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It was a little suspicious that there was only one hotel room left in this vast Kirov, a town that was so developed it could not be compared with the town of Oily, which was a small dominion.

“Is there really only one room left?”

“That’s right.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I narrowed my eyes at Dietrich’s blunt answer.

It was difficult to read his mind again right now, maybe because I used my ability in the carriage earlier.

‘Was I too hasty in judging him to be naive?’

Though if he had made up a situation where there was only one room left because he couldn't say he wanted to share a room with me, it felt like a shallow trick.

‘Well, so what if we share one room?’

The only remaining room was the best suite in Loelli, and there were two bedrooms attached to the living room with a window overlooking the outside.

‘We can sleep in each bedroom separately.’ 

Having made my own conclusion, I immediately unpacked the luggage that the hotel staff had dropped off in the corner of the living room.

Dietrich looked at the living room that was as spacious as the Duke's drawing room with dissatisfied eyes and then left saying he had something to see for a while.

‘I guess I’ll have to unpack your bag for you.’

I could have asked a staff or Oslo to do it but I didn’t have much to do until he comes back anyway. 

Dietrich's luggage was as simple as mine, and there was nothing to organize, so his bag quickly fell to the floor.

“A letter…..?”

In the deepest corner of the firm, vintage leather bag, I found a letter envelope.

I had chosen to be as promiscuous as he was, but I knew Dietrich wasn’t someone who would look at other women besides me. 

No, that’s something I thought. 

They did say there was no one you could trust in this world, so why did a pink letter with the smell of perfume come out from Dietrich’s bag? 

‘Let’s just see who it came from.’

In the end, I couldn't contain my curiosity and pulled out a letter that looked like it had been roughly hidden between the clothes.

“Isn’t this from Marilyn?”

I thought it was a report on the Duke’s work so I sighed and gave my head a smack.

‘Okay, you have to be suspicious of anyone you suspect.’

The moment I was about to put the letter back in the bag, I lifted the envelope again with a strange sense of dread.

“The addressee is….me?” 

Why was Dietrich holding a letter addressed to me? 

Moreover, it wasn’t a letter that had just arrived, presuming from the tip of the envelope that was a little worn out. 

I opened the already torn envelope and checked the contents of the letter.

To My Lady,

My lady, our Princess.

Princess, I miss you so much. I believe you know my heart.

However, His Grace ordered me not to tell you that I missed you even if I die……

I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you think that I don’t miss you, I feel like you’d feel very upset so I’m sending you a letter secretly. 

My lady, please come back to Lagrange as soon as possible.

The triplets and I miss you very much.

With Love,

Marilyn

Holding Marilyn’s affectionate letter, I let out a dry laugh, dumbfounded. 

‘He’s hiding this kind of letter?’

What was worse was that it seemed he even threatened Marilyn to keep her from telling me she missed me. 

“His personality is really!”

I forgot about his personality because he had been so docile these days since he kept on listening to whatever I said. 

The fact that Dietrich was originally the worst villain in the world.

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Dietrich was a little dissatisfied with ‘The Royal Executive Suite’ which he had booked with much flattering consideration from Hexion Kirov, the owner of Loelli Hotel and the lord of Kirov. 

“Your Grace, what brings you here…did you not find the room to your satisfaction, perhaps?”

Hexion Kirov couldn’t hide his bewilderment as he greeted the Grand Duke of Lagrange who had suddenly stormed into the President’s office and sat across from him. 

“That’s right. I don’t like it.”

Hexion became white at Dietrich's answer and began to bump his fingers together.

In fact, the room Hexion gave to Dietrich was a room that not anyone could reserve, but it wasn't the best room in the Loelli Hotel.

‘Did he notice that?’

Although he was the Great Lord of the North equal to the imperial family, he judged that he had no insight into luxury at all as he was a knight who rolled around on the battlefield, but it seemed that was not the case.

‘Right, there’s no way a man of the rank of a Grand Duke wouldn’t recognize the difference in the room!’ 

Hexion was so frightened that he quickly told the truth.

“Your Grace, you certainly have a discerning eye. It's a small difference that ordinary people would never notice…In fact, there is the Executive King Suite, which is the upper level of the Executive Suite.”

