September

The carriage compartment was as quiet as it had been on the way there. Antitina sat opposite him, and amid the jolting, Brando asked, "Antitina, what do you think of this matter?" Antitina did not answer immediately. The shock had been too great. It seemed to take her a moment to recover from the unreal dizziness before she replied with as calm a mind as she could muster, "I think we acted a little too hastily, my lord. At the very least, we should have waited until after the battle with Jandernel before agreeing to this. To be honest, this will do more good than harm for Eluin's future, but considering your current position, my lord, it was somewhat inappropriate for you to do this. Her Highness the Princess may not necessarily grow suspicious, but public opinion is frightening. In the eyes of those with ulterior motives, this will look like a sign that you intend to become overbearing in the future. Things are different now from before. My lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with Her Highness." Adviser Miss lowered her long eyelashes, which fluttered slightly as she answered. Her voice was soft, yet rational.

Her answer gave Brando an unexpectedly pleasant surprise. In his heart, Antitina was so rigid and adorable that he had assumed that once the noble young lady came to her senses, she would sternly lecture him, telling him that today's situation had been hard-won and that he should not casually place his territory in danger for the sake of his own stubbornness. Given Antitina's disposition, she was absolutely capable of doing that. As long as she was thinking of him, she would bring a hundred and twenty percent of her seriousness to bear. But she had not. His adviser's breadth of vision