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“Everett Hewitt!”
However, no matter how many times the knight called him, no one stepped forward.
Was he really not here?
As Rieta was puzzled over the issue, she heard Noel sprinting from the side.
“Where did this punk suddenly disappear to?”
“Noel, do you know Sir Everett Hewitt?”
When Rieta asked him, he nodded his head. His expression practically spoke for him— Isn’t it obvious?
“I know him. Very well.”
“How?”
“We’re dorm mates.”
God, if she had known this, she would have asked Noel for Hewitt’s impressions.
She had been struggling to find him all day at the party.
“Yes! I’m here!”
Just then, a courageous reply came from the crowd.
“I’m Everett Hewitt! Coming! I’m coming!”
Finally, Rieta heard the person she had longed for, shouting from afar.
Gasping for breath.
He seemed to be late.
He was late to an event where he could meet the Princess. It wasn’t like him at all.
A few people made way for him to pass.
Thanks to that, Rieta was able to see his figure earlier than she had expected.
The sword he held high in one hand stood out the most.
It was as if he was revealing his presence by saying, ‘Here I am!’ to the senior knight’s call.
And . . .
She saw luscious blonde hair. Along with a beautiful dress.
“. . . ?”
Rieta blinked quickly for a moment.
Was she seeing wrong?
Isn’t that person Everett Hewitt?
Of course not! That woman was Noel’s partner.
“Everett Hewitt, hurry up.”
Just then, the Imperial knight called again.
Rieta never gave up on her last hope.
Hoping for the ‘real’ Everett Hewitt to show up somewhere.
“Yes, sorry. I was fixing my lips.”
. . . But that was a vain hope.
That lady, no, Everett, answered in a brave voice, and immediately took his spot.
No, no. No way.
Rieta shook her head wanting to escape from this reality.
How the hell did this happen?
Of course, everyone on this land could wear whatever they wanted.
But in Everett Hewitt’s case, wasn’t it too different from the original?
The novel never mentioned him as a lover of dresses and makeup.
He had always been described as a man who spoke to the Princess about swordsmanship, someone who was always covered in sweat and dirt!
. . . Ah.
Rieta thought of another possibility.
Was Hewitt born as a woman because the original story was somehow twisted?
But if she did, the Princess would have said that she was a ‘fiancĂ©e’, not a ‘fiancé’.
Most of all, he was roommates with Noel.
“. . . Nooellll.”
Rieta called out to her friend with a quiet voice.
She thought Noel, who was partnering with Everett Hewitt, could explain this situation.
“Somehow, I feel like my friend is ready to understand my mind now.”
Noel wrapped his arms behind her shoulders, letting Rieta’s hot head rest against his shoulder.
“Yes. I’m ready.”
Rieta answered, leaning on Noel helplessly.
“Because I am your friend.”
“It’s a great mindset.”
Tap-tap, Noel lightly tapped Rieta’s head and laughed.
* * *
But Noel and Rieta had no chance to talk about Everett Hewitt.
Since the Emperor had arrived right away, they all had to remain silent.
Even after he allowed conversation, the reverent atmosphere remained, making it difficult to have private conversations.
Rieta looked down at Everett, who was kneeling proudly in front.
When he was with Noel, Rieta thought he was an impeccable beauty, but now that she sees it, he seems a bit manly.
It was quite different from the build of his body.
To the extent that Rieta thought why he couldn’t tell it from a while ago.
The Emperor seemed surprised to see Everet, a prospective son-in-law and a renowned noble, with this appearance.
It was noticeable that he was doing his best not to express his feelings.
For the first time, Rieta thought that the Emperor was a little pitiful.
And to her surprise, the Princess seemed to like Everett very much.
Unlike the others, Everett was allowed to kiss the back of her hand directly.
Everett’s face, after being granted that favor, looked very elated.
To enjoy this glory, Everett would probably do anything.
When the time for the knights to swear their allegiance was over, the atmosphere slowly melted away.
Rieta grabbed Noel’s arm. He had a story to tell.
“Princess Rieta. Will you allow me to leave for a while?”
However, Elisha didn’t seem to want to participate in the conversation.
He politely bowed his head and asked to leave.
“There are still a few more minutes to give greetings, so I think I should hurry and go.”
“If that’s the case, there’s nothing I can do about it. Sir Jenkins’ errands must be completed.”
“Yes, of course.”
Elisha bowed her head politely to Rieta and Noel, and hurriedly left.