Francis scoffed at Killian, who was pulling the princess closely like a mother bird carrying a baby bird. "Killian, you're too sensitive. You're on high alert, as if I were going to eat the princess. Let's not blush at each other on a good day."

Despite Francis's provocation, Killian went sideways, ignoring his brother without saying a word.

Francis watched the appearance of Killian and the princess as they greeted other royal families, his face scornful as he rose. "Marquis Marius, I think I've shown good manners as an elder brother with this much, so let's go. Seeing Killian today, I can't wait to get the confident look off his face. How's the work going?"

Chasing after Francis, Marius replied, "I heard it'll be ready in a couple of days. As soon as we're ready, we're going to start with a territory near the capital."

"That's good. I like it very much. Now I'll be done with this boring brotherhood play. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for has come."

Killian, with a look of contentment at the celebration of the n.o.bles, saw Francis exit the banquet hall with a thoughtful face.

As a result, he was able to concentrate on the main ceremony only after the celebration was completed and the Emperor's congratulatory speech began. When the engagement was over, he took Julietta out to the middle of the dance stage.

As Killian stood face to face with Julietta for the dance that would start the party, admiration flowed out from those who surrounded them. Those who predicted what kind of dress Princess Kiellini would wear were disappointed, since her dress was unusual and beautiful, but too simple for an engagement-style dress.

The dress of an ordinary boat neckline was a simple design that flowed smoothly down the line of the body without any decorations. The skirt that was drawn long and drawn by wrinkles at the back was unique, but had no particular features other than covering the entire dress with lace fabric.

The ornaments looked even simpler, as she did not wear anything except for diamond earrings.

When the ladies who were envious of the princess talked behind the scenes that it was too informal for a royal engagement dress, Julietta faced Killian in the middle of the stage. Everyone burst into admiration when her back was exposed to people who couldn't see her reversed, bareback view, thanks to Killian's covering her with his body and arms.

The back of the white dress was draped to the waist and decorated with ribbons. The tail of the ribbon, made of small diamonds woven like a net, stretched long along the back of the skirt, glistening as she moved for the dance. Diamond ribbons were dazzling along the elongated hems of the skirt, and the elegantly curving bare back looked whiter than the white dress.

Killian's brow frowned as the party hall roared at the image of the eye-riveting Princess Kiellini. It was a basic move of the dance to slightly raise one's hand on the other's waist, but Prince Killian's hand spread out on the back of Princess Kiellini, as if to hide his fiancée's back. The Prince's large hand on the slender back thrilled the hearts of the young ladies, and the party hall became noisy once again.

"I'm going to the Chartreu Dressing Shop tomorrow."

"I also want to order a dress with that design."

Trying to ignore Princess Kiellini, the young ladies had so far deliberately ostracized her dressing shop, but now surrendered.

"If my fiancé tucks my back when I dance in that dress… Ah! I'm so excited."

"I have a big mole on my back. What if I go to the dressing shop to discuss it?"

"Does the princess put powder on her back, too? How can it be so white and beautiful?"

"She would have applied it. Oh, my G.o.d, I have to wear makeup on my back now."

"But I never imagined that the lace dress would look so elegant."

"You wouldn't have thought of making a dress out of lace."

Oswald looked at the beautiful pair with emotional eyes amid the whispers of the ladies, couldn't resist the excitement, and put one hand around his chest while turning around.

"Oswald, please stop the sudden turns, or give me a signal before you do." The sudden turn of Oswald in his dark green jacket made of glossy satin and a pink blouse angered Adam, who nearly spit out his drink.

"It's because I can't suppress this feeling. Ah! I want to dance like crazy. I want to sublimate this joy, impression, and hope for the future into dance. Ah..."

Whether he really wanted to express his emotions with his body, Spencer held his hand coolly down as Oswald raised one hand to heaven, his other hand on his heart.

"I understand your mind well enough, so calm down. Now, try to soothe your mind with your favorite flower."

As Valerian picked a flower out of the decorated vase, Spencer took it and put it between Oswald's fingers. Oswald gently closed his eyes, holding the coveted flower between his fingers to his nose.

"If I wasn't a n.o.bleman, I'd be the best dancer on the continent. Oh, heavens help me. Why did you give me this artistic spirit?"

When they saw Oswald inhaling the fragrance of the flower repeatedly to control his surging emotions, they thought, "It's something more than that."