Although the shock had not left me yet, another maid urgently rushed into the drawing room.
“There’s someone outside that came to ask for the person who attended the Grand Duchess’ funeral ceremony!”
“Madam! What else is going on outside?”
Marge’s eyes looked straight at me without any doubt, as if it was clear that this all stemmed from an accident I had made.
“How did you reply to them?”
“Pardon? Oh, they said that they weren’t just looking for madam but everyone who had attended the funeral so I told them that I’d go confirm it with you and came in right away!”
“I’ll go out myself.”
“Sorry? What…! Who would it be at this hour at night? You can check who it is with the butler and go to the guest room on the first floor to…”
Marge’s meddling just went in one ear and out the other.
“No, I think I should go out and confirm it for myself.”
I hurriedly rearranged my clothes.
It’s obviously Noah.
[ / / / ]
Vincento swallowed his saliva dryly as he looked at the sensual lips which had turned white in front of him.
It wasn’t simply just because his lips were beautiful, but rather the harsh words that would normally pour out of those lips and made him not even dare to move.
A faint ray of light brushed the tip of the man’s arrogant nose as he stared silently out of the carriage.
However, his expression was always dark.
The nervousness that didn’t match the beautiful injured man’s face not only stiffened, but also turned deathly pale.
It was strange for his face to turn pale like a corpse, considering his track record of not even batting an eye to the corpses or evil things that he had seen, no matter how many there were.
Vincento also naturally turned his eyes to the place his eyes were facing.
A woman with black hair, so beautiful it was rare to see.
And in front of her was another lieutenant, Neil, who was saying something to her while scratching his head.
While the woman who had been wary of Neil went back into Count Acacia’s estate again, Neil returned to his master, who couldn’t take his eyes off the doorway to the Count’s estate.
“…her name, what is it?”
The man whose face was still deathly pale after checking the woman’s face, Roadnez, finally opened his mouth after a while.
Roadnez was so distracted that he didn’t even hear Neil come back to them and knock on the carriage door.
Vincento just sighed deeply and opened the carriage door instead of answering.
Neil, who had a flushed face, promptly came into the carriage and sat down, words pouring out in a mumble.
“The maid’s name is Marge. She just came back from the Grand Duke Trovica’s cemetery. The Countess Acacia suddenly disappeared without saying a word, so she stayed out until late to look for her. She doesn’t remember seeing Your Highness.
Vincento and Neil desperately blocked him as he tried to sprint out of the carriage door.
Even though he was seriously injured, he was so strong that their hands that were holding onto his broad shoulders and arms were trembling.
“What are you going to do after you go outside?”
“Please, I’d rather you just say you’re in love with her!”
As Neil, whose face was still red like before, said that, the carriage descended into a chilly atmosphere.
“…are you crazy?”
The craziest person in here right now is clearly you, Your Highness!
Neil barely managed to hold back what he was about to say and opened his mouth with difficulty.
“How scared would a young lady be if a man who was covered with bandages all over his body asked if you were the ghost he had met in the cemetery?”
“She was a beautiful and timid young lady! She’s not the ghost Your Highness is looking for.”
Neil answered in reply to Vincento’s question.
And as soon as Neil saw Roadnez’s cold expression on his face, he quickly sucked in a breath and hiccuped.
Before he could even protest, Neil was kicked out of the carriage.
“You dare say it was a ghost?”
“Your Highness! Your Highness!”
Although he had known that his master had always been a little bit crazy.
Roadnez’s eyes had been in a crazy state ever since hearing the news of the Grand Duchess’ passing at dawn today.
Although he would act as if his reasoning had completely collapsed if he wasn’t able to get what he wanted, if he asked with that face, anyone would run away and he wouldn’t even be able to stop them.
“Just who are you looking for?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Your Highness! I’m sorry, but…”
Vincento spoke in a low voice as he blocked Roadnez with his whole body.
