I’ll Live My Second Life!

104

Three months after the events in the Kingdom of Calando.

Phil was at the party.

In a country about two countries away from Dayman, the parties have been guests, not only of the nobles and royalties of that country, but also of the princes of other countries.

The reason for this was because Phil was coming.

A lot of guests are gathering around Feel.

Phil responded when he was spoken to, otherwise leaving them free to chat and just depress the gavel.

Such Feel’s gaze captured the figure of a silver-haired young man among the numerous people at the party venue.

(Ah… Tomash…)

Apparently, Prince Tomash, who was at this party, is dressed like a decent, dressed prince, unlike the apron he looked like then. That kind of outfit was normal, but it suited me properly.

In the distance, Phil stares at Tomash for a while.

At the end of that gaze, Prince Tomash seemed to have a pleasant conversation with the participants in the party.

(I knew it was popular…)

Phil looks at it and thinks.

Phil was always at the center of the party, in a position of popularity with people flocking around.

But the fact of the matter was that only women and men gathered together were trying to benefit from the name value of a healing witch, or from those gathered around Feel that way.

I want to make a healing witch my wife, I want to get to know powerful people, I want to be at the heart of the party, I hide it and put on a smile and talk with all those thoughts.

But Prince Tomash’s is different.

He stands in the so-called position of flower on the party wall.

I’m just talking to a small group of people there.

Yet people don’t stop.

As soon as you talk to someone pleasantly and split up after a while, nature and someone will talk to Prince Tomash.

Everyone has a lively face and talks with Prince Tomash in a fun way.

Everyone really likes me, so I can dance like that.

Phil looked around Prince Tomash in jealousy.

Prince Tomash aggressively goes to talk to someone who seems to be lonely at a party.

At first, Prince Tomash’s spoken to me is confusing, but eventually he smiles like he enjoys himself as he talks, and Prince Tomash’s acquaintances come in there too, blending into the party wheel at some point.

(Nice……)

Phil stared at the person he spoke to.

“My dear Phil, that dress is very nice. Is that pure white cloth… Mr. Feel…?

I finally realized I was being spoken to and replied in a hurry to make a smile and remember the name of the person.

“Thank you. Mrs. Marchefa, your dress is also bright blue but it fits your eyes very nicely”

“Well, I’d be glad to hear that from a beautiful person like you, Phil.”

I never seemed to be tempted to watch anything.

Phil was relieved by it for some reason.

Mrs. Marchefa is a relative of the king of the host country. We have to respond properly.

Phil forced his consciousness away from Prince Tomash for a while and welcomed him with his wife.

And the conversation with Mrs. Marchefa was over, and the moment she returned her gaze to Prince Tomáš, Feel almost stopped her heart.

Prince Tomash looked like he was having fun talking to a woman.

Besides, Phil’s the kind of woman I know.

Beautiful, long dark hair, glossy red lips and deep blue eyes like night.

Miss Renesa, who runs a floating name around the region.

There are rumors from Phil that she was a woman three years old, dating princes and nobles from various countries, to the point where she was dating five men at the same time at one time.

The reneza talks with Tomash in a pleasant way.

(Is this between lovers…?

Phil made sure he wasn’t enlightened around, but he couldn’t keep his gaze off him.