‘Weren’t we going to keep His Highness’ identity a secret?’

‘You bloody duke! What the hell are you thinking?’

They were greatly taken aback by Eugene’s words, but the prince and his party had no choice but to take off their hoods. Although he was an impersonator of the prince, Vizak’s handsome appearance reflected his status as a member of a prestigious family of nobles. Priscilla’s eyes quivered when she saw his face.

‘A real imperial prince of the Roman Empire? Is this for real? What is a member of the imperial family doing here?’

“I-I-I give my greetings to Your Highness… I-I am Priscilla, daughter of Vincenzo Palin. I am the Vice Executive of the Palin Association’s Maren branch,” Priscilla stuttered.

“Nice to meet you, Vice Executive Palin,” Vizak responded.

“It’s my greatest honor! Please, come inside… No, some tea; no, ale or wine… maybe some wine…” Priscilla floundered even more after hearing his curt answer. As the vice executive of a large association, Priscilla regularly met with many nobles. However, it was her first time meeting a member of the imperial family.

“It’s fine. The Vice Executive can treat me just like how you treat Lord Batla,” Vizak said.

“What?! How would I dare to—” Priscilla exclaimed.

“Hmm? How dare? Hey, Vice Executive, are you saying that you can treat me however you would like but not the prince?” Eugene asked.

“No! That’s not what I’m—” Priscilla hurriedly tried to refute.

“That’s enough. Anyway, I have already made a contract with the prince. I don’t know if my schedule will allow for anything else,” Eugene stated.

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