“If she sees the state that Your Highness is in right now…”
He wasn’t just talking about the pathetic state of the man who had an injury that had pierced his abdomen.
The problem with Roadnez, who was wearing a cast that Vincento had hastily put on one arm and was only wearing a jacket on his bare body on top of the bandages that had been wrapped loosely by Neil on his abdomen, were his eyes.
“She would be really, extremely scared. It wouldn’t be good if your face isn’t presentable. Besides, she’s only a normal person, so she won’t be able to accept it even more.
“Yes, how scared was that young lady, even when she saw me! What should we do if her entire body stiffens the moment she sees your red eyes…”
At Vincento’s low shout, Neil clutched his kicked shin and straightened his curled up body into a salute.
On the contrary, Roadnez, who he had thought would curse at him and kick him as usual, was quiet.
Neil sneaked out of the carriage and looked up at his master who was looking down at him.
The red eyes that were glistening beautifully were not looking in his direction.
Rather, he was merely staring at Count Acacia’s estate with a gaze full of regret.
With a face in a state that was so pale it would not have been odd for him to die soon.
“Let’s go for the time being, Your Highness.”
“My apologies. It was a slip of the tongue…”
“…you punks are right. ”
The burning emotions that were reflected in Roadnez’s eyes was not the anger that was directed at Neil.
Vincento hit Neil’s head as he watched Roadnez walk back into the carriage without saying a word.
The Second Prince, Roadnez, who had both brilliant blonde hair and ominous red eyes.
Although he was famous for his beauty and strength, he was merely an object of fear to the general public.
Seeing as if he had said too much out of a sense of duty to protect the lady, Neil raised Vincento’s hand and slapped it over his mouth this time.
At that moment, like a lie, the window was opened.
Neil moved closer to that place in order to apologise properly and gave a disciplined salute.
“That woman who just went in, look into her properly.”
Damn it, can’t you just let it go?
Seeing Neil who had become frozen stiff, Vincento shook his head and opened the carriage door to examine the body of Roadnez, who had already been given first aid, again.
The scene of his beautiful master tensing his chiseled jaw to endure the pain, then finally collapsing in the end, appeared before his eyes.
“Neil! You carry out His Highness’ orders. I’ll bring him back to the palace.”
Vincento violently closed the carriage door and urgently pressed the coachman to leave.
Neil was so shocked that he stared blankly at them as they disappeared, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake.
Then, he remembered his master, who had been in distress since dawn.
[ / / / ]
Roadnez Cozma de Ronta had always been beautiful, and had always been crazy.
He fought like a man who was not interested in anything but stabbing, cutting, and killing, and despite knowing that no one could keep up with his physical strength, demanded his subordinates to surpass such abnormalities.
At the same time, it was no exaggeration to say that he was the Empire’s best looking man, who had the most delicate yet manly features, that seemed to have been carved out of jewels.
However, as the Lord God did not give humans everything, he was extremely ruthless and cold-hearted in contrast to his beautiful face, and was unable to say a single nice word.
They used to spitefully call him the crazy ‘Mad Dog Prince’ amongst themselves in secret.
The Empire’s prodigal son who would tell the women from every direction who lifted their skirts and stuck to him to ‘Do more’ with a calm expression.
Everyone said that he was so beautiful that countless famous beauties would approach him, yet he remained indifferent.
Furthermore, Roadnez was a prince who was still single, and was someone who could receive a high title in the future.
No matter what fief he went to defend, there were countless women who wanted to be in his bedroom.
It was the same today.
For the past two years or so, although his crazy master had been acting more and more insane, he was seriously injured while killing a monster that was the size of a house that had suddenly appeared at dawn.
Because his master was adept at living as if there was no tomorrow, he was worried about the barely sufficient medical treatment that had been administered on him, but when he entered the bedroom, he saw a trembling woman who was almost naked.
Upon looking closer, it was the daughter of the manor’s lord who had just greeted them.
“Y-Your Highness, the Prince…!”
