Steffenier was a commoner.
Until a nobleman came to visit him at home as a child.
One afternoon, when he was five years old, there was a knock at the front door, and when he opened it, there stood a man in the finest clothes he had ever seen. A nobleman, even the young Steffenier could tell.
With the height difference between a five-year-old girl and a grown man, Steffenier inevitably looked down at the nobleman and cowered. The man noticed this and got down on one knee to be at eye level with Steffenier.

Hello. Are you Steffenier?

The aristocratic man smiled as he met his gaze.
From the same vantage point, he looked like a gentleman, not intimidating or violent. Steffenier breathed out a sigh of relief at the soft smile and released the tension in his body.
Nevertheless, he was still a stranger. Steffenier is wary, but he affirms it by nodding his head.

My name is Hermann. I'm here to talk to you and your mother. Is your mother there?

"She's at work.

I see. It's nice of you to stay at home by yourself.

Steffenier was stunned by the compliment of a nobleman he had never met before.
He was not told that it was hard work.
Steffenier's family is a single-mother family. Her father died early, so her mother, Nadya, works to make ends meet. Therefore, the neighbors are always willing to help and take care of her.
However, there was one thing that Stefanie could not accept. The people who take care of him are more sympathetic to him, as if he is unhappy.
It was natural for Steffenier to want to help his mother by staying at home alone and helping out at home rather than playing. Her life may not be easy, but she and her mother are always smiling. Even though I knew that the words were said out of kindness, I couldn't accept it when they were said as if I was taking pity on her, so I swallowed my words of objection.
But the gentleman in front of me, Hermann, did not look at me with pity. He had come on business for himself and his mother, so he must know what was going on.
Not knowing the reason for Steffenier's surprise, Hermann lowered his eyebrows, still smiling and wondering if he was being watched. Steffenier felt that the weak smile made him look unreliable.

When will your mother be back?

In the evening. ......

I see.

What should he do, Hermann wondered. He could wait here, but if a strange man suddenly appeared in the house where his daughter alone was waiting, she would not be able to hear what he had to say. After a few seconds of deliberation, Hermann makes a decision.

Is there a place nearby where we can eat or have tea?

Yes.

I missed lunch. I missed lunch. I'm starving.

When Steffenier was told that he was hungry, he thought of a place where he could eat. His mother had taught him that eating was important. He does not yet realize that this is so that Steffenier can eat without hesitation, even though he is poor.

The sandwiches at the stall are already sold out. ...... Oh, I heard that the food in Ingrid's tavern is delicious!

"It's a tavern, but is it open for lunch?

Steffenier nodded his head vertically and gave him simple directions, and Hermann stood up with a soft smile.

Thank you for telling me. I'll come back one more time when my mother comes back. See you.

"See you later!

He raised his hand in greeting, and Stefanie reflexively replied with the same greeting.
As he closed the door, he saw her off gently. A little further on, two men were waiting for him, his attendants or bodyguards. Apparently, Herman had not come alone. Watching their backs as they walked away, Steffenier thought that perhaps he had come alone so that he would not be frightened.
At dusk, when his mother Nadya came home, Stefanie told her what had happened.

The nobleman is here.

"A nobleman?

He said he wanted to talk to me and my mother.

"Talk ......?　I don't know any noblemen, what could it be?

I don't know any noblemen.

Mr. Hermann, maybe he's not such a bad guy.

We've only talked a little. He didn't seem like a bad person at all. Remembering the unreliable smile on his face, Steffenier shared his impressions with Nadya.
Nadya rolled her eyes in surprise, an unusual impression to have for a nobleman she had probably never met before.

"Your name is Hermann?

"Yes. He said he would come back later.

Yes. Well, let's see what he has to say.

Almost at the same time Nadya muttered this, there was a knock at the front door.
Nadya answered the knock and opened the door to find a man dressed in fine clothes, as expected of a nobleman. In the dusk, he was carrying a basket that was disproportionate to his clothes. The strange sight made Nadya somewhat less cautious.

