At first, the power outage in the hall and the sudden fainting of Minister Dulfo did not seem to affect everyone's mood.

Amadeus' music is infectious and emotional.

Everyone ate happily and danced enthusiastically.

The banquet ended relatively smoothly. There were no further incidents.

Bella, Anna, and Elena prepare to go back to their rooms to rest.

Schönbrunn Palace is ridiculously large, and it is only a few minutes away from the main hall to the guest room where they are staying.

As soon as she returned to the room, Bella's keen instinct spotted an uninvited guest in the room.

Elena warily pulled out her wand and Bella turned on the chandelier that illuminated her.

A petite girl appeared in front of her.

"Are you ......" Bella looked at the familiar young girl in front of her, "Princess Mary?"

Had it not been for a hurried meeting at the opera house in the afternoon, Bella would have had a hard time believing that this girl was Marie Antoinette, the princess of Austria.

Although she grew up in the royal family, she has no ladylike temperament at all.

It's not so much that the style doesn't match, but rather that it's a child who hasn't grown up at all.

Although in appearance, he is also fourteen or fifteen years old, but his behavior is quite reckless.

Regardless of whether she sneaked into the guest's room without permission, or the curtsy she performed when she first met Bella, it didn't seem like the result of an orthodox education.

It seems that the youngest daughter of every family is always the easiest to be the one who is pampered.

At this moment, Bella is even a little sympathetic to the French royal family.

What would it be like for such a girl to become the mother of the nation in the future?

"So," said Elena, "what is the noble duty of Her Highness the Princess?"

Bella made a few cups of black tea and brought them up.

"I...... Forehead...... This palace heard that you are brothers...... He is a friend of Brother Wang, so he ...... Well...... So come and pay a visit." Mary slurred, seemingly unaccustomed to the official wording.

Bella and Elena couldn't help but frown, feeling very tricky.

"Hey, you just need to talk normally." Elena felt her ears tired, "This is not a formal occasion."

"You're my brother's friends, aren't you?" Mary returned to her normal language.

"Barely count." Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally able to communicate normally.

"May I ask who is my brother's sweetheart?"

Poof——!

Elena almost squirted black tea all over the floor.

Why is this little girl so unscrupulous as soon as she speaks?

"No one!" Elena said in a fierce voice.

"Huh? Really?" Mary blinked, "Strange, is my brother so brainless?"

"Why do you say that about him?" Elena asked, "Although I agree with you."

But to use Elena's words, all men are dead-headed.

"Brother, he's trying to run away for a long time."

"Escape? Why do you want to run away?"

"My brother hated what his family had arranged for him, he said that he was born with a desire to live a free life, and he didn't have the consciousness to sacrifice everything for the sake of his family." Mary seemed to know her brother well.

"So, he mentioned earlier that he doesn't like to deal with politics, and that seems to be true?"

"My brother, in order to escape from his family, offered to go to the Theresian Peninsula for a banquet. I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to slip away, but in the end I couldn't succeed."

"Oh? And that kind of thing?" Elena was suddenly curious, "Why did you come back after that?"

"Because, I'm getting married." Mary said, feeling down, "My brother can't rest assured of me. If it weren't for me, he would be free."

「……」

I didn't expect Mr. Holder to be a sister control.

"Thank you, I've eaten ......," Mary politely declined Anna's offer.

So, Anna sat down on the couch and began to eat by herself.

"My brother doesn't want me to marry someone I've never met." Mary continued, "He said that a marriage without love is not happy."

How could that rough-and-grown man say such a thing?

This made Elena a little impressed by Holder.

"And what about you," Elena asked, "is the princess interested in someone?"

Mary was silent.

She herself doesn't know if it can be considered love.

"The boy you saw in the theater this afternoon is named Amadeus, right?" Elena continued.

"He's ...... My best friend." Mary replied.

"How good is it?"

"Very good, very good."

"Do you like her?"

"I...... I don't know." Mary pinched the lace edges of the cuffs with her small hands and replied resignedly.

"I heard that you've known each other since childhood?"

"Hmm."

"Can you tell me your story?"

Mary was silent for a moment, then took a sip of the black tea in her cup before she began to speak.

"I grew up in the palace." "When I was in Salzburg, I studied every day. Occasionally, someone would play with me, but it was just a simple way to deal with me. They said that the princess needed to master reading, writing, singing and dancing, and that marrying a royal nobleman in the future would become the honor of the family. Therefore, friends are superfluous and unnecessary."

Mary's voice was calm, as if she had lost her mood to these.

"Amadeus was my first friend." Mary continued, "And my only friend. He was about the same age as me, a year younger than me, but he could already play a full piece. No, it's not just one, it's many! He can even create new scores on his own. So, the queen mother asked me to be my piano teacher. Maybe it was just a whim, because I had never had any interest in the piano. Amadeus, on the other hand, does not make me memorize long staves or memorize complex chords, but rather allows me to feel the emotions conveyed in the melody, caress the texture of the ivory keys, and listen to the different heartbeats from each note. He always found unexpected ways to immerse me in the charm of music."

Mary looked up, but her eyes were looking into the distance, as if she had seen a picture from her childhood memory.

"He'll play with me, and he's not just a casual one. His hearing is very sensitive and he is able to find me very quickly every time he plays hide and seek. Later, he plugged his ears with cotton, saying that this was fair. He can play music with anything his hands can touch. Once, he took a dozen goblets, poured different amounts of water, and gently stroked them with his hand, and played a complete song "Little Star". He even taught me to judge the height and weight of a visitor by the sound of footsteps, to convert the Latin alphabet into musical notes for dialogue, to pile out a portrait of Mr. Haydn in the snow and to make a beard out of bow hair."

Mary's eyes flashed with happiness.

"When I'm in a bad mood, he's the only one who wants to listen to me. But then ...... Later, he left with his father and traveled all over Europe to perform. When I came back this time, I thought we could get along a little longer, but ...... But ......."

Mary said, her eyes moistening.