“…!”

The fake prince couldn’t hide his shock. The real prince also stared at Eugene with blank eyes. It appeared he was quite shocked as well.

It wasn‘t just the two of them.

Pranbow, Princess Lilisain, and even Galfredik looked rather surprised as they stared at Eugene. Only Romari remained unfazed as she was still devoting herself to calculations.

It was a natural reaction. The Roman Empire was a power recognized by the entire world. There was even a saying that all culture stemmed from the Roman Empire. It was customary since ancient times for new kings of countries and newly established dynasties to send a messenger to the emperor to report the change. So how could someone refuse a proposal from the imperial prince of such a place? It would be an extremely difficult decision to make, regardless of one’s race and nationality.

“Kuhaha! That’s my master!” Galfredik shouted boisterously. He stemmed from a poor family of knights, and he found Eugene’s attitude extremely pleasing and refreshing.

It was only natural! It didn’t matter if it was the request of an imperial prince. His master was the monarch of the Dark Clan. Someone worthy of representing an entire race didn’t need to dwell on a prince's proposal. Moreover, Romari was usually quite fussy. For her to remain calm in facing the unexpected situation meant that she already knew this truth.

“O-oh, no. It’s not something to refuse just like...