[Claude’s POV]

“What does this mean, Karendoll?”

“It is as it seems since I am now the betrothed to Kaisar-sama.”

“Yes, I know that, but that’s not what I’m asking. In the first place, you hated Master Kaisar-sama. Why are you now taking care of his belongings then? If you don’t like him, there is no need to force yourself on him.”

“Ara? When did I ever say I didn’t like Kaisar-sama? I’d rather say I’ve spent the last few days getting to know who my destiny is. And, of course, that destiny is Kaisar-sama. No one in the empire is nobler than Kaisar-sama himself. He is so strong, so handsome, so dashing. Bridgette, you’re a woman yourself, so you know what I mean. My womb is tingling, and I can’t help this feeling.”

“Why are you speaking like it’s true love? You’re the one who, until recently, was hostile towards Master, and you say, ‘I understand you’? I don’t understand it at all. Karendoll, you should just continue playing the role of a fiancée to keep the worms away and nothing more. As always, I’ll take care of Master’s personal affairs in the academy, so you don’t have to go out of your way to take care of the master you hate, you got that?”

“True love isn’t something you can just know after being together for a while. It’s something you find one day out of the blue, and it’ll strike you like lightning. I love him, and it is because I love him that I, as a woman, have asked for his hand in marriage. Therefore, I, his fiancée, will be taking care of my beloved Kaisar-sama from now on. Unlike Bridgette, who is merely a slave and became only a little closer to him a while ago, I’m Kaisar-sama’s fiancée… You got that?”

“Hun, I don’t know. The more you speak like that, the more I feel Karendoll’s idea of true love is just a lie. It’s so flimsy. Like a piece of waste paper.”

When I arrived at the school in the morning, I didn’t see the usual Karendoll, who always flies to me immediately, but rather, I saw her arguing with Bridgette at damn Kaisar’s place.

I had never seen Karendoll get so emotional in an argument, I was curious to see what they were arguing about, so I listened to their conversation, though doing so was a bit petty.

What I heard was an argument about which one of them was responsible for caring for that trash named Kaisar.

And as I listened to them arguing, I couldn’t help but overhear a few inarticulate remarks.

“Karendoll is engaged to that Kaisar?”