The sentence written in the letter by Marquis Durak was a single line.
âKeep your mouth shut.â
Celtic Durak swept down his face. Gail McHurt wasnât worried because it was obvious that he hadnât heard anything.
The problem was Jedis Bell. She had promised him her silence, but she was a little prickly.
âI donât know where she will be. Should I tell my father about Jedis BellâŠâ
He shook his head mentally.
âNo, itâs working. Itâs not good to be seen as someone who canât handle a little girl. I donât have to do that.â
Gareth Wollow, who doesnât know Celticâs worries, said, scouring the snacks.
âNwow, Jurwak-nimâs mwauthâŠâ
âAyah. Swallow and speak.â Gareth gulped down the cookies and opened his mouth.
âTsk. The young masterâs face looks like his facing death. What did the Marquis Durak say?â It was difficult to explain. So, Celtic groaned moderately.
âHe said I should marry sooner before I get older.â Gareth thought, pushing five cookies into his mouth at once.
âYouâre lying.â
However, he decided to be fooled by Celticâs lies.
âI think the Marquis Durak will have a lot of trouble to live next to his 30-year-old son the day after tomorrow.â
Gareth laughed as he saw Celticâs eyebrows wriggling.
âSo what did he say. Didnât he say that when youâre young and energetic, you have to catch a rich lady to make his second sonâs life easier?â Of course, his desire to tease Celtic also played a part.
âWell, though, youâre still in your twenties, so youâre still going to sell well. So, for our Sir Celtix, this love outlaw Gareth Wallow will introduce some beautiful ladies!â
âYou shut upâŠâ
âYou donât like the introduction. Arenât you saying this? You like a natural meeting? Then, love that grows in the workplace! Itâs a good idea to look at Her Imperial Highnessâ ladies-in-waiting.â
When Garethâs words reminded him of Jedis who is in question, Celtic flinched. Gareth didnât miss the little move.
âAigo, my little master. I thought he was as hard as stone, but thereâs no boy knight who dreams of fateful romance!â
He (Celtic) thought he (Gareth) just started to make fun of him, but he (Gareth) was really serious. Gareth had already dreamed of standing as a best man at Celticâs wedding.
âLetâs see, Her Imperial Highness the Princessâ lady-in-waiting⊠First of all, except for my love Miss Asilah Alectin, Lady Vivia Contra Viol, Lady Cecil Ralgod, Lady Jedis BellâŠâ
Gereint Bell, who was sharpening a razor while sitting down in front of the fireplace, jumped up. Then Gereint saidâŠ
â âLady Jedis Bellâ is a forbidden word. Call her âBeast Jedis Bellâ in front of me. Okay?â Gareth panicked and moved away from Gereint. Gareth saidâŠ
âYou are also forbidden from holding a razor in front of me! Haa, I almost got a cut on my expensive shirt!â
âI feel sorry for Lady Jedis, who has such an insensitive person as her older brotherâŠâ
âItâs a very good day. Iâd like to test it out. Sir Gareth. Iâll shave you off, so sit here.â Gereint smiled, turning his razor between his fingers. Gereintâs smile reminded Gareth of a butcher.
âIâll decline. I just shaved this morning.â For a while, retreating from anxiety, Gareth fell into self-praise. âNow, look at this smooth chin. Well, isnât it sharp like a veil because itâs not enough to have a clean one. After all, this jawline is enough to cut a womanâs heart.â
âIf you just add a word there, it will be your life, not your beard.â
Celtic enjoyed watching Gareth escape from Gereintâs grasp. Still, he remember the idea of helping him because he have known for a long time, when Gereint, who succeeded in catching Gareth, was pouring out a story about what he thought of shaving his eyebrows. Celtic, who became very happy, said with a smile.
âSir Gereint. I didnât know you liked shaving that much. Iâll give you a mission thatâs right for you. Youâll take care of Tristanâs shaving in the future.â
Gereint paused as he measured the angle as he held the shabby razor blade against Garethâs eyebrows. Gareth did not miss the opportunity and fled quickly. Gereint didnât hold Gareth any more.
âIs that a joke?â
âNo.â
âReally?â Celtic nodded. Gereint shattered his mouth. âOkay, Iâll do it tomorrow.â
âI hope you are as good as how you love shaving. Her Imperial Highness doesnât like Tristan to be scratched.â
â⊠Yes-eup.â
Gereint fluttered his shoulders in an exaggerated manner and sat on the floor again. Gareth giggled and smacked the cookies as if they were looking good. Celtic opened the book. The time passed in silence. It was time for Sir Digory, who went on patrol as a representative because he lost the bet, to return. Gareth, who had almost emptied the cookies, lifted his head.
