Tristan’s face turned even redder at my laughter. Did he really not think of that?

“Hahahaha!”

“…You’re laughing too much.”

“It’s just—Your Highness, someone as intelligent as you—ah, it’s just too funny that you really didn’t consider that.”

“I appreciate that you at least acknowledge my intelligence.”

“You were intelligent. I’m not sure how my evaluation will change after today.”

“Khmm…”

Tristan fanned his face with his hand. I handed him my retrieved hat, and he waved it around as a makeshift fan—only to be assaulted by a spray of water droplets still clinging to it.

I probably should have apologized.

But instead, another laugh burst out of me.

Just thirty minutes ago, his hairstyle had been a perfect embodiment of effort—the epitome of “I styled my hair today.” Now, it was completely ruined. He ruffled his damp hair in frustration before finally giving up.

“You still look fine, Your Highness.”@@novelbin@@

“My appearance is always fine.”

“….”

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