"Manager, mm... my clothes will get wrinkled..."
After breakfast that morning, Nora helped Ron into his coat, only to be pulled into his arms and thoroughly savored.
After finally breaking free, Nora's lips were rosy and her face flushed with shyness. Yet she still stood before Ron, reaching out to straighten his collar and smooth the wrinkles from his coat with her little hands.
Only then did she take two steps back and begin tidying the pink-and-white formal dress Ron had mussed up.
Ron stepped forward, brushed the purple hair at Nora's cheek behind her ear, then took her little hand. "Let's go."
"Mm."
Today was already April 15th. The conferment ceremony would be held that morning.
After several days of points round-robin matches, the staff at the Moonview Street competition venue had become familiar with the entire process.
So it was not a big problem for Nora to leave for the morning and accompany Ron to the conferment ceremony.
Ron and Nora passed through the spatial transfer passage in the storeroom, emerged from the Flower Shop in the Imperial Capital, left Queen Street, and took a carriage to the palace.
Inside the carriage, Nora looked at the manager, her mind still somewhat dazed.
Though she had gradually grown accustomed to being by the manager's side and slowly accepted his various identities—
The thought that the manager was about to receive the Empire's title of count still made it all feel like a dream.
She had known before that the manager was the Seventh Prince, and that he had later become a Favored One of the Goddess of Harvest.
But those identities had not really had much to do with a humble employee like Nora.
Yet ever since the two had confirmed their intimate relationship—especially after their relationship had made