If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103
From the day I had a brief conversation with Leonhardt onward, Emilian became an entirely different person.
He ate meals at regular intervals, slept when night fell, and devoted his time after completing all classes and assignments to magical engineering research.
Though a servant still had to throw him into a bathtub filled with cold water each morning to wake him, at least he had broken the habit of sleeping hidden away elsewhere.
“Miela, is that really Emil? Could he be a lookalike? A hidden twin we never knew about?”
Lester, who found the suddenly well-behaved Emilian unfamiliar, approached me and asked this outright.
“It’s him.”
This time, no one suggested that Lester was spouting nonsense.
Rather, they sent me looks of understanding, as if they had all entertained the same thought.
Only Lester had asked it aloud, but everyone else had been thinking something similar.
“I see.”
Lester shook his head with an expression of complete disbelief.
Only Leonhardt remained composed.
When his eyes met Emilian’s, he even offered a faint smile.
Yet Emilian himself trembled with cold indoors despite the clear, bright weather outside.
‘For a rabbit, he’s quite the predator.’
I stifled my observation and let out a quiet laugh, keeping it to myself for Emilian and Leonhardt’s sake.
And just as everyone at Roderick had adapted to Emilian’s transformed self, he returned to House of Noyen.
‘Or rather, he was finally able to return?’
It was only then that Leonhardt had given his permission.

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The very next day after Emilian’s departure.
The Marquis and Marquise Noyen, moved to tears by their son’s transformation, sent an invitation along with a thoughtfully prepared gift.
It was an invitation to Emilian’s homecoming celebration party.
‘When did he even come home?’
The Marquis and Marquise Noyen seemed eager to show off the changed Emilian to society.
The parents who had witnessed Emilian’s transformation firsthand simply smiled, understanding the couple’s sentiments.
“The party is next week, then.”
The only problem was that the hastily arranged schedule made it difficult to find time.
“Emil and the Prince will attend!”
The Marquis and Marquise Noyen sent individual invitations to our entire family as a gesture of formal hospitality.
However, since those attending Emilian’s homecoming party would mostly be children our age, there was no real need for our other family members to attend.
Besides, we were still children without external commitments, so we could naturally participate.
“Very well. I’ll send the reply for you.”
Since Leonhardt and I had been so inseparable, my family now treated it as a matter of course that we would go together, responding as if it were only natural.
Leonhardt as well.
He simply whispered, asking how to coordinate our attire.
“Are you planning to wear that new olive-colored dress from last time? If so, I’d like to prepare my outfit in a similar tone.”
What was he doing? This wasn’t even a partner-accompanied ball.
I looked at Leonhardt and corrected myself clearly.
“Actually, I’ll wear the frilled cobalt blue dress. Green tones don’t suit you well.”
Well, you do look cute like a rabbit in a meadow…
I swallowed the rest of my words.
Leonhardt nodded obediently.
“Understood.”
Time passed, and the day of the party finally arrived.
We arrived at the Noien Marquis’ Mansion dressed in coordinated outfits that made it obvious to anyone we were partners.
“Thank you for coming.”
Emilian, dressed in formal attire for a child, was greeting guests with polite courtesy.
Unlike the last time I was invited, there were no cookie crumbs on his suit, and his clothes weren’t wrinkled as if he’d just woken up.
His eyes were even clear, suggesting he’d slept properly at night, and his expression didn’t convey reluctance.
‘I wonder what he’s really thinking.’
In fact, within Roderick, there had been a split opinion about whether Emilian had reverted to his original self after returning home, so I found it rather surprising.
“It’s been a while, Emil.”
I was exchanging greetings with proper courtesy due to the presence of others.
“Oh my, who is this! Welcome. Your Highness the Prince, and Miela.”
Marquise Noyen, who had been greeting acquaintances, approached us with a bright smile.
Hearing his wife’s voice, Marquis Noyen, who had been greeting guests on another side, excused himself and came over.
“We have honored guests.”
Since this was Emilian’s homecoming party, most of the invited guests appeared young, and many came with guardians.
When Marquis Noyen, the leading figure of the Neutral Faction, openly welcomed Leonhardt, eyes darted busily among the people.
They were busy assessing the changing political landscape.
‘If Noyen supports Leonhardt after Roderick, things will become complicated.’
The Emperor still hoped the Crown Prince would succeed him and was backing him accordingly.
The Crown Prince, seeing the situation had changed from the first round, was now working harder to gather his forces.
‘But the weight is different.’
The names of Roderick and Noyen carried far more substance than several ordinary families combined.
I felt a sense of satisfaction and gave Leonhardt a meaningful glance.
Leonhardt, whose perceptiveness had improved somewhat, smiled and exchanged a brief conversation with the two men.
While I stepped back slightly, wanting all eyes on Leonhardt, I quietly observed the other guests.
‘The combination is unusual.’
The party had been organized somewhat hastily, and with Emilian being only nine years old, it was a casual affair without perfect formality.
But considering existing relationships, I could roughly guess who would attend, yet there were surprisingly many unfamiliar faces.
‘Now that I think about it, the invitation did mention that accompanying guests were welcome. Well, Emil doesn’t have that many friends anyway.’
He’d always been somewhat single-minded, and after studying abroad, even his few acquaintances had grown distant, so it seemed he’d planned the party this way.
As I was looking around with interest, I spotted a familiar face.
“Huh?”
Leonhardt, who keenly caught my surprised exclamation, finished his conversation with Marquis Noyen and came over to ask.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
I leaned close to Leonhardt’s ear and whispered.
“Isn’t that Lady Kellion over there?”
I spotted Lady Kellion gathered with peers who appeared to be students from the Capital Academy, engaged in conversation.
It seemed one of them had brought her along.
‘This period was when Lady Kellion and Emil had no points of contact whatsoever.’
I nudged the seemingly flushed Leonhardt and gestured with my eyes for us to approach.
‘I was trying to follow the previous pattern just in case, but Emilian has at least gotten his act together enough not to embarrass himself anywhere… or rather, I’ve already created a point of contact with him anyway.’
As I drew near while entertaining these thoughts, I noticed someone I knew among them.
“Rudrick, hello! How have you been?”
I greeted him warmly as I approached, and Rudrick introduced us to his companions.
Most of the group were people we already knew.
The only ones unfamiliar to us were Lady Titania Carrington and a boy who had come to study from a Foreign Country.
Naturally, the introductions centered around those two.
“This is Lady Titania Carrington, and this is Henry Floyd, the second son of Duke Floyd’s house from the Silvaren Kingdom—you know, the one famous for trade.”
According to the brief explanation provided, they were all members of the same club as Rudrick.
‘So that’s how they’re connected.’
When I heard that Caspian was also in this club, the conversation naturally extended.
I subtly studied Lady Carrington’s face while deliberating whether I should prevent Emilian from encountering her.
As our eyes were about to meet, I quickly averted my gaze, only to lock eyes with Henry Floyd standing beside Lady Carrington.
I laughed awkwardly, and the young Floyd responded with a soft, knowing smile.
When that smile graced his face—a face I had found neat and handsome when expressionless—it took on an alluringly seductive quality that belied his youth.
“You have eyes that remind me of my homeland’s sea. The waters of Silvaren are that same beautiful emerald color as your eyes, my lady. It’s a light that brings warmth and comfort to the heart.”
So the men of Silvaren were even more famous than their trade…
Accustomed as I was to the stoic Leonhardt, I felt a chill run down my spine.

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