I was originally planning to visit the Lumiere Cathedral today. It was because I was confident that I had gained Professor Lawrence's approval.
So, if I had gone to the cathedral, an event related to his sister was bound to happen. .
However, I had to put that plan on hold for now because sothing more important ca up. It's about my fiancée.
Moreover, is she not Regina Erenbert, an important character among important characters? This is a matter of utmost importance.
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
The carriage slowly advanced towards the central square. I was quietly lost in thought when I noticed Dolph's expression, as if he wanted to say sothing, entering my view. He seed hesitant and cautious around .
"Dolph."
"Yes, yes?"
"If you have sothing to say, go ahead."
I initiated the conversation. Dolph, whose true feelings were discovered, made a flustered expression. Scratching his head, he began to speak.
"It's just that since you ntioned you are going to et Miss Regina..."
"Is there a problem?"
"No. It's just that—isn't today the anniversary of your engagent?"
"What?"
I was surprised by the unexpected comnt.
An engagent anniversary? I had no idea.
There was no way I could have known. It's not sothing that's ntioned in the ga at all.
"Hold on, stop the carriage for a mont."
"Ah, yes."
The carriage ca to a stop. Dolph looked at , wondering if he had made so mistake. But this wasn't a mistake. If anything, it was helpful.
"She called on the engagent anniversary?"
There has to be a reason for this. It must be a test. A person who can't even rember the anniversary of their engagent?
That would be a failure as a fiancé. I almost beca that person who fails at the basics.
"Thank you, Dolph."
"Your...? Oh, no."
"Dolph."
"Yes?"
"We need to change our route. Let's stop by a jewelry store first."
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An upscale pasta restaurant located in the center of the bustling area was the place where I had agreed to et Regina.
The nu was such that it was particularly popular with won.
Even so, it didn't seem like a place that would suit Regina, because she has a completely different image from the other won who would fit here.
The Ice Chairwoman, the Knight of the Snow Wind. Whatever it is, it doesn't match pasta. But I knew Regina's taste definitely matched this restaurant.
"How many in your party?" the server asked.
"It should be under a reservation."
"May I have your na?"
"Regina."
"Ah, I see it here. Please follow ."
I followed the server. A seat by the window. Regina was already there. She was dressed in a dress, a rare sight—a fully formal outfit.
'Huh.'
My pupils shook. I realized what it ant. She didn't co as Student Council President Regina but as fiancée Regina Erenbert.
It was an occasion regarding our engagent, so she deliberately dressed accordingly.
If I had known, I would have dressed more formally. I was dressed too casually because I planned to go directly to Turk's Fencing Hall after dinner.
'Well, it can't be helped.'
At least I wasn't completely underdressed, so it wouldn't seem like I was ignoring the event.
"Have a good ti," the server who had guided to the window seat greeted and left. Regina's gaze turned towards .
Still, a cold mist that made it hard to guess her thoughts lay in her eyes. But the feeling was sowhat different than when we t at the cafeteria.
Probably because she was wearing a dress.
Her image evoked a cold blue dress. The front of the dress had a plunging neckline, which gave off a stronger sense of sensuality than usual.
The back was also deeply cut, revealing her white skin.
'Whoa!'
I quickly diverted my gaze. It wasn't because I had any perverse intentions.
It's just natural for a man's eyes to be drawn to the body of a beautiful woman. Despite the revealing outfit, Regina didn't seem bothered at all.
She wasn't the type to blink an eye at such exposure, let alone be conscious of the surrounding gazes. So she must have chosen this place for our eting. But I felt a bit overwheld.
I could feel the attention of the people around us focusing on us. Regina stood out as a person.
Over 180 cm tall, she would attract attention with her height alone, but she was an incredibly beautiful woman in a revealing dress? It would be strange if she didn't attract attention.
"It's been a while."
I swallowed dryly before speaking.
"Why don't you sit?"
The sa words as when we first t in the cafeteria. This ti, she sat down without hesitation. I made sure to fix my gaze firmly on her face.
Looking at her cleavage would be rude.
Of course, if it were the original Max, he would have been rolling his eyes and sneakily peeking at her cleavage.
Thinking about it, it made sense why Regina was so upset and called off the engagent.
"Should we start by choosing from the nu?"
"That seems right."
"Hmm, then."
I opened the nu and glanced at it once. I didn't really need to. I had already decided what to order.
"Shrimp Rosé Pasta."
As I recited the nu, I looked at Regina's face. It was because this was her favorite dish to eat here—a fact that could be known because of the possession, sothing the original Max would never have known.
So maybe she felt sothing was off, but at least on the surface, there was no particular reaction. It seed like she thought it was just a coincidence.
"I'll have the sa," Regina said, and I raised my hand.
Soon, the waiter approached.
"Two shrimp rosé pastas, and," I turned my gaze to Regina. "Can I order a wine?"
"Do as you like."
"Then, one Altarando."
The mont I ntioned the na of the wine, this ti, I definitely felt it—the slight shimr in Regina's eyes.
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