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"Wake up already. Since when was Lord Kyros yours?"
After the happy news was announced, countless young women were heartsick.
The man about to marry was steady and resolute, his strength plain for all to see. He held an important position and possessed staggering wealth-with the way those two leaders did things, they would never shortchange their followers.
Besides, in a world where looks were generally "unconventional,"
his appearance already counted as quite outstanding.
Naturally, he had become the leading man in the dreams of countless girls on the island.
Now those dreams had shattered, and stifled sobs and sighs could be heard in every street and alley.
"Come to think of it, is His Majesty also...?"
"Stop dreaming. Lady Bainessarna has always been at His Majesty's side. They're inseparable."
A group of girls who had only just wiped away their tears gathered again in the blink of an eye, lowering their voices to gossip.
"Then... what about Lord Rossi?"
"Lord Rossi is wonderful too, of course, but..."
That lord's movements were elusive. He rarely appeared in public and seemed to have little interest in women, much to the frustration of Dressrosa's lovestruck girls.
But that was precisely why he had not caused a greater stir.
Otherwise, with his standing, strength, and looks, he might have ended up like a certain future nobleman known as "White Horse,"
whose overwhelming popularity left vast numbers of young women in his country unwilling to marry...
In the end, the royal household had no choice but to provide that prince with ample servants, money, and a magnificent ship, sending him out to sea so other countries could bear that "trouble"
instead.
Sometimes, outstanding looks attracted unnecessary attention.
Ordinary people continued their daily routines, while a grand wedding proceeded in orderly fashion.
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