Good evening. My name is Hermann von Witting. Are you Nadya Apt?



Yeah.

Have you had dinner yet?

No.　No.

Just in time!　Your daughter told me about a great place to eat, and I brought back some of their food as a thank you.

When he found out that the Apts had not yet eaten, Hermann's voice became lively and he held out the basket he was carrying, saying, "If you like.
When he rolled up the cloth covering the basket, the fragrant aroma of herb-roasted chicken wafted through the air. There was also a vegetable coleslaw consisting mainly of chopped cabbage that had been rubbed with salt, and rye bread. It seems to have a good nutritional balance. From the heat coming from the baskets, it seems that the food has been freshly prepared and is not that cold.
Nadya looked down and saw Steffenier right beside her, his eyes shining and looking up at her covetously. The smell of the chicken seemed to have stimulated his hunger. Nadya smiled at her daughter, afraid that if she waited any longer, she might swallow the spit that threatened to overflow.

I'll take your word for it. To be honest, it saved me a lot of trouble.

Nadya welcomed him inside and said she would make him some tea.
While the Aptos were eating, Hermann smiled as he slowly sipped the brewed tea.
Steffenier, who couldn't wait for the chicken to be carved and jumped up and down on the chair, was scolded by Nadya for sitting on the chair and waited gingerly after he sat back down. Her eyes glistened as she took a bite of the chicken on her plate, and her cheeks reddened with joy as she took a spoonful of the coleslaw. Nadya agrees with her daughter's delighted expression and breaks into a smile. Seeing this mother and child together filled Hermann with a smile.
On the way, Steffenier, who had been absorbed in eating, realized that it was too late. Although lunch had been delayed, Hermann had not yet had dinner. When Steffenier asked him about it, he replied that the cook of the mansion was preparing dinner and it would be fine. Steffenier was relieved and resumed eating.
By the time Hermann had sipped his second cup of tea, the Abt mother and son had also had their post-dinner tea and were catching their breath.

"Now, as to the two of you...

Nadya straightened up when the conversation began. Nadya straightened up. Steffenier was puzzled and took a sip of his tea.

First of all, Stefanie has been asked to adopt a child. Secondly, and if you don't mind, would you like to marry me, Nadya?

"Okay?

Steffenier tilted his head, not understanding the meaning of the words. Realizing the magnitude of the request, Nadya had to ask something first.

Why is Fanny being adopted by a nobleman?

I don't care about myself. The daughter she had with her late husband was really just an ordinary child. I don't understand why a nobleman would want to adopt her.

It's because her magic might be strong.

I can't do magic, can I?

No. Fanny doesn't manifest any of the attributes.

Hermann said something strange. At the age of five, Steffenier should be able to manifest his attributes, but he doesn't seem to be able to cast any magic. Therefore, Nadya and the people around her concluded that Steffenier was extremely weak in magic.

"Hydrangea.

What?

Your hydrangeas are white, aren't they, Stefanie?

Yes. But they're just that kind, aren't they?

It's a very common variety.

Like all hydrangeas, it should be light blue (water) or orange (earth), Herrmann said.
The hydrangea that Steffenier cares for was bought for her by her husband when she was three years old to make her feel better about not being able to go outside during the rainy season. Nadya had thought that he had bought a non-pigmented variety by accident.

Shiro is not one of the attributes. This is the hypothesis of the Ministry of Pharmacy, where I work, that she is undifferentiated, that her magic is too strong for her to be any one attribute.

If that's the case, she can't use magic of any attribute, so it's as if she has no magic. That's no reason for a nobleman to want it.

Despite the fact that this was the first time he had heard this theory, Nadya understood it and immediately refuted it, which blindsided Hermann. In Nadya's strong gaze, he felt the will of a mother trying to protect her daughter. Feeling the strength of her feelings firsthand, Hermann smiled softly.

"Yes. If this continues, Stefanie will grow up not knowing how to use magic, and if at some point she becomes one of the attributes, there is a risk that she will unleash her magic.

