"It was truly excellent that His Majesty chose Louis Charles Julius as the Prince of the Empire back then!"
The cheers from the crowd below roared continuously, shaking the entire ballroom.
At this mont, no one dared to utter the word "no".
Amidst this lively atmosphere, the orchestra began to play.
The magic spotlights flickered on the scene.
With the attention on Louis and Beatrice, the ball officially comnced.
In the sway of their dance steps, Beatrice softly said, "Louis."
"Hmm?"
"Are you afraid?"
"What do you an?"
"Are you afraid to stand by my side?"
"If I say I’m not afraid, that would be a bit untruthful..." Louis chuckled lightly and said, "Do you rember what I said when you and I went to the White Tower?"
Beatrice instinctively lowered her head.
She felt more bashful today than all her shyness combined over the past decade.
Louis held her hand tightly and said, "Should I repeat it? My fiancée, it is precisely this hand that brought out of hell."
This was no joke, no flattery.
Since he transmigrated and was reborn, his destiny had been bound tightly to Beatrice.
If he had been reborn earlier, he would have been a test subject at the White Tower.
Even if he had miraculously escaped the White Tower, he would still live a vagrant life.
If reborn later, after Beatrice’s death, it wouldn’t have been much better.
Entangled too deeply with Ense, even if he wanted to escape Ense, he would beco a piece of at other countries wanted to devour.
A Prince of the Empire must surely know so of the Empire’s secrets, right?
Yet even the legendary original owner ended up on the guillotine.
It is evident that a legendary status in the struggles at the Empire level is not as safe as imagined.
However, being reborn on the eve of the ennoblent allowed him to avoid the agony of experints and also offered a chance to change the future.
So his initial idea was simple: protect his greatest pillar of support, and he could rest easy without facing the fate of the guillotine.
But now, his purely cooperative relationship with Beatrice seed to increasingly change in nature.
Beatrice blinked and said:
"Listen to them talk about you."
...
"A match made in heaven."
"Did you see that couple in the corner?"
"Who are they?"
"You don’t know? They’re two legends invited by His Highness Louis, and they are also dragons."
"Hiss, dragons?"
"Dragons!"
"Did you see the clothing they’re wearing? It’s said to be the exclusive formal attire for humanoid Pure-blood Dragon Race from the Dragon Empire."
"No wonder I find His Highness Louis looking so exceptionally noble in it."
"Ha, I heard that in all of Ense, there’s only one comrce association that knows the standards and specifications of such clothing, and even the two legends ordered theirs from that association."
"Oh? Which association has such skills?"
"I think it’s called... Mayer?"
...
Beatrice said, half-angry and half-amused:
"Looks like things are going just as you wished, Mayer Comrce Association is going to beco popular."
Louis, with an unaffected face, said:
"It can’t be helped, with so many gold coins lying there, I always think if I can earn a bit more."
"After all, I am the embodint of [Greed]!"
Beatrice laughed and said, "You can take it a step further and make Mayer Comrce Association one of Prince Louis’s designated associations."
Louis blinked and said:
"You know, I’ve admired Mr. Mayer from Mayer Comrce Association for a long ti."
I, Mayer, am the top rchant.
Beatrice, with a serious face, said:
"You’re right, but my fiancé, the dance is about to end."
"Counting the ti, so people should be getting antsy, ready to make a move against Marquis York."
"They might not excel in assassination, but poisoning, well, that is their forte."
Louis whispered:
"Who are they?"
Beatrice calmly said: "Whoever is causing trouble today, that’s them."
A certain organization erged in Louis’s mind, and he laughed softly.
He hadn’t gotten around to settling accounts with them, yet they erged first.
If they want a fight, then bring it on!
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