The sixth prince, who had been executed in the kingdom after being betrayed by the trusted saint, was reincarnated and, in order to seek revenge, became engaged once again to the neighboring kingdom’s “Guillotine Princess.” As a result, he was adored and lived happily.

“Sigh…”

It was finally the day of the baptism ceremony. Overwhelmed by nervousness, I stood in front of the mirror, trying to loosen the tight collar by slipping my fingers in.

“Your Highness Gustave, it suits you very well!”

“Haha, thank you.”

Although I didn’t particularly care for Marriet’s compliment, if it looked good, that was all that mattered. The outfit I was wearing for today’s ceremony had been tailored with Princess Abigail a few days ago. It was predominantly white to fit the solemn occasion.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

With Marriet in tow, I visited Princess Abigail’s room.

“I’m sorry. His Highness is currently preparing.”

“I see… Then I’ll wait outside the room.”

“Very well.”

Claire bowed without changing her expression. Ever since the encounter with Glenn, she never let her emotions show in our presence and maintained a strictly professional demeanor. I couldn’t afford to make Princess Abigail dislike me any further.

Come to think of it, I heard from General Cyrus that while I was receiving treatment in the infirmary after my sparring match with Glenn, Claire had taken the brunt of it on behalf of her brother. She had apologized on Glenn’s behalf but was promptly kicked out of the infirmary.

However, it couldn’t be just that incident that made Princess Abigail act this way. There must have been something more to her changing attitude toward me. I, who knew the real her, could tell.

“We’re ready now. Please come in.”

After a while, Claire led us into the room.

“Your Highness Gustave…”

Dressed in white with a touch of red accents, she gazed at me. Her small, adorable lips were adorned with lipstick, and I couldn’t help but be captivated.

“Your Highness Abigail, you look incredibly beautiful. Words alone can’t describe it.”

“Th-thank you…”

Despite Claire and Marriet’s presence, Princess Abigail blushed and smiled shyly. But soon, she remembered that we were not alone, and her usual mask returned.

Seeing her like that made my heart ache.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

I took her hand, and we headed towards the entrance of the palace.

The venue for the baptism ceremony was a central square in the capital city of Rondinia. We would be riding in a carriage, greeted by the cheers of the citizens lining the streets.

Well, I couldn’t expect much applause for the sixth prince of Valrois and the “Guillotine Princess.”

“Sister! Your Highness Gustave!”

As soon as we reached the entrance, Bridget, who was already there, rushed over.

“Bridget, do your best today.”

“Thank you! And…”

Bridget hesitantly peered at my face, a gesture that probably meant she wanted some words of encouragement from me.

“This is my first time attending the baptism ceremony, but I’m here to support Bridget with Your Highness Abigail.”

I said that, and Abigail squeezed my hand slightly. She, too, remained silent.

Yes, my fiancée was Princess Abigail, and there was no room for Bridget to interfere. I had to make that clear to her, so there would be no misunderstandings.

“Thank you so much! With your support, I’ll do my best at this year’s baptism ceremony!”

After a brief pause, Bridget curtsied with a beaming smile.

She had been quite persistent since the party on the day we arrived in the kingdom. And it wasn’t the behavior of a sister toward her sister’s fiancé; it was more like she was trying to seduce me. Of course, I had politely turned her down each time and reported everything to Princess Abigail. I didn’t want to be suspected of anything because of her actions.

Well, to be honest, I found her jealousy quite cute, but I couldn’t be too dismissive of her. Until I could uncover the truth, I had to maintain a delicate balance—keeping Bridget at a distance while not causing any misunderstandings with Princess Abigail.

We each got into our respective carriages and headed to the central square where the baptism ceremony would take place. The streets were filled with a large crowd waving their hands and flags, and confetti was fluttering in the air.

Of course, the spectators’ attention and cheers were mainly directed at Bridget, and hardly anyone paid attention to us.

Nevertheless, Princess Abigail carried herself with regal grace, walking down the grand avenue. She looked beautiful, and I was proud to be her fiancé.

“I…I only have eyes for you.”

I whispered softly, almost inaudibly, as the crowd’s cheers drowned out my voice. With all the noise from the spectators, I was sure she couldn’t hear me.

Or so I thought.

“Oh, really… To say such things at a time like this…”

It seemed she had heard me clearly. Princess Abigail blushed crimson, and her expression hinted at something mischievous as she pursed her lips.