Before dawn, the servants of the Witwood Mansion all woke up early, ready for the day's planning and planning.

The long-sleeved blouse in pure black and sapphire blue was also tattooed with silver lace, a delicate silver-plated calfskin belt, dark boots and leather gloves, a Sacred Tree Knight's ring, and a purple-edged slanted cape...... For some reason, Allen, who had just woken up from his sleep, drove all the maids out with great interest and changed Edward's clothes himself, as if there was something particularly important.

"I'm just the military attache of the royal family of His Royal Highness Anson, and I'm just standing aside to listen to this imperial meeting. Seeing his little wife who looked like a magpie circling around him, picking out clothes from the closet, Edward laughed helplessly: "Not many people care what I'm wearing. ”

"That's not going to work—you're a true nobleman now, and you have to be careful about how you dress, and Mother reminded me of that before she came. Allen, who didn't even care about what he was wearing in the past, said seriously for the first time, carefully took care of the cloak on Edward's right shoulder, and tilted his chin very proudly: "I'm your wife now, and I have to be responsible for you!"

It seems that no matter how much character a girl is, after getting married, she will be a little different from the original...... With a little bit of inexplicable happiness, Edward couldn't help but think to himself. Seeing the busy appearance of the petite little wife, an idea that he once believed in suddenly came to his mind - the more people who have nothing, the more powerful they are.

But I'm not running out of nothing. So the challenge has just begun...... With a chuckle, he turned around and hugged Allen, and then said goodbye to his slightly drunken little wife and walked out of the room. Waiting outside the door was not the waiter Goodwin Jr., but Ludwig Dorian.

"You're so omnipresent. Edward laughed coldly, "Should I thank the Radiant Cross for giving me such a 'loyal' vassal?"

"Your trust is enough, Lord Edward. Ludwig bent down without smiling: "I am always at your disposal and any orders, and I will do my best." ”

"Then keep your loyalty and competence, you are useless to me if you lose any of them. Edward turned and walked out, turned his back to him, and said, "Find out how many of the servants in this mansion are other people's spies and eyeliners, and then protect Eren - unless there are circumstances." Otherwise, you are not allowed to kill anyone. ”

"Remember, Alan's life comes first - you are not allowed to threaten her life in any way, or in some less seemly manner. Not for any reason!"

"Understand, all according to your orders. After a slight bow, the ghostly figure vanished from behind Edward, making one wonder if he had actually been there.

After everything is arranged. Edward left the mansion with peace of mind. Mounted his horse and followed the path of his memory towards the palace at the top of the hill of Marcherus.

By the time Edward arrived, the heavy gate had just opened with the sound of a melodious brass trump, and the palace guards stood in good order on either side of the stairs, their swallow-tailed halberds waving in the early morning mist.

Handing over his horse to the palace attendants, Edward, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looked around, and many of the nobles who were still waiting for the meeting to begin were gathered around in groups of three or five, greeting each other or whispering something. Or maybe you're still enjoying hot coffee and buttery bread before you start.

Looking at the aristocratic lords who were still greeting each other. Edward, who was not very interested, turned around and walked towards the side hall of the palace, ready to go in and get ready - usually the little prince Anson was used to waiting for his father there, and Edward, as the military attache of the royal family, also had the right to enter the palace without asking for instructions, although he still had to be checked.

But before he could take a step, a familiar figure had already appeared in front of him, and without even the slightest surprise, he slapped him on the shoulder hard.

"Oh, my dear brother Edward, you can't even forget where the palace gate is?" Green Turn, looking at Edward with a smile on his face, "You look like a squirrel who can't find your home!"

"You don't seem surprised at all that I'm standing here?" Edward asked with a smile, "I thought you would be at least a little surprised." ”

"I never doubted you, Edward Witwood—you'd be back here. Green smiled mysteriously: "It's not the persuasion of the little priest, it's not the persuasion of my friend...... It's that I believed from the beginning that if you tell you the truth, you'll come back naturally. ”

"No, that's not what I'm talking about - you seem to have known from the beginning that I was going to be here 'today'. Edward emphasised the word "today" with a strange expression: "Is it because someone told you, or did you guess?"

"Our Lord of the Seals, Lord Berrion Marcherus, Duke of Hantu City, of course. Greene Turn's reply was a matter of course, but his expression was not so natural: "He broke the news of your arrival in the capital yesterday, and now almost everyone knows about it. ”

Everybody knows about it...... Edward's eyes narrowed, it was one of the last things he wanted, but it was clear that the Duke of Berrion wanted to see himself under everyone's watchful eyes.

While the two of them were still chatting, a group of nobles who were originally standing in front of the stairs pushed them to both sides as if they were being separated by waves, gave way to the road, and looked respectfully at the middle-aged man who walked over and was dressed luxuriously. Resembling His Majesty Horace's appearance, he looks much more capable and tough, and even has a slightly hideous scar.

Even after such a distance, and no one called his name, even by his appearance and his purple and red robes, Edward knew who he was.

"...... Barion," Edward whispered out the name that had been imagining him for too long, watching the middle-aged man smile and stride up the stairs, his graceful posture and the temperament that no one else could imitate, even making him almost mistake it for another His Majesty Horace walking towards him.

Or rather, deliberately dressed up as if it were His Majesty Horace...... Edward guessed not without malice, as if he were a perfect, flawless heir?

Edward Witwood...... Why are you here?!" A vigorous voice came from the side, and he couldn't help but look sideways, his capable and stronger figure, his fiery red robe and gilded belt set off his heroic spirit, and a pair of eyes that seemed to shine.

"Forgive me for being a little sluggish, Your Royal Highness Prince Anson!" The teenage child is the one who has changed the most, Anson, who was once only waist-high, is now almost an adult, and even Edward couldn't help but praise it a few more words: "Your change is so small, I almost didn't recognize you." ”

"Of course - I'm not the same person I was a little over a year ago, and it won't be long before you find out!" Anson seemed quite satisfied with the assessment, shaking his shoulder and patting his saber, "We'll have to have a good match after the meeting, and then you'll find that I've changed a lot in other aspects!"

"I have no doubt about that. Edward's smile looked very gentle, and he gave a slight slap to the triumphant little prince: "Please allow me to look forward to it a little." ”

"Your Highness, forgive me for interrupting the conversation between the two of you, but we should go inside. Greene Turn, somewhat embarrassed, stood to the side and pointed to the crowd as they streamed up the stairs: "We shouldn't have to keep Your Majesty waiting, should we......?"

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