Chapter 53:  POLITIC IS TRULY A PAIN

"Your highness, are you sure you won't regret it?"

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Sol smiled a little.

His current appearance was different from his usual one. All his life, Sol had always been told how much he looked like his father. He couldn't do much for his facial features, but some little changes, such as his hair.

Until now, Sol always kept his hair long. At least until waist length. He had to admit that it was the chuunibyou in him speaking back then and he still liked it. But, a change was necessary. If he wanted people to stop comparing him to his father, he had to at least look different from his father.

"Sorry, I was spacing out, and no–I won't regret it. And–I look really good right now, don't I?"

Milia felt her heart pierced by a giant arrow at the hundred-megawatt smile Sol just sent to her.

She had to admit, Sol with short hair had a real new type of charm.

"Your highness was already incredibly handsome. Now though, you have a different type of smile. More li