Feelings for her like a murde...

And so, vice vassals, it didn't matter if you were the overall king of the kingdom. Speaking of the king, Ivy heard music like butterflies and fairies flying, and she turned her head to see who was coming. It was the king's arrival. Speaking of the devil, here he was, the king's man wearing his crown and golden Victorian attire, with his great white hair.

His presence was known to everyone, and Ivy noted that the king was indeed an old lion, with how his white hair looked.

"All greet the King!" a short man, almost as small as a dwarf, made his announcement, and everyone bowed—even Lucien, who was seated, offered a single kneel as a sign of the little respect he could show to his evil uncle before he caused trouble at this occasion.

Ivy chuckled. The villain had a little bit of respect. He wasn't so arrogant after all.

"You are so arrogant with me, but you are so afraid of an old geezer. Tsk, tsk. Villain."