The woman was trembling, but could not hide her blushing face and glanced at the prince.
However, Roadnez held a sword which still had blood that had not been wiped of it yet, and pointed it at her.
“Get lost.” he spat out from between his teeth, trying to endure.
No matter who saw, the manor lord’s daughter was obviously a beauty that was alluring enough to turn heads!
Neil, who swallowed his saliva in vain, looked at the woman who was not leaving and merely standing still.
“Are your ears blocked?”
“I-I’m just…trying to give the newspaper to Your Highness.”
Roadnez did not speak twice.
The atmosphere was as thin as ice until the woman’s hair was cut off in the blink of an eye, the woman letting out a scream before fleeing.
“…the newspaper is innocent. Your Highness.”
Wondering if he would be implicated in this to no avail, Neil picked up the Empire Daily that the manor lord’s daughter brought in as an excuse and handed it over to him.
Roadnez, who would have normally cut you down with his sword and make you disappear as well in his rage, remained rooted in place, frozen stiff.
In an instant the newspaper was taken out of his own hands.
The prince, who exuded a chill as if he had been washed in ice water, suddenly distorted his handsome face.
“…what sort of bullshit is this?”
“What is it?”
Roadnez spat out a low profanity before he quickly scanned the crumpled newspaper and brought his uniform that had barely dried, giving up the idea of trying to leave without wearing proper clothes.
“Breaking! Grand Duchess Trovica dies of chronic illness at dawn!”
Did His Highness always have such a close relationship with Grand Duchess Trovica?
Whilst Neil was agonising over this, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes violently cutting through the air as he opened the window in confusion.
“This crazy…Your Highness! Your Highness?!”
Early in the morning, when dawn broke, he looked at the back of the mad prince who was already far away, his cape flapping in the wind as he rode his horse.
[ / / / ]
When the carriage that was carrying Roadnez was so far away he couldn’t even see the back of it anymore, only then did Neil finally relax his stiff body as his lips curled up.
He didn’t know if he was deluding himself or not, but tears seemed to have flowed down the cheek of his master who had just collapsed.
‘I must have seen wrong. The Mad Dog Prince crying?’
Neil got on the horse, overwhelmed with the feeling of needing to find out about this woman named Marge, even though he didn’t think his crazy master would cry just because someone had died.
[ / / / ]
It wasn’t Noah.
Noah didn’t come to find me.
At least it wasn’t his aide, Sir Jimsker.
“Madam, was that perhaps His Highness the Grand Duke…?”
I turned my face away from Marge’s disappointed face.
The one who was more disappointed was me.
But I didn’t blame her.
‘I’m Marge, the maid who works in this house.’
“I’m sorry, Marge.”
“Pardon…? What for?”
Marge was staring intently at my lips that were apologising, her eyes wide open.
Marge stiffened, as if she had seen a ghost.
I said that that with sincerity and cast my gaze outside the window.
The knight called ‘Neil’ who had come to find me had already disappeared.
My hands trembled slightly.
‘I had no other choice but to lie. So, don’t be scared.’
I didn’t want to contact anyone until I had met with Novian properly.
“Yona, bring me some medicine!”
“What for? What kind of medicine, Marge?”
“…clearly madam has made an extremely big mistake somewhere.”
And Marge, who was still dumbfounded, started to look for medicine to give me.
DID YAWL SEE MY MF ROADNEZ (i fucking hate his name though i hate the author for giving such a shit name to translate bc what else am i meant to translate it to???? loadnez ???? roadnez ?? both are shit) OTHER THAN HIS SHIT NAME MF IS SO MF FINE MMMHM YES CUT THAT BITCH’S HAIR OFF MMHM
the shit that pains me at night is knowing i will never have a mf as devoted to me as roadnez rip mio #restinpiecesmio
also his aides neil and vincento are so mf funny hELP (i wish roadnez’s name was vincento the fuck that is male lead worthy name what the fuck is roadnez pls i want to unalive)
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