"I don't understand."

Gregory's eyes flickered with flames of anger.

"Speaking of talent, I'm a student of Saint Louis, he's just a test subject from the White Tower, how talented could he be."

"Speaking of professional rank, at the latest in half a month, I will be promoted to level seven, whereas he, even with royal support, is only level four."

"Speaking of family background, my Todd family inherits the glory of the Argyle and the But families, it's no worse than a slave."

"Speaking of appearance, I..."

Gregory stuttered halfway through his sentence.

After a moment, with mounting shame and anger, he said:

"I'm no less than him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Olivia burst into laughter.

The housekeeper nearby couldn't help but smile.

Even at times when the swan was at odds with Louis, she could not deny one thing.

That is, this person indeed possesses a rare appearance.

Gregory might boast about other things, but to claim "I'm no less than him" in terms of looks.

The swan just wanted to laugh out loud.

If you want to step on him, just say it, and I can even praise your guts.

Spouting nonsense here, aren't you feeling guilty?

But you can't deny that to those around, Gregory's status and assets are indeed impressive.

He could even use his status to climb up to the dukes.

Even a fallen duke is still a duke.

He even faintly heard others discussing him.

"That Count Harley's family member, I hear he performs quite well at Saint Louis Academy."

"After all, he inherits the resources and connections of two major dukes."

"I hear he's popular with the girls at school, but saying that in this setting is a bit..."

"Shh, don't risk it, keep quiet!"

A shadow crossed Gregory's eyes.

Just then, a luxurious carriage slowly approached and eventually stopped in front of everyone.

Ordinarily, ball attendees would be stopped by the Royal Guard.

But this carriage seemed to have received special permission, driving straight to the parking area without hindrance.

Everyone whispered.

"Which noble family could the Royal Guard allow direct entry?"

"Platinum color scheme, tulip crest, could it be from the Imperial Party..."

"It's surely the Marquis York from the Imperial Party."

"It shouldn't be possible, even for Marquis York, the Royal Guard wouldn't allow direct entry unless..."

"Could there be someone even more important in that carriage?"

Gregory's eyes lit up, as if he'd found a reason to criticize, pointing at a platinum carriage with a tulip crest parked by the roadside, sneering:

"If that Prince Louis came from an established family like the York family and proved his capabilities, he wouldn't give others unnecessary thoughts."

But the jealousy had clouded his mind, and he completely failed to notice the platinum carriage quietly opening behind him.

Under everyone's gaze, Louis stepped down from Marquis York's carriage.

Along with him, came Marquis York.

Seeming to sense the swan's gaze, Louis turned his head to look in their direction.

At that moment, his bright black hair was slicked back, exposing his sharp, upward-slanting eyes.

His chiseled features were clear even from afar.

A four-piece ensemble with peaked lapels, more than the usual three-piece suit, including a long coat, the precise fit outlining his tall body.

At that moment, Louis held an eagle-shaped scepter, appearing before everyone, like a majestic eagle under the daylight, cold and imposing.

The Albert chain he adorned lent him an indescribably noble aura.

But what left an indelible impression on everyone were those eyes.

They were sharp, like a sword, a keen blade!

"Mr. Sean, Lady Fafnir, Lord York, please."

Louis said without distress or delight.

The expression on Gregory's face gradually stiffened, turning green and purple alternately.

People around were bewildered.

Who exactly was this extraordinarily noble-looking young man?

This demeanor made the swan want to whistle.

She dared to swear by her heart that this lad from the mystery nation had timed his entrance perfectly on purpose.

"Olivia, were you waiting for me here?"

Hearing Louis's familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Gregory began to experience the myocardial infarction his father, Harley, had just gone through.

Olivia snorted softly and discreetly turned her gaze away.

"Trouble, Louis is too dangerous today."

The swan, distracted, unconsciously swapped Louis for the mysterious nation's person in her mind.

But the stubborn swan prided herself on a life of recklessness.

Having been vexed by Gregory's undermining, for some reason, she now felt utterly relieved.

She cooperatively showed a sweet smile:

"Of course, after all, today is Sister Wang's engagement ball, if I don't come to fetch you, who will?"

——Though the swan had originally intended to help him fend off a little trick.

But she couldn't resist the fact that the lad from the mystery nation was giving her face today.

Even when feeling slightly stifled inside, she still played along with Louis's show.

There's no other choice.

Transparent!

So transparent!

This feeling of emerging at a critical moment is truly addictive.

Louis looked at Olivia's radiant smile, reminiscent of sunlight in spring, momentarily bewildered.

He actually hadn't quite understood the situation.

Previously, he hadn't disembarked because he was discussing matters with Marquis York and the Sapphire Dragon couple.

So when he saw the swan's exuberant look now, he was initially puzzled.

But seeing Gregory beside him, whom he couldn't quite remember but seemed familiar, his expression revealed understanding.

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