Dietrich stared silently at Hexion's glossy tongue.

Facing the Grand Duke, who didn’t show what he was thinking, Hexion showed a smooth smile reflecting the ten years of running the hotel.

“Of course! The King Suite is a bit more expensive and the view is excellent, but the King Suite is a structure that has a larger bedroom by clearing out the living room…I recommended the Executive suite because I thought it would be more convenient for you two to use.”

“Are you saying it doesn’t have a living room?”

“Yes! There’s only one bed.”

Hexion, thinking that Dietrich had succumbed to his persuasion, eagerly began to downgrade the King Suite.

“It doesn’t have a living room and only has one spacious bedroom so it doesn’t have much difference from a regular suite, but it is called the ‘King Suite’ just because it is located on the highest floor, Your Grace.” 

Dietrich, who was silently listening to Hexion's explanation, arrogantly held out a hand that was not supporting his chin.

It meant he was asking for it.

Hexion continued hesitatingly.

“........But the King Suite has only one bed and one bathroom so there would be many inconveniences.” 

Dietrich laughed very briefly at Hexion's further explanation.

“I like that point.” 

At the fresh smile that disappeared so quickly like a breeze, Hexion started to get confused about how he should react. 

And so he added something he shouldn’t have in a murmur. 

“However, Prince Notte is currently staying in the King Suite.” 

“Are you talking about the first prince?”

“Yes, it’s a secret but it seems he’s planning to stay here for three days from now.”

Dietrich rose from his seat without saying a word at Hexion's explanation.

“I can't help it because the customer has already reserved the room. I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

Hexion stared at Dietrich, tapping his hand in place, regardless of whether he heard him. 

‘As the first prince rumored to become the crown prince is staying there, there will be no choice but to give up even if he is a Grand Duke.’

“Then, should we prepare the room right away on the day Prince Notte leaves?”

“All right.” 

At Hexion's words, Dietrich left the room with a bob of his chin.

Hexion let out a sigh of relief only after the door was completely closed.

“I don't think he’s as rude as the rumors say.”

Compared to other high-ranking nobles, he was not coercive or arrogant and had a modest attitude.

“I don’t know why people like that are called demons or monsters.” 

Hexion murmured briefly, reaching out to clear the teacup that Dietrich had not touched.

He never dreamed that Dietrich would come back before the tea prepared for him had cooled down.

Bang–!

“Ugh!”

Hexion held in his arms the expensive tea cup he bought at the auction house with a premium, fearing that it would break at the loud vibration coming from the sudden opening of the door. 

“........Your Highness?”

The cause of the tremor was the First Prince Norte, the second most noble figure in the empire after the emperor.

“Heuk, urgh!” 

Notte, who was plopped like a pudding on Hexion’s reception table, seemed to have been beaten up by an unknown hooligan, and his eyes sported a black eye. 

“Your highness! Oh my god! Are you all right!?”

Meanwhile, Hexion returned after placing the expensive teacup neatly in the cupboard and was surprised by Notte’s sound of distress and looked at his face here and there.

He didn't think he was hurt enough to break any bones, but he was definitely beaten up by someone.

“Who dared to hit you, Your Highness?!”

“Hexion…..”

“Ye-Yes! Please tell me!”

“The room….”

“Pardon?”

“Leave the room, I’m….”

“What kind of room are you talking about to leave all of a sudden?” 

In front of the bewildered Hexion’s chin, a nose of a black shoe came into view.

Dietrich, who placed his foot on top of Notte’s back, looked at his nails and casually opened his mouth. 

“Clean up the King Suite.”

“H-However, His Highness is staying in it….”

“Didn't you say you were leaving today?” 

“...........”

“Answer. Your Highness.” 

As if he had forgotten that the person he was stepping on was a prince, the face that belatedly added ‘Your Highness’ was provokingly calm.

“Heuk, ugh. T-That’s right, Hexion. I’m leaving today…..” 

Hexion was stunned by the arrogant violence of the Grand Duke, but Dietrich was so frightening that he had no choice but to nod his head in haste.