The Clumsy Cold-Blooded Prince, Who Lost His Life Due to His Brother’s Scheming, Became the Wise King After Fighting in His Second Life for the Clumsy Marchioness

gh… My people are going to have a bad time if I don’t do something.

When I look at Marguerite, she nods with a dignified expression.

“It’s okay, Hannah and Nora.”

When I told them, they stormed into the room, swearing, “Hmp! You should have done that from the start.” “I’ll remember your face!”

“…What’s the matter?”

“No, we just came to say hello because Marguerite is officially going to be the Elder Brother’s fiancée as of today.”

Oscar responded with a fluttering air when I asked him in hushed tones while staring at him.

“Ara… What kind of wind is it that people who used to avoid me so much don’t even greet each other when they pass each other in the royal palace?”

“That’s a misunderstanding.
I always wanted to get along with Elder Brother.”

“Eh? Oh, me as well!”

Oscar sneered and jostled Josephine, who hurried to respond.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you today, Your Highness Oscar and Your Highness Josephine.”

Marguerite rose to her feet and bowed respectfully.

Her face was expressionless, as if she were wearing a mask.

“Yes, I’m delighted to meet you as well! And, since we’re already here, the four of us should have dinner tonight to welcome Marguerite.”

Oscar rambled on and on, as if the outcome was predetermined.

But…

“Oscar, Marguerite-dono, and I are going out to dinner today.
Sorry, another time.”

“Really? I believe it would be more enjoyable if there were a large number of people eating.
What do you think?”

“Marguerite-dono has just arrived at the palace.
She needs to rest and recover from her anxiety and exhaustion.
Besides…”

I take a breather and alternately look at Oscar and Josephine.

“No matter how many people are there, what fun is it to have a meal where there’s not even conversation?”

“No, it’s not…”

“No? At the very least, I don’t recall a conversation with Oscar at the dinner table.

“…”

Oscar paused, but when I pressed him further, he remained silent.

“That’s all I have to say for now, so back off…”

“”…Pardon me.””

With a grim expression on his face, Oscar walked out of the room with a puzzled Josephine.

“…Please excuse my brother and sister, Marguerite-dono.”

“No, not at all.
But I thought it was inappropriate when His Highness Dietrich is the one who should be leading by example.”

“Exactly…and Hanna, Nora, I’m sorry if I gave you a hard time.

“No, sir.”

“There’s no way!”

When I apologized, Hanna nodded without changing her expression, and Nora bowed hurriedly.

“However, as a result of that, I was reminded again of how wonderful His Highness Dietrich is.”

“I-I see…”

Marguerite’s unreserved praise made me stammer.

But I was just relieved to hear her words.