Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

"Luke and Leah told the Third Prince to be vigilant, but goodbye"

"Well, Dean,"

I'm shaking my head like Stan was out next door, but to be honest, I couldn't make a decision. Even if the third prince is the one who took Leah in Wester, from the beginning, he can't make the right decision in that person.

Because if it's really the killer who took Leah, there's also a desire to uncover the intent and bring him to justice. But while diplomacy vis-à-vis a country called Easter itself, King Dam, is no different than it has been before, there is no speculation at all as to why only the Third Prince tries to harm Allvance. Besides Leah's testimony and Luke's account, there's no evidence. I am to be regarded as a third prince, as I am no longer in the situation.

"Well, to be honest, you don't have eyes for people. I told you to look with your cloudless eyes, but what you can't see can't help."

I say it like Stan looked at me. It conveys the feeling that it's the troubled one.

"Isn't that just too much? There's very little trouble in social or business."

I don't think I have eyes to see, but I haven't had any trouble. I'll refute it once and for all.

"If I had eyes to see, I wouldn't be divorced in the first place"

It's a little hard when you say that.

"Besides, unless it directly affected me, or even if it did, whether they were bad guys or good guys, they couldn't feed their eyes to see because they weren't interested in other people at all. You'll deserve it."

Stan today is somewhat harsh. But it's true that he wasn't interested in the others, so he keeps his mouth shut.

"Look, Dean. You don't have to be preconceived by the Third Prince. But be interested. I don't think we have that much opportunity to have a conversation, but it's important to take advantage of the few opportunities and try to read them as much as possible."

It's hard for me to be interested in it in itself, but if the Third Prince was really harmful to Leah, I have to be sure. I was ready and headed to the Remington family party.

"Well, Dean, Stan, Julia, I'm glad you're here."

"Thank you for the invitation. Broad, long time no see."

As beautiful as ever, Ange greeted me in a good mood. Even if royalty came, you can't officially welcome him at the castle because King Dam didn't invite him. That's why Remington is a party in the form of a personal welcome.

"I've been busy with work. Dean and Stan look fine and most importantly, we missed Luke and Gil."

Broad, who adores his daughter, but doesn't have a son, cares about Luke and Gil. Just as Stan's wife Julia cares about Leah. But lately it's been a long time since I've been passionate about commerce and often not in Wang Capital.

"So, what's it like?"

Stan asks straight. Ange raises an eyebrow, but I'm not asking Ange, so Broad laughed bitterly as if he had no choice.

"I thought it would be a little difficult to make out with Chris, but while I was busy, I grew up thinking a lot about people. I wonder how well I was studying at His Highness Nicholas. Well, it seems compatible, but we're still ahead of us. So much so that we can be one of our candidates."

Will you come all the way to King Dam for that, seeing as it still goes ahead? I was less interested because I thought about keeping Leah away, but a faint discomfort about this abrupt pageant has been attached all along.

Anyway, I'd like to introduce you.

"That's unusual, Dean. I didn't think you'd be interested, even if you were an Easter royal. I even assumed you wouldn't come like Morsey."

How uninterested I am in people. And did Morsey still not show his face?

"Regardless of the royalty, Chris' opponents will have the same kids as Luke and the year after year. There's no harm in keeping you face-to-face."

It is a soothing way to say while I am at it so as not to be thought of as the Third Prince's aim.

Looking over the wide hall, I can see Remington's daughter, Felicia, following a blonde-haired man. Chris is the one jumping at that foot. The soft hair color of milk tea is more noticeable to me than gold. Instead of the parents greeting the visiting guests, I guess they're entertaining the guests. Serious kid, I think.

"Look, I've just recently been interested in Felicia, and I haven't grasped her personality."

Even if Stan tells me in a small voice, I can't say it back because it's true. Because Leah and Chris have become involved, and in that relationship, we've finally got an eye for Felicia, too.

But what I should see now is the Third Prince of Easter. Blonde hair, disappointing, more like an escort than a nobleman. And.

You sensed us coming nearby, and those eyes that turned this way, like royalty, were golden.

"Well, the color of the royal family as rumored"

Crushed like Stan said unintentionally. But I was caught in the eye. If you go to the castle, such as the golden eye, it will be a mess.

I should have turned this one around curious, but my eyes don't feel worth it before I turn around. I did see that somewhere.

Eyes that are not interested in others. Eyes that don't even care about me. From the mirror, my eyes always look back at this one.

It's me.

I looked down unexpectedly and smiled bitterly. You must have seen it somewhere.

"Dean?"

"Huh, it's nothing. It's nothing."

Now, face to face with the third prince that Leah, who doesn't hate people, tells you to be careful.