It's unknown at this point what will happen to her and how much it will affect the people around her.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic is researching a way to measure magic power regardless of attributes, and even if the entire country starts using it, it will be in use by the time she receives the measurement.

...... Even if I refuse now, the school will take Fanny when she turns fifteen, right?

Nadya's motherly interpretation made Hermann chuckle.
If it becomes possible to measure the amount of pure magic power, not based on attributes, the strength of Steffenier's magic power, which has no attributes, will be revealed. Inevitably, her daughter would attract the attention of the nobility, and in some cases, she might even be courted for her magical power.

The advantage of this proposal for the country is that we can monitor Stefanie's progress and she can learn to control her magic. It's also a good idea to have her in contact with people who have strong magical powers to help her develop her attributes, and then hire her as an excellent mage.

It is said that the determination of the appropriate attribute is largely due to acquired environmental factors rather than inborn talent.
There are some people who are born with strong attribute magic power, but basically, the nature of magic power is biased to one attribute during the growth process due to the combination of several factors such as the surrounding people, regional characteristics and the personality of the person. This is the reason why the appropriate attribute is not confirmed immediately after birth, but around the age of five, when one's ego is roughly established.

Currently, there is no environment to educate even commoners in magic. Even if we could, it would be a long time coming.

In order to create a place of learning where all people can receive an equal education, it is first necessary to close the gap in literacy. Printing technology must be developed, and books must be popularized. When each of these things become commonplace, we can finally educate people equally in the specialty of witchcraft.

Mr. Hermann, if you don't mind.



"Yes, of course.

Nadya, wondering if she should address him as "sir," asks permission from Hermann to address him as an equal on this occasion.

"What's in it for you, Mr. Hermann?

A nobleman can't adopt a commoner's child, even if he has strong magical powers, without benefits. Nadya believes that the idea of a nobleman being a vassal of royalty and devoted to his country is a beautiful lie. Human beings do not live by niceties alone.
When asked about the benefits, Hermann lowered his eyebrows and smiled weakly.

I don't want to get married again, you know.

What?

Nadya, who had been asked to marry on her daughter's behalf, rolled her eyes at the sudden contradiction.

I'm not going to marry you. But I love my late wife and refuse to take a new wife and bear children for the sake of the family. Of course, the family will try to force me to remarry, and it's hard to say no. ......

...... You're still young.

Oh.

Do they say you're lonely?

That's what they say.

They say it's hard for the deceased to live in mourning.

Yes, they do.

I know! You can't talk about my husband!

Really. I just can't love anyone but my wife, but I don't want to be treated as unhappy.

As they nodded to each other, Stefanie drank her tea. As they talked, his mother's voice turned stern, and he was worried that they would quarrel, but they seemed to have come to an understanding.
As I listened to their conversation, I realized that my mother had the same frustration as I did. Steffenier was convinced that no one wants to be pitied. He was relieved to have his frustration affirmed.

"Well, that's why I'd really appreciate it if you two would come, and I'll do everything I can to help.

After a moment of mutual sympathy, Herman smiled softly. He may seem unreliable, but he is also a nobleman. Nadya raised the corner of her mouth and said, "He seems to have a lot of guts.

It's better than saying, 'I can't bear to leave Fanny with her mother.

I don't mean to say that I don't have scruples, but ...... I'm in trouble, too.

It's not that I don't have a conscience, but it's true that I'm in trouble.

"Where are we going?

Steffenier, who had finished his tea while listening to the conversation, asked back, picking up only what he understood. Hermann smiled and answered the question to the point.

I've come to invite you and Steffenier to live with me in my house.

"Your house?

Yes. ─ Yes. It will be very difficult for you because you won't be able to see your friends and neighbors and you will have to study a lot. So I want you to think very carefully before you decide.

"What's in it for me?

Hermann's eyes narrowed in amusement as Steffenier, who had been listening to the exchange of ideas about what was in it for him, asked the same question.

Hmmm, I wonder. Is it a bargain to be able to wear beautiful dresses, not have to worry about food anymore, and eat sweets?

