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“Princess.”
Hearing a calm voice behind her, Rieta Liz quickly looked back.
There was a beautiful boy with a very displeased expression.
Noel Mayer.
He had great features, extraordinary intelligence, and a great family, but he didn’t get the position of ‘male lead.’
He was the second male lead of this world.
“In the etiquette of the Mekidia Empire, there’s something such as ‘We consider the feelings of our opponent.’ I never expected the princess to know such common sense like that.”
Oh, that’s right.
Rieta thought of something else he lacked.
It must be a ‘good personality.’
Noel Mayer was successful in maintaining his “ill-tempered” personality ever since he was 10 years old, which was the first time when he first met her.
“I have that much formula, too.” (She misspelled it from 상식 to 산식)
Noel immediately pointed out the error in her answer.
“It’s not formula, it’s common sense.”
“Formula.”
“The flat pronunciation of the kingdom has no signs of improving after several years? What you’re talking about is formula, and the correct pronunciation is common sense.”
“Yes, Four Kings.” (And now what she said became ì‚Źì™•ì‹œì”)
Rieta followed him perfectly, but with a more rounded pronunciation.
Of course, Noel didn’t seem to think so.
It was clear when she saw his slightly crooked smile.
“Come here, Princess.”
As Rieta approached him, he turned the chair and faced her face to face.
“Try it again.”
“Formula.”
He looked at Rieta’s lips carefully and asked her to try again.
Slowly this time.
“For—”
“When you say that, here.”
His hand touched Rieta’s lips.
He pushed carefully to the center.
“Back to here.”
“Common sense.”
It seemed he finally liked her pronunciation now.
There was a nice smile on the boy’s face because she finally pronounced it correctly.
“Say it one more time.”
Rieta repeated the same word, leaving her face to him.
He smiled as if it wasn’t bad this time again.
“Good job.”
She wished that he would look like this on a normal day.
No, she didn’t want that.
At least, she hoped he wouldn’t just stab people with sharp words before the afterglow of that shiny face faded away.
“But I think you learn more slowly than others.”
“
..”
He took his hand off Rieta’s face and turned to his original business.
So, that was the reason why he called Rietta, who was planning to turn around and go out, to stop.
“I’d like you to stop leaving this lump of sugar on my desk in the morning.”
What Noel referred to as ‘a lump of sugar’ was actually a ‘macaron’.
“Noel, you don’t like this, do you?”
“Yes, I don’t like it.”
As he frowned, but Rieta replied with a bright smile.
“Yes, so eat it.”
“
..”
Noel answered with his facial expression instead of speaking.
In other words, that meant his face was very wrinkled.
However, Rieta didn’t back down.
He needed to get used to sweets from now on.
The future male lead would have learned to give the female lead’s favorite sweets to her by the time the party was held.
The male lead didn’t mind going to all the trouble of choosing the most delicious food by himself to give to the female lead.
It may look trivial, but these things allowed the relationship between the female and male to lead to progress.
Rieta picked up a macaron.
He improved her pronunciation, so she was thinking of improving his appetite in return.
Noel looked at the small macaron near his mouth. He smiled strangely and asked.
“Do you want to feed me that much?”
When Rieta nodded with a natural expression on her face, the boy took a bite of the macaron, acting as if he was being generous toward her.
It would be hard to finish one, so let’s stop here for today.
Rieta put the limited edition macaron that was already bitten by him, into her mouth.
Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside! She was pleased with the pleasant texture and the gentle sweetness she tasted from the macaron.
As expected, sweet things were the best.
Rieta, who was savoring the last bits of the macaron, realized that Noel was looking at her strangely.
Was it because macarons didn’t suit his palate?
“
Noel?”
When she called him carefully, Noel sighed deeply, trying not to say something.