The invitation letters Edith brought were more diverse than expected.
It seemed as if every regular gathering in the imperial capital desired Prince Morres’s attendance. It was only a few months ago that he had been agonizing over just three invitations with Sir Masain.
[Are you really planning to go to a social gathering?]
As Seongjin began rustling through the invitations, the Demon King asked in disbelief.
[You, Lee Seongjin, who knows nothing but training day and night? You’re voluntarily going to waste time like that?]
‘Well, I’m looking at them because I intend to attend. Isn’t that obvious?’
How should I put it? The situation is a bit different now.
Before, he had just considered it extra time and planned to train in swordsmanship until the owner returned, but now…
‘Now, I have to live properly as Father’s son. That means I need to fulfill all the duties expected of a prince of the Holy Empire.’
He wasn’t aiming for anything grand like imperial studies.
Just engaging in appropriate social activities, doing some charity work, and presenting himself as a member of the Holy Imperial Family without shame—that should be enough.
[Then, isn’t it already too late? You, Lee Seongjin, are embarrassing no matter where you go…]
‘Shut up!’
Anyway, it didn’t…