Chapter 38

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“Prince, it’s time to go to the banquet hall.”

 

Fabrice, who had been sitting blankly, was brought up by the attendant. All of the maids who made him wear clothes were all gone.

 

“Listen.”

 

“Yes, Prince.”

 

“After the ceremony, call the man I used to deal with Xavier to my palace. I’ve got work to do.”

 

If it was the one he used to deal with Xavier, he was referring to a professional assassin. When the scandal broke out, he dared to pull out Xavier from prison and kill him.

 

The servant answered without complaining.

 

“All right.”

 

Fabrice took out a bottle of alcohol that had been placed roughly, poured it into a glass, and drank it.

 

As he got drunk, he could feel his stiff head spinning.

 

He must be sober.

 

Because it starts now.

 

Fabrice tightened his tie.

 

As Fabrice entered the Hall of the Moon, the people who had been chattering shut their mouths for a moment. Fabrice walked out, looking only in front of him, not paying attention to anyone.

 

The engagement ended by signing each other’s engagement letters and then sharing them. It was not officiated by a priest like a wedding. So the ceremony was not long.

 

Even so, there were people who held it magnificently and long as if it were a wedding ceremony. Like, Fabrice’s first engagement.

 

But.

 

At the second engagement, Fabrice pretended to be sassy with a crazy woman. He didn’t want to share the engagement letter with her.

 

He just wanted to run away quickly.

 

‘Why don’t you just sign the engagement letter?’

 

As he was thinking about that, Giselle slowly walked in from behind.

 

The guests clapped in admiration for her beauty.

 

Fabrice looked behind.

 

Giselle, wearing a diamond necklace and earrings in a dress embroidered with white lace, looked pretty decent even though he considered her crazy.

 

Giselle smiled, and she naturally folded her arms around Fabrice’s arm.

 

Then she whispered into Fabrice’s ear.

 

At first glance, the look on the face of the whispering couple looked lovely, regardless of its contents.

 

“You ran away very well. Do not think about running away today.”

 

Having said that, Giselle grabbed Fabric’s arm tightly.

 

Ugh.

 

Fabrice forced a groan that was threatening to burst his throat.

 

“It’s all over on your face. Let’s proceed with the engagement.”

 

Giselle raised her head proudly and gestured to the courtier standing behind her. 

 

Fabrice and Giselle were given an engagement letter.

 

[… I swear to be engaged.]

 

Upon seeing the words on the engagement letter, Fabrice was not willing to sign it.

 

Hah.

 

‘To be engaged to this crazy woman. You’re going to punish me if I run away?’

 

Fabrice took the pen and looked at Giselle.

 

One of Giselle’s eyebrows was raised unnaturally. It was an unspoken pressure to sign quickly.

 

‘Er, I don’t know.’

 

Fabrice scribbled his signature and threw the engagement letter to the courtiers.

 

“You have to do the first dance.”

 

“Ha.”

 

Fabrice wanted to throw away the dance and everything.

 

Giselle naturally wrapped her hand around his neck and whispered sweetly in his ear.

 

“You don’t want to be wh!pped again, do you? Get up quickly.”

 

Fabrice forced himself to stand up, and took Giselle’s hand.

 

The guests clapped their hands, leaving their seats for them to dance.

 

Giselle smiled sweetly and whispered to Fabrice.

 

“Abandon your vain hopes, Prince. Now the Prince is mine.”

 

Giselle said so and patted Fabrice’s waist.

 

It was still a painful spot because the wound remained.

 

‘This crazy girl.’

 

Fabrice frowned.

 

“Smile, Prince.”

 

Others would see them dancing, whispering affectionately into their ears.

 

“Hey.”

 

“You have to call me a little more friendly while we are engaged. Call me by name.”

 

Fabrice spoke up after a while.

 

“Me? Do you think I’ll do it?”

 

Fabrice snorted.

 

“You haven’t come to your senses yet. Would you like to be punished tonight, too?”

 

Sh!t.

 

“Princess, do you think I’ll stay still like this? I am a stubborn person.”

 

Giselle laughed out loud as if she had heard a funny joke.

 

“Yes, I suppose so.”

 

Fabrice bit his lip at the thought that Giselle was making fun of him.

 

“Don’t even think about being silly. I’ll carry out the contract.”

 

When she finished speaking, the song ended. Giselle greeted gracefully according to etiquette, but Fabrice ran out of the hall without even saying his goodbye properly.

 

He didn’t want to be with her anymore.

 

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Tehez watched Fabrice’s engagement ceremony closely.

 

‘Didn’t she notice that we had taken Fabrice from that place?’

 

Tehez unwittingly grabbed Dennis’ arm.

 

For a moment, Dennis looked down at her with a questioning look.

 

“Are you having a hard time standing up?” he whispered softly. 

 

Tehez shook her head. 

 

Even if it was difficult, she could go back only after the ceremony was over.

