Leo. Well, what's up, Miss Miriam?

Suddenly asked about the status of her beloved sister, Leonardo turned to Emilio with a strange gaze.

After a frozen gaze from a man called Elf's Beauty, Emilio thought that he could not interact with the comrades he had finally found.

(Why don't we wait until Miriam is invited to the witches' tea party and invite her to tea? No, but you're not my fiancée, and it's strange to call me to the castle...)

"I started wearing bright colored dresses from that day on."

Huh?

"Miriam. You want to know what's going on?

When I met her at Beatrice's mansion, she wore a mint green dress for the early summer.

It suited her slightly petite and white, and Emilio fully agreed with her brother, who said he was like a fairy.

However, that costume was unusual, and until then, according to my sources, she had settled down for her age and preferred dresses of flat (...) taste (...) colour and shape.

Always surrounded by beautiful families in plain costumes, the lady blended into her surroundings like part of the painting's background.

She seemed to disapprove of herself for saying that she was a poor girl with a very cute outfit.

Since debating in the social world, the tendency had intensified, and her family had been devastated by the way they always pulled a step back. There was always someone around, but from a third-party point of view, it was counterproductive.

I think my family is better, and the more I take them out to tea parties and night parties, the more I hear the voices around me. Make them recognize the difference between themselves.

(Must have been tough before)

Emilio had a slight chest injury when she remembered her smile that day, saying, "Same."

"Would you like some tea next time? And Leo, come with me."

When I realized it, I was inviting myself to the tea that I should have rejected earlier. Leonardo sighs and glances at the large amount of documents stacked on the desk.

"I can't believe I can think of anything extra while I have this much work. That's a lot of room. Prince Emilio."

Amethyst sharp eyes penetrate Emilio cold.

"Ugh! I'm trying to get my hands on this now..."

"The First Prince in the middle of finding his fiancée invites a noble lady to set up a tea seat in the castle. Think carefully about how your neighbors accept this meaning. Not to mention the Marquises of Caparoni, the oldest of the kingdoms that continue beyond statehood. The territory with the main points of transportation and trade is vast, and there is no comparable family line behind Prince Wang. You didn't think Miriam was your fiancée the other day, did you? Difficult comrade? Was he?

Leonardo's words were the best. Given Emilio's current situation, he would call to the castle and invite his brother to the tea table even though he was present, and the fiancée candidate and the surrounding people would think. Sometimes no relationship has been successful so far, and the surroundings are starting to get a little impatient. If they know, they might try to put it all together.

(I hope that's all, but if you look at the recent Second Prince movement here, it's not necessarily safe...)

In the kingdom of Irvilière Valley, only the King has a concubine.

The current king has one side concubine besides the right-hand one, but the right-hand concubine is from the Earl's family. Slightly underprivileged, but unusual was a romantic marriage to the king. In contrast, the concubine, who was married as a backer, was from the Duke's family. Although it was a complete political wedding, the concubine admired the king, and respected and cherished both the king and the concubine.

The difference in the identities of the two concubines was later tragic.

The First Prince Emilio is the son of the righteous queen.

One younger second prince, Ivan, is the son of the concubine.

The two princes, who were nearer in age, were compared from their childhood. Knowledge, swordsmanship, manners, the ability to work, the selection of people close to him, and everything else were the subject of comparison, but since Emilio was somewhat superior and the eldest son and the son of the righteous queen, the next king was naturally supposed to be Emilio.

However, some aristocrats said that the son of the concubine from the Duke was more worthy as the next king than the son of the righteous queen from the Country.

The voice grew from year to year, and now the First Prince, the Second Prince and Congress were split in two.

The prince's brothers and sisters were not so bad, but now they can no longer stand up and interact.

And there were recent reports of suspicious movements around Second Prince Ivan. If there were rumours that they had come into contact with a bad group, that they were buying suspicious medicine, or that none of the rumours had come out, but that an engagement had been made with a housemaid who could serve as a backbone, something might come up whether that was true or not.

You can't get Miss Miriam into this by mistake.

Emilio thinks about his current situation and drops his shoulders, looking at it, Leonardo looks up to heaven thinking about something while holding his chin down.

"It is not recommended to call a castle, but if it is not strange to call a parent (...) friend (...) and (...) come to the (...) residence of a friend (...) person (...), it is not strange.

Emilio glanced at the unexpected proposal.

"Are you sure?!

"Once you've cleared this paperwork."

Emilio quickly corrected his posture and grabbed the pen.