"A bargain!

Hermann laughed at the cheerful reply, "I see. My late wife and I once talked about what a child would be like, but I couldn't imagine a girl with such energy. Children are so energetic and expressive, aren't they? Then, if I had had a child, my wife and I would have been in trouble together.
I wish we could have been in trouble together, Hermann thought when he saw Stefanie.

I'm going to leave you now. Stefanie, ......

You can call me Fanny. That's what everyone calls me.

Hermann's eyes widened slightly when he was told that he could call her by her abbreviation. You can call me Fanny.

Thank you. Fanny, talk to your mother and decide.

"Okay.

Promise?" Steffenier held out a small pinky finger, and Hermann kneeled down and intertwined his own pinky finger with it.
He and Nadya set a date to meet regularly, as there would be some unanswered questions later.
A month later, the mother and son discussed the matter and decided to accept Herman's offer. Thus, Stefanie Abt became Stefanie von Witting.


As he walked along the cherry trees, Steffenier thought back to the time when he had become a nobleman.
If he hadn't accepted Hermann's offer at that time, how would he have felt when he was walking along the cherry trees?
I put on my uniform and walked for the first time along the rows of cherry trees leading to the Royal Academy of Magic's school building. Today is the entrance ceremony. If I had remained a commoner, I might have been more nervous.
Steffenier would have been happy even as a commoner. But when she saw the look on her mother's face as she talked with her comrade Hermann, she realized that it would be easier for her to breathe with him. It would be better for her to have an easier time if the type of hardship would only change.
At first, I thought so, but I think it's cunning that my mother, Nadya, is working vigorously as a maid while her role as a countess is only a small part of her job. Not long after arriving at the Countess Vitting's house, Nadya complained to Hermann that it was hard for her not to work. Hermann laughed in amusement and allowed her to work as a maid only in the house.
Since she was busy learning to be a countess, she felt it was cunning that her mother was the only one who could keep her commoner status. Steffenier never thought that the day would come when his mother would be more happy and complain.
Steffenier had come to realize that Hermann was also Hermann, and that he was more anxious than he had expected.
Steffenier had imagined a noblewoman to be more innocent and dainty, but now that she was a countess, she could not help but feel that she was more robust than when she was a commoner.


But I don't hate who I am now.
I no longer feel free to meet my friends from my commoner days, but instead I have friends who are noblewomen. I've been working hard to be on par with them, who are beautiful, pretty, and have the core of a noblewoman.
I walked through the rows of cherry blossom trees to the bulletin board where the classifications were posted, hoping to be in the same class as them. Since last year, the criteria for class placement is no longer based on attributes, so there is a possibility that I will be in the same class as my friends.
The bulletin board next to the map of the school is probably usually used to announce events, but today it was occupied by a large sheet of paper with a list of names for each class.
There was already a crowd of people in front of the class dividers. Some came to see the names in person like myself, while others were waiting on the benches around the room, as if they were having their attendants check the names. Either way, it was difficult for Steffenier, a woman of average height, to see them from behind.
Although she didn't jump, she tried to stand on her tiptoes to see if she could somehow see it by herself, but she could only see the top. They seemed to be arranged in alphabetical order, so Vitting must be at the bottom.
I was about to groan, when a voice suddenly called out to me.

Do you want me to watch it for you?

"Oh, thank you. ......

When I turned around at the sound of help, I could not make eye contact with the person. It was a male voice, so I looked upward.
When I raised my gaze further from his tie, I finally met his coppery eyes. If he was tall enough, he would be able to see them from behind.

"What should I look for?

"Well, ......, Vitting.

The young man who nodded and looked for it was, by all accounts, older than Steffenier. Why would a senior student come to see the freshman class placement board?

There it is: "....... We're in the same class.

"Huh?

Steffenier tilted his head at the young man's muttered comment. The young man smiles, perhaps sensing Steffenier's curious look as he thanks him for telling him his class.

The young man smiles, perhaps sensing Steffenier's curious look as he thanks him for telling him his class, "I was so busy with work that I missed the test and enrolled late.

