"Look, look! That gorgeous blue hair... isn't that Princess Vivian!?"
"Princess Vivian must have just finished her studies at the Academy and come out to unwind, right? Still, seeing the Princess in uniform really is a treat!"
"But who's that man beside her? How is he even better-looking than me!?"
On the street, the passersby's gazes converged on the two people in the middle of the crowd.
Greg and Vivian walked side by side. Although they weren't holding hands, they were very close, with only a fist's width between their shoulders.
To an onlooker, that was already a rather intimate distance, the sort only people with a special relationship would maintain.
Most people recognized Vivian at first glance.
After all, she was the royal family's eldest daughter and the Kingdom's First Princess, so both her beauty and her fame ranked among the greatest in the entire Kingdom.
Greg, beside her, was another matter.
Although Greg Sass was a duke's son, he had rarely participated in social events even when he was a noble. Moreover, the rumors about him had all been negative, while the recent news of his single-handed victory over the Death Knight had mostly circulated within the Academy and had yet to reach the wider public.
As a result, most commoners, and even lesser and middle-ranking nobles, would not necessarily connect that formerly notorious duke's son with the exceptionally handsome young man before them.
And so Greg became the unfamiliar handsome man standing beside Princess Vivian, subjected to stares from every direction.
He could feel those gazes landing on him almost like physical objects: curious, scrutinizing, disdainful, and some that seemed determined to pierce straight through him.
"..."
Greg stole a glance at the blue-haired girl beside him and couldn't help pondering.
*What exactly did she mean by