21 Lady Wants To Help The Black Knight 8

Gilbert was in the Grand Hall of the Imperial Castle, where he had the best view of the whole place. Behind Mathias sitting in the royal seat diagonally. The night club, which began with the King's greeting, was crowded with ornately dressed nobles. This is not a very pleasant place for Gilbert, who knows that various moves and tummy searches are taking place under the elegant skin on that side. If it wasn't for work, I'd just like to go home with a minimal greeting.

"─ ─ Gilbert, give me a slightly more glamorous look. You don't have to look."

Gilbert put his right hand between his eyebrows to Mathias' words. As usual, it certainly had deep wrinkles. Stretch with your fingertips and deliberately loosen your expression.

"I'm sorry."

"─ ─ Do you care so much?

Gilbert remained silent. Mathias is facing the front, so Gilbert doesn't know his face.

"─ ─ I wasn't there when I first came to say hello."

"Yes... I'm sure they'll be coming soon"

If you are attending the evening party, you should come to the royal seat to greet once. We must not miss the opportunity.

"─ ─ Emilia, did you find that?

Next to Mathias is Emilia, the princess of the king. I heard Alberto bring his fiancée to a nightclub. The reason I've been observing the venue with my eyes shining is because I'm looking for two rumors.

"Maybe that's it.... well, the other woman seems really cute."

Emilia touches Mathias' cuffs and gazes towards the entrance to the venue. Gilbert followed their gaze and looked at you.

The two, who were a little late, stood beside each other as if they were close fiancées. A young man dressed in evening party clothes greets the nobles around him with a refreshing smile. An escorted, glossy, golden curly woman wore a fluffy, gorgeous red dress every time she moved.

"─ ─ Well, he certainly looks good. I nod even though it's popular."

I can see the girls watching Alberto. But it seemed that Alberto was behaving without worrying about it. Instead, the fiancée next door seems to be holding the ladies back while making fun of them.

"It's time to come. ─ ─ Gilbert, you got it."

Mathias looks back and raises his mouth. Gilbert nodded at it and turned again to the two coming towards him.

"Your Highness, I apologize for the delay in greeting you. I am Alberto of the Count of Franz."

The two men who greeted the King and Queen first pay their most respects before Mathias. Mathias took it and smiled so beautiful that everyone fell in love. Poor thing is, they're both standing still from Mathias.

"No, have fun today.... is the rumored fiancée about her?

Mathias would not have given up that he would not have remembered Alberto at all without Sofia. Alberto was surprised.

"─ ─ Women tell me quite an interesting story. Isn't she a pretty lady?"

Mathias glanced at Emilia, and Alberto relaxed his expression and opened his mouth as convinced.

"Yes, this is my fiancée, Baroness Lannish Bianca. We've come to a good age for each other, so I'll be accompanying you from this evening."

Bianca lowers her head next to Alberto. Matthias looked up a little and turned to Gilbert. Gilbert takes it a few steps before he signals it.

"─ ─ I see. How old was Alberto?

"It's eighteen."

Eighteen. ─ ─ From now on, there will be more entrances and exits to the imperial castle. Know my friend, Gilbert. "

Gilbert said that he would introduce me in a natural way, but I thought it might be a little impossible, but Albert was excited to be introduced to Prince Wang's friend and didn't seem to care at all.

"Gilbert Forster. Greetings."

"Best regards, my name is Alberto Franz. It's an honor to introduce you to your friend……!

If Gilbert gives me his right hand, like a token of friendship, I'll get it back without warning. The nearby aristocrats were aggressively distracted, but Alberto and Bianca seemed to be unaware of it. As long as Gilbert is here, no one will have the courage to tell them the truth.

Fragmented images and audio flow into Gilbert's brain. Emilia, who pretended not to read the air, induced it to become meaningless.

"─ ─ I hear you were engaged at a young age. Congratulations."

"I'm sorry."

Alberto is surprised to be stunned or answers without shaking Gilbert's hand. ─ ─ At the moment, the video and audio overlapped.

A lovely girl with light brown hair and dark green eyes and her parents. Similarly, next to Alberto, who is still young, is an old man.

"This child will be my wife."

A young Albert asks an old man. The man stroked his head and smiled.

"Oh, that's right. Miss Sofia.... be nice to him."

Alberto, who heard the words and made his expression shine, took the girl ─ ─ young Sofia's hand.

Nice to meet you, Sofia.

Sofia looked up at her parents anxiously, but nodded as she smiled and turned back to Alberto.

"Is Alberto the Prince of Sofia?

Alberto stopped moving slightly to Sofia with her head tilted, but nodded immediately.

"That's right. You're marrying me."

Sophia's expression when she heard Alberto's reply faded from her anxiety.

"Yeah, I got it!

Sophia, a young boy, gripped back Alberto's hand with a smile like a broken flower and circled around. Are you going to dance or something? Alberto, who was confused at first, eventually drew to imitate an adult, becoming an ugly but cute waltz. Adults around looked at it with a smile.