âGet up! Somebodyâs coming.â
âSir Digory?â
âItâs not Sir Digoryâs footsteps.â
Garethâs hearing that he hears the sound of a needle dropping outside a hundred steps in exaggeration was famous among them. No sound was heard, but Gareth and other knights dressed right. After a while, they heard the sound of the door opening. Light and slow footsteps, the sound of cloth flickering.
The Princess appeared with her curly golden blond hair hanging over her round shoulders. The knights got up from their seats and saluted the Princess. The Princess, who was greeted with a gesture, approached Celtic without even looking at others. The Princess said, lowering her eyelashes.
âSir, do you remember last nightâs promise?â
From the two knights, âWhat? Last night? When and where did you make a promise with Her Imperial Highness?â their intense gaze caught Celticâs mind off guard. He wanted to get rid of her or say âWhat you were talking about?â. However, he couldnât have the lady embarassed to overcome the immediate situation. So Celtic bowed his head.
âOf course. Will you give me the honor to escort Her Imperial Highness the Princess?â The Princess laughed shyly and grabbed Celticâs arm. Celtic disappeared with the Princess after leaving Gereint and Gareth to wait.
Gereint said, scratching his chin with a razor.
âIt seems that Sir Celtic is not targeting Her Imperial Highnessâ ladies-in-waiting, but Her Imperial Highness the Princess itself?â
Gereint stopped talking.
âHe has come to grab both fatal romance and political gains. Durak will continue to win and win through the marriage with the imperial family. I envy him.â Gereint, who had been fascinating about Celticâs love affair for a long time, shut up.
It was because Gareth, who was supposed to be talking louder than him by now, was quiet. Gareth was staring at where the knight and the Princess had disappeared with a pale face.
âHer Imperial Highness is not allowed.â
âAre you jealous of Sir Celtic? Are you dreaming of raising your status after marrying Her Imperial Highness the Princess? You are more innocent in terms of looks than you are.â
âDonât say anything scary! Am I aiming for Her Imperial Highness because Iâm crazy!?â Gareth tore his head and screamed. âAll the other women are fine. But not as much as Her Imperial Highness! I canât tell you why, but itâs a shortcut to shame!â
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If Gareth had seen it, the path to the garden of the imperial palace, which would have been named âShortcut to Defeat Godâ, was all muddy. Even if it was Celtic wearing long boots, it wasnât easy for the Princess in a dress pulled to the floor to walk. It was before Celtic suggested that they would change the walking location.
The princess rolled the hem of yer long dress with one hand and rolled it up to her knees. Her thin ankles and shins were clearly revealed. The princess jumped like a child and entered the trail. It seemed that the water from the mud splashed and stained her shin, but she did not care. Celtix looked away as he felt the day was getting hot.
âYour Imperial Highness the Princess. Please get in shapeâŠâ
The Princess stopped walking and looked round and round at Celtic. Her golden blonde hair on her shoulder gently rose into the air and sank again. The blue eyes of the Princess were as thin as a black moon.
âYouâll keep this a secret from my brother, too, right?â Somehow, Celtic couldnât find the right answer. It was due to the princessâ immature behavior. Because of the muddy water in her pearly white shinâŠ
No, noâŠ
This is because the Princessâ smiling face is very similar to Aurest. It was a distant past when Celtic said the last time he said no in front of Aurest. That is why he did not come up with words that could reject the words of the Princess who resembles Aurest. Celtic stumbled and barely spoke a word.
âYesâŠâ
The princess burst out laughing like a bell and looked ahead again. Celtic only moved his steps after his eyes were fixed firmly on the back of the Princessâ head. As many people often do, proper words only came to mind late. Celtic thought it was too late, but he opened his mouth.
âI dare say in front of Your Imperial Highness. Youâd better be careful in front of the other knights. It could be your flaw.â
âI know, but in front of you, I thought it would be okay.â The princess, who answered calmly, fluttered and went ahead. Celtic think about what would be the meaning of the Princessâ words.
Light, irregular footsteps and heavy, regular footsteps echoed in the quiet garden. The princess spread her hand, which did not hold the hem of her dress, and swept the leaves.
The rain dew on the leaves sprang up and struck the Princess and Celtic on their cheeks. Looking at Celtic, who was wiping his cheeks with a frown on his face, the Princess giggled as such it what was so funny. Celtic laughed and talked.
âYou look very happy.â
âI saw the Lord wet in the rain earlier. Iâve been thinking about you since then.â Then the Princess said playfully. âSir Celtic seems to suit his wet look very well.â
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âIâll walk in the rain again and again if Her Imperial Highness wants. Oh, shall I jump into that pond right now? Just give me the command. Iâll do anything.â
âHahaha⊠The exaggeration!â
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T/N: Iâm scared of Erin⊠How she manipulate people is fucking scaryâŠ