Anyway, after acknowledging, I was guided to the bedroom.

As I opened the door and stepped in, a man in his late twenties greeted me, lounging loosely on the couch.

“Ah, you’ve come.”

With platinum blonde hair, the symbol of the Binschester royal family, and a handsome face. His smile, showing neat teeth, was confident and self-assured.

He was truly a prince, like someone straight out of a painting.

It was hard to imagine that this was the same person who had once passed out pathetically while doing pendulum swings hanging from the ceiling of the boss room.

“Saint, at last, we meet face to face.”