My Engagement was Cancelled so I will stop Pretending to be a Fool

On the second floor of the castle.

At the window of the room assigned to Olivia, two opera glasses are reflecting the sunlight.

One is Olivia’s, another is Cyrus’s. The two are standing side by side and staring at the gazebo in the garden.

The roof of the gazebo which is made for the people at the castle to enjoy tea in the garden is of a pentagonal cone shape. It has no walls and there are five white pillars carved with ivy patterns that match the corner of its roof. Surrounding the gazebo are shrubs and bushes cut into various animal shapes.
A man and a woman are in that gazebo.

One is Cyrus’s older brother Alan the First Prince. The other is Florencia, the Third Princess of Levanor who has just arrived at the castle yesterday.

Florencia is a 16 years old petite princess with light pink shaded golden hair. On her small face is a pair of big bluish-purple eyes. However, her appearance right now seems like that of a trembling wild rabbit being cornered by a wolf.

“Perhaps Aniue is scaring her?”

“I don’t believe so.”

Hearing Cyrus’s words, Olivia shook her head. Alan usually acts gently around women. He wouldn’t act in a way that would scare a foreign princess that visits their country for the first time.

“Rather, it looks like His Highness Alan is troubled though.”

“Let me see.”

Cyrus shifted his opera glasses slightly to the right.

Looking closely at the magnified image of his elder brother, it seems that Alan has plastered a smile on his face but the corners of his eyebrows are slightly lowered. He certainly looked like he’s troubled.

“What on earth are they talking about I wonder.”

“Even I’ve never learned to read lips after all.”

While they were doing that, Cyrus’s escort was staring at them with a bitter smile at a distance.

Princess Florencia of Levanor arrived here yesterday and she will be staying for a month.

And the purpose of her visit is to meet Alan.

“How many points would you rate their meeting today?”

“I don’t see their lips moving much so I don’t think that the atmosphere is that good?”

“I’ve never known Aniue to be a poor talker though.”

“Since he is a little older than her, perhaps he just couldn’t find the right topic?”

“I see. They are 6 years apart huh. Leaving that difference aside, it would be hard for a 16 years old princess to talk with a 6 years older Ojisan after all.”

(TLN: Ojisan = Uncle, Old man)

“Ojisan…..”

Olivia smiles bitterly at his words with the opera glasses in hand. Calling the 22 years old Alan an [Ojisan] is hardly appropriate. If that gets to his ears then he will certainly get upset.

“There’s no tea or sweets served at the table at all huh.”

“I guess it’s a failure today then.”

“Alright, let’s report to Father that [It’s going well].”

Said Cyrus as he put away the opera glasses.

Following him, Olivia also puts away her glasses in the drawer. After the two moved to the couch, Taylor began preparing tea for them.

As though it’s only natural, Olivia sits down at Cyrus’s side and sips on the freshly brewed tea.

However, as the two were enjoying their afternoon tea time leisurely, the other side of the door turned noisy.

It’s a series of loud footsteps.

While Olivia was wondering what’s going on, the door to her room swung open with a bang.

“You two! What are you trying to pull by spying on me!”

The one who leapt into the room was the out-of-breath Alan who was entertaining the princess in the garden earlier.