“Just put it down anywhere.”

“Very well.”

Aslan intended to check the mail later, but his eyes kept drifting to the one on top.

The conspicuous golden envelope bothered him, and eventually, he picked it up, asking Robert.

“What’s this?”

“It’s from the royal palace. An invitation to the ‘Day of Boudom’ charity event.”

Aslan looked at the envelope with a displeased gaze.

“Do I have to go?”

“The king has requested that you at least show your face.”

Aslan grimaced.

“Is it organized by the royal family?”

“It’s co-hosted by the temple.”

He would have ignored it under normal circumstances.

But the moment he heard ‘temple,’ Aslan broke the seal and began reading.

“Kings Orphanage and Glory Orphanage…”

The invitation, with a standard request to grace either event, listed two saints’ names at the bottom.

“Hmm.”

He read the names Annetta and Hestia alternately, not hiding his discomfort.

Then, he flicked the invitation away.

The experienced butler, sensing his displeasure, quietly asked.

“Shall I dispose of it?”

“…….”

But there was no response.

Aslan just glared at the invitation as if it were his worst enemy.

After a while, he carelessly threw the paper and envelope onto the desk with a thud. Robert, witnessing this, swallowed dryly.
As always, he won’t attend this time either.

Robert knew his master was never in a good mood in the capital.

He wished that during his short stay, he could be a bit more at ease.

‘Throwing the invitation must mean he’s decided not to attend.’

So, Robert reached out to handle the invitation.

“I’ll take care of it.”

But he couldn’t even touch it, as Aslan’s large hand pressed down on the invitation as soon as Robert finished speaking.

“……Sir?”

The butler looked at Aslan, confused.

Then Aslan, with an unusually gentle voice, said, “Leave it.”

Robert was perplexed. He thought he had known him for a long time.

As far as Robert knew, Aslan Calati never postponed decisions as time was always of the essence for him.

“Will you be attending the charity event?”

“……I don’t know, I’ll think about it.”

Again, only ambiguous words returned.

But his mind was nearly made up.

“Hestia, you’ll have to endure a bit more.”

Yorgos summoned Hestia and spoke without a hint of apology.

The temple and the royal family hadn’t reached an agreement.

The temple wanted Hestia to marry and prolong her life, while Yorgos wanted her to quietly pass away.

It seemed Yorgos intended to use this opportunity to sever ties with the temple. He didn’t want to be exploited and suffer losses anymore.

Thus, he strictly controlled the marriage rumors, but the temple moved so quickly and cunningly that everyone in the capital knew about it.

‘The only difference from my past life is that it’s not public knowledge that I’m terminally ill.’

Given the situation, Hestia had to maintain her position as a saint officially.

This meant that although she could let go of internal issues, she still had to fulfill her previously scheduled external commitments.

Amidst her turmoil, the ‘Day of Boudom,’ when she first met Stefan in her past life, was approaching.