 

“Now that the first dance is over, I think we can go back.”

 

“Your Majesty is still there.”

 

At Tehez’s refusal, Dennis responded with a playful tone.

 

“Your Majesty probably didn’t stay up all night like you did.”

 

“… I’ve been up all night because of someone, and I can’t believe you said that.”

 

To Dennis’ words, Tehez responded in a fit of rage. 

 

Dennis then held her hand in his arms and let go.

 

“Tell me if you’re having a hard time. My wife is always quiet, which is a problem.”

 

“…I will.”

 

Tehez nodded slightly.

 

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Elliot, who watched Fabrice’s behaviour, finally showed his dissatisfaction.

 

“He has lost his mind.”

 

Elliot eventually returned to his bedroom and became angry.

 

The servant skillfully soothed him.

 

“It is because he is still young. In a few years, he will be reliable.”

 

“Isn’t this already his second engagement? Yet he acted so stupidly!”

 

The servant quickly shook her head for fear of sparks.

 

“You don’t even know how much I have wiped his back, and he’s being reckless!”

 

“You know. Of course, you don’t even know.”

 

“No one you know can act like that.”

 

Elliot turned his back and took off his clothes roughly.

 

The door slowly opened, and Sherazad entered.

 

The server looked at her and was delighted to see her.

 

“Your Highness.”

 

Sherazad put a hand to her lips, looking at the servant, and gestured her to be quiet.

 

She sneaked behind Elliot and hugged him from the back.

 

Elliot was furious.

 

“Who are you?”

 

But when he saw her face, he softened his anger and lowered his voice.

 

“It was you. It is you.”

 

Seeing the King’s mood change, the servant quickly went outside.

 

“You must be in a bad mood.”

 

Sherazad fiddled with the buttons on Elliot’s shirt.

 

Her face, with a smile on her lips, was charming.

 

Elliot naturally took off his clothes under her care.

 

He had a more relaxed face than before.

 

“It’s not good. The second one’s in trouble.”

 

“You mean the Second Prince who looks a lot like you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Elliot sighed.

 

“Why does it matter? You just need to stay here in good health for a long, long time.”

 

Sherazad only spoke what he wanted to hear.

 

“Yes, yes. That’s what I have to say. How long can I stay like this…?”

 

Elliot frowned as if he had a lot of worries.

 

Then, Sherazad gently touched the frown between his brows with her index finger.

 

“All the nobles are raging to decide on a crown prince quickly. What should I do with this?”

 

“What are you so worried about? If it’s noisy inside, you can turn people’s eyes outside.”

 

“How?”

 

Elliot looked at Sherazad.

 

“If you are the King of this country, what can’t you do? And please bring up the article I mentioned earlier. It will put your mind at ease.”

 

“As expected, you have the answer. You’re the only one.”

 

Elliot rubbed his face against Sherazad’s chest.

 

“Of course.”

 

Blinded by love, Eliot firmly believed Sherazad’s words without a single doubt.

 

He came to believe that if he served Mother Earth, he would be immortal.

 

Of course, that was an exaggeration.

 

Sherazad was a priest with a big dream. Hundreds of years ago, there was a grand dream of spreading the love of Mother Earth in Valloise, with revenge for the loss of Haj territory.

 

Moreover, Sherazad had personal reasons for having to overthrow Elliot. 

 

It was the revenge of Louise, Sherazad’s mother.

 

A few years ago, Elliot came out to hunt near the territory of the Haj tribe. It was because there were many animals in the Haj territory.

 

Elliot mistook Louise, who was praying nearby, for an animal and shot an arrow.

 

Louise, who was knocked unconscious by an arrow, came to her senses in three days.

 

However, Elliot had already left for Valloise.

 

Louise was angry and tried to protest against Valloise, but the tribal chief ripped it off.

 

He said he could not protest against Baloise, a powerful country, for that matter. 

 

It was the sorrow of a small, weak country (Haj).

 

To make matters worse, the leg that was hit by the arrow became infected and gradually rotted. Louise struggled with pain every night.

 

“Sherazad, please avenge this mother. Please…”

 

In the end, Louise ended her miserable life by throwing herself off the cliff.

 

Sherazad recalled her mother’s wish.

 

What did the man, who came to her, say when he saw her?

 

“Don’t you want revenge?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Sherazad crossed the border without hesitation, holding the man’s hand.

 

The woman’s job was to please the King. 

 

Sherazad, who miraculously pretended to be a poor woman who fell on the royal hunting grounds, was able to enter the main palace easily.

 

Since then, it has been a bolt from the blue.

 

‘How can such an idiot rule as a King?’

 

Sherazad questioned that.

 

Of course, that’s why she was able to knock Elliot over without much trouble.

 

Sherazad smiled as she looked at Elliot, who had closed his eyes loosely under her.

 

(To be continued in the next episode)

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