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

"When I get back to the castle, I'll report to His Majesty, and I'll see Caparoni tomorrow for your engagement."

"Ha, yes..."

Emilio, smiling in the carriage on her way home, naturally sat next to Miriam and turned his hand around his thin waist.

Though his thoughts were shared, Miriam, who had just realized his feelings, had just blushed his face at a close distance.

"Then why don't you go out to the city next time?

"Huh? To the city?

"There's somewhere I'd love to take you."

Miriam also smiled at Emilio, who smiled and nodded. As he could no longer suppress his joy, Emilio gently slapped Miriam's forehead and cherished Miriam's with one free hand.

"You're already at the Caparoni Mansion. I'm sorry."

"Thank you for sending it."

"I want you to like me. Never mind."

"Well... I already admire it."

That's how Emilio bent over to Miriam, who dyed her cheeks red.

At that time, the carriage stopped and the door was opened violently.

And between Miriam and Emilio's face, a soft hand entered, and Emilio, who had too much momentum, pushed into his hand without stopping.

"Ouch!

Emilio, who hit his face into the intruder's hand, rubbed his nose and looked up, his dazzling golden hair and his long eyes of purple crystal staring at us.

"Would you refrain from excessive contact before marriage? I mean, I'm not even engaged. My First Prince."

The proximity of beauty lifted her beloved younger sister and stepped out of the carriage.

"Miss Miriam! I will contact you about (...) bundles (...)!

Miriam smiled and waved his hand to Emilio.

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Upon returning from a tea party at the Count's house on the far side of the Caparoni family, Alessia dresses herself in a simple dress for her home in her room and asks her to bring her maid tea, sitting on her favorite chair by the window.

"Phew, it's been a long time since the tea party, so you're tired. We have to get back to the pace... oh?

I noticed something stuck in the window and took it gently.

It was a letter to Alessia in a small envelope.

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Don't push me.

You have a very nice smile.

You don't have to smile. You do.

G

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"... G?

It was a very short letter spelled out in beautiful flowing letters. The sender only wrote “G”.

When did it get pinched? The maid came back with tea when she was confused about what she had done with the letter, which was not there when she took a breath in the morning.

Miss Alessia, I brought you some tea.

"Thank you. I'll take care of the rest myself. Stand back."

As I lowered the maid, I opened the letter again and looked through.

"G... Jill...? I can't believe this is happening."

I remember the man who kidnapped me a few weeks ago. I don't suppose you'd come into the Caparoni house in broad daylight to send this short letter? No, Alessia put the little letter in the drawer, even though she didn't think it was possible.