It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

"Altostella Lindsey Rufus"

Shaped lips move slowly.

As if in slow motion, loosely and palefully it was told.

Though I felt that way, maybe it's just me.

"You let me down. I will destroy your engagement."

He called my name and told me so. He is Ellein Waldorf von Natefiel, the second prince of the Kingdom of Natefiel.

He was my fiancée until recently.

The eyes of the amethyst shoot me through, freezing my righteous face cold.

Baroness Anna Roderai is the luxurious maid who leans perfectly against his people.

of my fiancée… no. I am the lover of my ex-fiancée.

For a moment I leaned down, pretending unaware that she had shown a distorted grin that looked down.

"Your Highness, may I ask why?

"You must know why the most.

These ladies confessed that all the despicable harassment of Miss Anna here was directed by you. "

The three ladies, who harden with their blue faces, even my most friendly ones, clung behind His Royal Highness's left and distracted themselves from me.

I firmly confirmed that one of them finally laughed off his face.

I knew they were up to something, but I don't know what to do anymore...

He managed to awaken his head, which was going to be extremely white, and looked over at a venue mixed with malice and curiosity.

Everyone is waiting for my next word, and His Highness's, without being slight.

To be honest, I've had a few conversations with Miss Anna, and only about greeting her, and I don't know why I have to do that to her in the first place, but I don't know what to do about that to Her Highness or Miss Anna.

True or not, no one here cares about that at the earliest opportunity.

"Okay. Your Highness.

I will take any punishment.

But nothing to do with my Duke Rufus house.

If it's going to come true, please give me a generous punishment.

"Oh, I'm being looked after by the Duke of Rufus. Let's remember.

"Thank you.

Then thank you very much for everything.

Please be happy. "

With a grin, I left the ballroom after a public courtesy that would probably be my last daughter in the Duke's house.

Whether my greeting sounded ironic or not, His Highness's glance had become a tremendous horror, but it doesn't matter anymore either.