That's why I'm older than you but in the same grade, he says. Steffenier nodded, wondering if that was possible. If you are a commoner, you may have been an apprentice or a lowly worker when you were eligible to have your magic measured. I didn't know that you could take the test later.
Because of his height and the fact that he was older than his peers, Steffenier couldn't help but stare at him. She felt that she had seen him before, but it might have been because of his hair and eyes. After a while, you notice that the other person is also staring at you.

"Um, ......, what is it?

"Is it ......, the white hydrangea girl?

The young man says and then blurts out, "How could I possibly remember? But Steffenier remembered. Or, more accurately, he remembered now.

"You're the brother who brought Tenshi-sama!

What?

The young man froze, unable to understand the meaning of the words. The young man froze, not understanding the meaning of the words. While the young man was wondering how to interpret them, Steffenier looked around him.

"Is there no guardian angel today?　Is it because I'm too big to see them?

If that's the case, it's a pity, Steffenier thought dejectedly.
I can still remember that day vividly. I was at home as usual when I saw something shiny on the windowsill and opened the door, curious to see what it was. I opened the door and saw a boy with a very beautiful angel looking at the hydrangea he had grown.
The angel with him had the most sparkling blond hair I had ever seen and eyes like molten honey. Her skin was clear and her hands were not rough. It was hard to believe that she was the same person.
Steffenier, who had just heard a story about a guardian angel watching over those who do good deeds at a church service the other day, concluded that it was the boy's guardian angel.
It was so wonderful to be able to praise the hydrangea to a boy who was blessed by such a beautiful guardian angel. Of course, I reported this to my mother who had just returned home that evening. She told him that he should take good care of the hydrangea, and he nodded his head.

Or maybe you can't see it because the hydrangea you praised is dead. ......

Oh, ......, no.

I took good care of it, but a few years later, it withered away. The young man covered the upper half of his face with one hand and groaned, wondering what was wrong with him. There has been a huge misunderstanding.

"Hello, Isak. It's unusual for you to be alone.

As soon as a voice called out behind the young man, the entire crowd moved away. Thanks to this, even the Steffeniers can see the classification notice. Steffenier looks around, wondering what has happened to his suddenly distant surroundings. In the process of looking around, he saw from the class list that he was in the same class as his friend Lydia, the duchess.

I thought I'd check your class first. Leo, just in time.

What's good?

They didn't think you were human.

What?

The young man was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong build, so Steffenier could not see the person behind him, only hear his voice.
Steffenier tilted his upper body to the side to avoid the young man, trying to see who the voice was.
When he finally saw the owner of the voice, Stefanie was blindsided.

"Angel!

See?

The young man urged the angel to understand, and the angel froze, unable to catch up with his understanding.
A few seconds later, a word of anguish escaped from the angel.

"............ what and how did that happen?



It's tough being good-looking.

As the students around him were out of earshot, the young man spoke frankly. He was genuinely surprised that even a beautiful man could be recognized as an outsider.

I regret that we didn't have a chance to exchange a few words back then.

"What, why is Tenshi-sama wearing a school uniform ......?

He's not an angel, he's a prince.

Huh?

"But he's a sophomore.

"What?

I thought the blond boy was an angel, but I had no idea he was human. And he's the prince of this country. So, he must be the fiancé of my friend Ludia. I had only seen him from a distance when we were in the same space at the tea party, so I only knew that he was dazzling, and I didn't get a good look at his face.
The first prince of Arbentroth, Roy, smiled a smile of love that could have been mistaken for that of an angel.

Countess Vitting, you may have heard of me before, but I am Roy. I'm a prince of this land. I hope you recognize me as human.

At that smile, Steffenier felt a terrible pangs of remorse and wanted to apologize with his hands on the ground even at this moment. However, as a lady of the house, she could not do so. I curtseyed, greeted her and apologized.

"Oh, my name is Steffenier von Witting. My name is Steffenier von Witting. I am very sorry for the rude misunderstanding. ......

