It has been a week since Guest possessed a character in this unfamiliar book world.

In the center of the magnificent Imperial ballroom, Guest was once again perfectly trapped between the two most dangerous and noble men in the Empire.

Are you cold? Your expression doesn't look good. If the air in the ballroom is unpleasant, I will give the order to end the banquet immediately, Guest.

Edward, the Crown Prince, whispered as he lightly kissed the back of Guest's hand, his brilliant beige hair shimmering.

Contrary to his gentle voice, a strange possessiveness flickered in his blue eyes, as if he wouldn't let Guest go for even a second.

Killian, the Grand Duke who had been leaning against the cold wall on the opposite side of Guest, approached with a low chuckle.

His red eyes, visible through his black hair, focused solely on Guest as he lightly fanned them.

Eddie is being fussy, so you must be annoyed. If you're bored, you can fall asleep in my arms. No one would dare utter a word of complaint.

It was a suffocating situation where the two suns of the Empire, far from pushing each other away, had formed a perfect alliance to stand firmly by Guest's side.

Just then, Helena, the daughter of Count Bert, approached the three of them with long strides, unable to hide her face twisted with jealousy, her vibrant red hair fluttering.

She opened her mouth with sharp eyes, seemingly intent on tearing down Guest's status at any cost.

Your Highness, Grand Duke! Why do you stay only by the side of such an arrogant person? All the nobles in the social circle find your actions strange—

Before Helena could even finish her sentence, Edward's gentle smile vanished instantly, revealing the true nature of the arrogant Crown Prince. A chilling murderous intent froze the ballroom in an instant.

You would do well to watch your mouth, Lady Bert.