As we walked toward Countess Rosette's residence, a luxurious carriage came out from the gate. A middle-aged man was sitting inside.
*Is that Countess Jacqueline's husband, Count Rosette?* I wondered.
"That's Count Rosette's carriage," Stevie informed me.
"You can tell?"
"It's simple. It had the Rosette family crest on it."
"Really?"
"Most nobles would recognize it at a glance. Ah… Robby-sama, don't tell me you didn't know?"
"Yeah, I didn't. I just learned something new. Thanks, Stevie."
"Eh!? Robby-sama really is…"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing at all."
"Do you know the saying 'silence is golden'?"
Stevie shook her head.
"No, I don't."
"It means that blurting out everything you think often leads to loss. You shouldn't say every thought that pops into your head, Stevie."
"Understood. I'll keep that in mind."
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Count Rosette glared sharply at me as he passed, but he probably never imagined I was a prince.