"I'm surprised, but it's a compliment, so I don't mind. So, Countess Vitting.

Yes.

Is there any time after the ceremony? I need to talk to you.

I'm going to get angry.
Yes, Steffenier thought. It would be rude to be a nobleman and not even remember the face of your own prince. It was also very bad that he thought he was not human. I'm going to be lectured," said Steffenier, reflecting on his mistake.

Isak, go with Miss Lydia later. It'll save me a lot of explaining.

"I don't know, but I understand.

Steffenier, who was in the midst of intense reflection, did not hear the exchange between the two and did not realize that it was definitely different from what he had assumed. Afterwards, Stefanié endured the awkward entrance ceremony alone as he recognized Roy standing on the stage for the student body president's address.


After the ceremony, Steffenier went to the classroom to receive an explanation of the class selection process, and then his homeroom teacher led him to the student council room.
From the greeting at the entrance ceremony, he knew that Roy, the prince he had met this morning, was the student council president. He was convinced that he was being led to the student council room. Since he had just entered the school, he was not familiar with the structure of the school building, so he was grateful that his homeroom teacher was showing him around, but he felt that he could not escape from Steffenier, who he knew would be angry with him.
When the teacher knocked on the door, a voice came from inside to allow him to enter, and he opened the door and led the way inside.

Excuse me, .......

As Steffenier nervously stepped into the student council room, he was met with an unexpected sight.

"Master Nikolaus!　Please get away from Zak!

No, I'm tired of standing all the time.

"Then why don't you sit down?

Because Zaku is standing.

No, I can't sit when the Bells are standing. ......

...... Dear, Nico?

Steffenier rolled his eyes at the person he hadn't expected to find. In the event that you're not sure what you're looking for, you'll be able to find a lot more information on the web. And for some reason, he was leaning against the young man Steffenier had met this morning. What the hell is going on?
A closer look revealed that there were more people than expected besides Lydia and the others. Behind Roy, who was sitting at what looked like the student council president's desk, there was a boy with blue hair and red hair, and when I looked over, I saw a silver-haired student drinking tea on a sofa that looked like it was for a short break.

"Hey, thanks for coming.

"Miss Fanny?　You're here, aren't you?

Roy stood up and greeted Steffenier. Lydia noticed her arrival and, ashamed that she had looked backwards from her seat on the sofa, straightened up and cleared her throat.
When Steffenier sat down on the sofa across from Lydia, the maid put the tea on the table in front of her and left. She was one of Ludia's maids, I believe, with her dignified eyes. Roy sat down next to her, and tea was prepared for him as well.
Including the homeroom teacher and the maid who showed me around, there are currently ten people in the student council room, but more than half of them are standing. Steffenier felt a little uncomfortable, wondering if he should just sit there. The fact that the room did not feel small even with so many people in it must mean that it was spacious. In addition to the desks for the different positions, there is also a break area that the silver-haired boy is currently occupying by himself, apart from the conference sofa that Stefaniere and the others are sitting on. This is because the school has many noblemen among its students.

Now, about that thing I called you about: ......

Yes, sir.

It's about your magic.

......?

Stefanié, who was expecting to be scolded in such a large group, was taken aback by the unexpected content.
Steffenier's reaction caused him to tilt his head slightly, but Roy continued.

What color is the star flower now?

"Shiro.

The starflower is a new kind of hydrangea that Steffenier was given by the Ministry of Pharmacy. It was bred to bloom all year round and was given to Steffenier by his foster father, Hermann, so that he would be able to recognize it whenever it manifested itself. I am currently taking care of it in my room in the dormitory. It is said that the name "star flower" came from the shape of its petals, which resemble stars.


I checked it again this morning before I left the room, but it was still white.

This means that your magic is strong enough to be unaffected by Mistress Lydia, who has the strongest magic among the nobles.

Yes, what is it ......?

Yes, according to the results of the magic measurement, there are only a few people who can match your magic power.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one. He was not familiar with any of the attributes, so no matter how much he practiced, he could not use magic. And yet, even though he was told that he had magic power, he did not feel it at all.
So, even if I am told that I have more magic power than my closest friends, I really don't believe it.

The Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Medicinal Arts have reasoned that if you can't get it from Miss Ludia, you might be able to get it from someone with more magic power than you.

"Huh?

I was just being friendly with my friends, but I didn't know that they were observing me like that. Steffenier nodded vaguely as he listened to the premise that he had magical powers that he was unaware of.

So, the person here is the one with more magic power than you.

"What?

"Jeremias for fire, Bernhard for water, Nikolaus for wind, and my brother Klaus for lightning. I'm the one with light, and Reece is stronger than me when it comes to darkness. The earth attribute is ...... the prince of Sternensee, who is studying abroad, but I can't let him take it to another country.

Well, ......, does that mean I can choose which attribute I want to be?

In a manner of speaking.

Sort of?

When I asked him if he had a choice after being introduced to someone who seemed to have a higher magic value than his own, Roy gave me a vague affirmation. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

It's better for the country to have at least one more valuable light-attribute player. I'd like you to work with me as much as possible.

But that's ......

Hearing the country's intentions, Steffenier stammered. I'm sure you'll be able to understand the need for the rare and valuable light attribute. But the only way to do that is to be with Roy. That's not good for many reasons.
Stefanié looks at the person who is the biggest problem and concern for him. Noticing his gaze, the other man tilted his head slightly and looked back at his friend.
Roy smiles as he sees where Steffenier is looking.

You know that I am not romantically involved with Miss Lydia, don't you?

Stefanié was blindsided by the question, or rather, the assertion. I do know. In fact, I know that Lydia has another lover.
He hesitated whether he should reveal this in front of so many people, but seeing Lydia calmly drinking her tea, Stefanie nodded his head yes.

The betrothal to Miss Lydia was made because of her magical power and her family status. You are more educated than your family, so if you become a light attribute holder, you can offer more benefits than her. If that happens, it will be easy for me and Miss Lydia to break off our engagement.

"Master Roy, it's that easy .......

"I've already talked to the king (father) about it. It's up to her.

When Ludia tried to mention that it would not be that easy, Roy simply replied that he had already done the groundwork. Lydia was taken aback by the fact that he was already prepared for the negotiations. How much had he read and when had he been preparing for this?
Steffenier, too, is baffled by his lack of understanding. I feel like I've just been given an outrageous proposal.

Please wait for ....... If the prince and Master Diar were to break off their engagement, and I were to be allowed to stay by his side in order to become a light attribute, wouldn't that mean that I would be engaged to him?

If you become a light-attribute, it will be easier to protect you if you become royalty, so that's probably what will happen.

What is His Highness' intention?

Isn't Roy being too easy? I'm not sure if I'm too disdainful of myself to be able to break off an engagement so easily for the sake of the country and immediately get engaged to the next person. Although I understand that it is rare for royalty to be able to marry for love, there is a part of me that cannot fully agree with Steffenier as a former commoner.
Roy's honey-colored eyes widened as he realized that she was worried about him before he was worried about himself. Then he blew it out. I knew I was right.

Haha, it's okay. It's my choice.

"Yeah, but ......

"I like you, so it's no problem.

Steffenier froze at the declaration made with a big smile on his face. Behind her, his brother Klaus was sipping tea and choking on it. The others could not do anything but stare.
Despite the uproar around him, Roy smiled and said.

What I want from you is for you to like me. I want you to like me for one thing, and to prove yourself worthy of my engagement for another. If you can't live up to that, you can choose someone else without regard for the national interest. I can't give you much time, but please think it over and give me your answer.

His last words made Steffenier realize. It was similar to what Hermann had said to him when he was a child. It was similar to what Hermann had said to him when he was a child, telling him to think carefully. This was because he wanted to respect Steffenier's own will.

"All right.

Steffenier nodded, "I will think about it.
I'll think about it," Stefanié nodded. He was still confused, but he had to give a proper answer. So he clenched his fist and prepared himself.