"Damn it, where did that bastard come from?!"
Back in his room, Third Prince Anton Meyer looked somewhat furious.
The thought of that little punk who had appeared out of nowhere, holding Adele in the ballroom and whispering softly to her-
Filled him with a vicious fury.
That bitch he had pursued for so long, who had always treated him coldly, had looked positively bashful before that young noble.
But after his anger passed, he calmed down. He still had to find out what the other man was made of, then judge according to his identity.
He turned to the Hero Knight protecting him. "Mr. Mo, look into that man's identity."
Although the Third Prince had two outstanding elder brothers and had no chance of inheriting the throne-
And despite receiving personal instruction in the Source Breathing Method, he was only a Grand Knight-
As a prince, he still understood his priorities.
Even when major interests were at stake, he had to assess the other party's backing first.
Though the possibility was low, if the man's background was too formidable, those interests could be abandoned.
He did not want to become a cautionary tale in a bard's songs.
"Yes."
The unremarkable-looking knight who had been following him gave a precise bow.
Although he looked down on the Third Prince somewhat, serving the royal family could earn him a higher-level Breathing Method.
Yet after going out under cover of darkness to make inquiries and returning, he reported gravely to the Third Prince, "Your Highness, that noble never left the countess's castle tonight. But none of the people I've asked so far seem to know him..."
The Third Prince froze, then flew into a rage. "He hasn't left? Just what has he been doing?!"
*Damn it, Father said I must establish the