âNo way. I canât believe Iâm seeing this face again! ButâŠcanât be the Crown Prince. The person in front of me is definitely a woman.â
Emily stared at the dark-haired beauty in front of her in confusion. The orange-headed and bespectacled person next to her seemed to be Oliver, the eldest son of Duke Garcia, the Crown Princeâs escort knight.
Oliver always went with Ryan. Emily, who had spied on Ryan every day in her previous life, recognized Oliver.
Emily lowered her head. Even if he was the Crown Prince, he was no longer a part of her life. But her face turned red and her heart was pounding.
âIâll be going then.â
âWait.â
Ryanâs words made Emily stop in her tracks.
âYouâve seen a lot. I canât just let you go.â
ââŠWhat?â
âHow can I believe that youâre not with the killers?â
Ryanâs eyes became quite skeptical. Emilyâs physique looked too strong to just be a kitchen assistant. (*how big is she lol)
Also she brought with her a knife at the same time of the struggle.
Oliver stepped in.
âYes. Who would use a kitchen knife like that? Pfft.â
âAsk the Countâs butlerâŠâŠ Iâm Emily, the kitchen assistant. Iâve been working here for five years.â
When she thought about it, she was framed for something she didnât do in her previous life.
She pleaded innocent, but the Crown Prince didnât believe her. Emily glared at Ryan. Ryan looked at Emily, letting Oliver confirm.
âWhy did you come here?â
â⊠The kitchen is hectic, so I came here to sharpen the knife and get some fresh air.â
âThatâs a plausible excuse. Who sent you?â
ââŠNo one sent me.â
This was exactly the saying, âIf you save someone from drowning in the water, donât expect me to give you a wrapping cloth!â* Emily gritted her teeth. (*I donât know the saying, if anyone knows please tell me.)
She glared at him.
âI saved you, but youâre being arrogant!â
âWhat?â
âYou donât know grace either.â
Emily was so frustrated that she stifled a burst of swearing at the Crown Prince. She hated him for it, including the memories of her past life.
âIf I knew you were the Crown Prince, I wouldnât have helped you!â
âHave you lost your mind?â Said the Crown Prince.
Emily stared at him as if he were an enemy, and Ryan wasnât open-minded enough to tolerate a commoner who was disrespectful.
Their confrontational situation didnât last very long when Oliver brought the butler with him to make sure Emily was really a kitchen assistant.
The butler looked at Emily and nodded his head.
âEmily! Why are you here? Young lady, she is the cook of this castle. She also made the dessert today.â
âAre you sure?
âOf course.â
Ryanâs eyes were shining dangerously, and the butler was terrified. The butler didnât know why a noblewoman with a beautiful face could be so rugged and deadly. The butler said, sweating.
âSheâs not a bad girl, even though she doesnât look very good.â
âI see. I donât think itâs a good idea to blame her just because she looks rugged.â
Oliver patted Ryan on the shoulder. Ryanâs face was serious. Emilyâs words earlier were hard to ignore.
âArrogant. What? UngratefulâŠ.HaâŠâ
Ryan pointed at Emily. Emily flinched as she remembered what she had just said. When the butler came in, she realized it.
âYouâre not going to fire me for talking to a nobleman like that, are you? Iâd like to go back to washing dishes now.â
âYouâll be taking care of me from now on. Butler, youâre okay with that, right?â
âYes. Please do.â
The butler was about to say, âBut Emily is a chef,â but the mood seemed unusual, so he agreed with Ryan.
It was Oliver who was taken aback by Ryanâs words. He whispered to Ryan.
âHey. Whatâs wrong with you? There are so many mediocre kids here, why do you have to take this one?â
âFollow me.â
Ignoring Oliverâs words, Ryan told Emily and turned around. Emily looked at the butlerâs face. When the butler nodded, she had no choice but to follow the Crown Prince.
Ryan stayed in the room next to Baron Wright in the mansion. As soon as he entered, he took off his wig and threw it on the floor. When he took off the black wig, his hair was there, burning red like the sun. Ryan pointed to his shoulders.
âMassage my shoulders.â
ââŠWhat?â
When Ryan sat down in the chair, Emily stood up and rubbed his shoulders. His shoulders were hard. Oliver, who was watching them, stood up.
âIâm going to go heal my wound.â
Oliver showed his bleeding arm and walked out. It must have been half an hour.
Rumble.
Emilyâs stomach clock chimed in the quiet room. Her face turned red from embarrassment. Today, the kitchen was too busy to eat anything. She was going to eat after sharpening the knife, but now she was caught by the Crown Prince.
âOliver. Bring me some food.â
âYes.â
Oliver answered quickly, as if he had been waiting outside the door. Still, Emilyâs face lit up at the thought of the Crown Prince worrying about her and ordering her some food.
Emily sat still in front of the food Oliver had brought. The Crown Prince picked up a piece of chicken with his fork and put it in front of Emilyâs mouth as he said,
âHere you go, say ahâŠâ
ââŠâŠ Oh.â
Emily had no choice but to do as he said, and the chicken slid easily into her mouth. Emilyâs face turned red.
Before the regression, she was beautiful, so she accepted menâs favors as a matter of course, but now she was an ugly woman. Emily was uncomfortable with this situation itself, feeling goosebumps all over her body.
âI⊠I can do it myself.â
âNo, you canât. I canât be ungrateful.â
âReallyâŠ.I can do it.â
âI said no.â
âOh, really! I donât want to! Do I not have arms or feet? I can eat it by myself!â
Oops.
Emily covered her mouth. How could a commoner talk to a nobleman like that? And he was the Crown Prince, too, although he hid his identity. The look of amusement on Ryanâs face made Oliver look at him.
âOh Ryan, youâre a pervert.â
Oliver swore at Ryan inside. Ryan seemed to like that child and tried to use her as his hands and feet. Oliver couldnât understand his taste, but Ryan liked unusual things since he was young.
âIt seems youâve made a number of mistakes with me now âŠâŠ.â
Emily quickly knelt down and lowered her head to the point of touching the floor. Emilyâs body shuddered.
âLordâŠI have committed the sin of death.â
âThe circumstances are suspicious, but you saved me anyway. So I tried to forgive you for your rude behavior, but⊠You have destroyed my pride many times.â
ââŠâ
âEven if I die, I have nothing to sayâŠâ
Emily closed her eyes, thinking she would probably die sooner this time. Her goal was to live longer, butâŠ.it was then that she heard Ryanâs voice.
âYouâll be my servant, working in the Imperial Palace.â
âWhat?â
Emily thought she had heard wrong and raised her head to look at the Crown Prince in front of her. Oliver said, âThatâs enough of that,â and left the room. The Crown Prince looked around and said, putting one foot on the chair, brushing back his hair.
His pose was like that of a stone statue in front of the Imperial Palace. It was usually done by heroes and kings.
âI am Ryan Frederick, Crown Prince of this country.â
âOhâŠ.yes.â
Emily nodded. Ryan was perplexed by Emilyâs nonchalant reaction and said again.
âIâm the Crown Prince of this country.â
âYes.â
Emily blinked as she already knew.
âWhat do you want me to do?â
When Ryan suddenly started to take off his dress, Emily didnât know where to turn her eyes. His flat chest and nipples were revealed.
The bread that had formed his chest under the dress tumbled to the floor. Emilyâs face turned bright red. Ryan emphasized it again as he looked at her.
âIâm a man.â
âYes, you are âŠâŠ.â
âYouâre really suspicious, arenât you?â
Emily flinched by Ryanâs words. She didnât want to be treated like she was in league with the assassins again. Emilyâs mind quickly turned around.
âOf course, even at a glance, Her Highnessâ amazing muscles didnât look like a womanâs body! Who would be so radiant if their beauty wasnât royal?â
Emily decided to praise the Crown Prince as much as she could.
âHave you ever seen anyone who doesnât like to be complimented?â
Just then she heard Oliver, who was waiting outside the door, laugh.
âHahahaha.â
Oliverâs laughter made Emily and Ryanâs faces turn red. Ryan thought he was being deceived, but nodded because the servantâs words seemed reasonable.
ââŠItâs because of my shining beauty.â
âHahahaha.â
âOliver!â
Ryan looked at Emily, warning Oliver. It was the color of Emilyâs eyes, the way she looked at him like she knew him from the first time they saw each other. Ryan didnât mind the way she looked at him.
âYouâre going to be my guard. You will train in swordsmanship.â
ââŠWhat?â
âSeeing you throw the knife, you have a talent for swords. Use it for me. Then you may become a nobleman. When I see your muscles, I also see your strength. Are you married? If you are married, you can bring your wife and children to the capital. I will prepare a house for you.â
Apparently, the Crown Prince thought Emily was a man. Emily was at a loss as to how to explain.
âIâm not married.â
âOh, introduce yourself. I heard the butler call you something earlier.â
âMy name is Emily. Iâm twenty years old.â
âYouâre younger than I thought. By the way, your name sounds like a womanâs name.â
âYes, Â because Iâm a woman.â
Emily looked up at the Crown Prince without saying a word. The Crown Prince misinterpreted Emilyâs gaze.
âItâs alright. So what if your name is a womanâs name.â
âHahahaha.â
âOliver.â
âDo you really think heâs a man?â
â?â
At Oliverâs words, Ryan tilted his head and looked at Emily in front of him. Oliver went into the room at some point.
With a mischievous look on his face, Oliver took Ryanâs hand and shoved it completely inside Emilyâs jacket.
âWhatâs this?â
Something soft and warm was held across the cloth. Rubbing it with his fingers, Emilyâs nipples became harder and harder.
âHuh?â
The feeling was strangely unfamiliar but not bad. Unlike menâs nipples, womenâs nipples stuck out thick and hard. Ryan squeezed the protruding nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
âHmmmâŠâ
Emily let out a low moan. Ryan pushed his face in further to check her breasts, and Emily had to stop him from putting his face close to her chest. Emily swung her hand reflexively.
Slap! Â (*I canât with this novel lol)
Ryan turned his face away from Emilyâs slap. She actually tried to hit Oliver, but he avoided her hand and ducked behind Ryan. Emilyâs face was as hot as an active volcano.
Ryan couldnât look at Emily. The innocent Crown Prince, who had never touched a womanâs body before, fiddled her nipple with his hand. He could still feel it in his hands.
âThose soft breasts and hard nipplesâŠâ
He hesitated and looked at Emily, unsure of what to say. The feeling was oddly good, but he had to deny it. Touching a womanâs breasts recklessly would be a disservice to the Crown Prince.
âOh, thatâs⊠I didnât mean to do it.â
âIt doesnât matter if it was your intention or not. It made me uncomfortable and I have no intention of going to the palace. If I was disrespectful to Your Highness, Your Highness was disrespectful to me too, so letâs end this.â
âSheâs a woman in the first place.â
At Oliverâs words, Emily glared at him as if wanting to kill him. Oliver jerked and hid again. Emily stood up quickly.
âI have to go to work tomorrow, so Iâll go home now.â
âGoing to work? You belong to me. Didnât I say so to the butler? And your math is wrong.â
As Emily turned to go, Ryan regained his composure. Whether this girl was a woman or a man, he had to catch her. He couldnât let her ability go to waste either. And most importantly, it would be fun to have her around.
âI can look down on you, but you canât look down on me.â
Emily clenched her fist tightly at Ryanâs words. The one who stood at the top of all humans was the royal family. And the one who reigned over that royal family was selfish in nature.
âIf you follow me, I can give you anything you want.â
Your Highness canât give me what I want.â
âOliver.â
Oliver sighed and said to Ryan.
âAccording to what Iâve been able to find out, Emilyâs parents Jackson and Anna live here, as well as her six siblings.â
Ryan smiled and said to Emily.
âIf your parents suddenly have an accidentâŠ.. Your siblings would be sold to slave tradersâŠâŠIâm sure Iâll love itâŠ.â