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Chapter 113
Translator: Yonnee
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“You really don’t want any tea? I already put in the tea leaves, so just drink a cup and then go.”
Yves set down the teapot and teacups on the table.
His movements weren’t large, but this alone pushed the knot of his robe’s soft, silk waistband… into a very precarious situation.
“Sh…Shall we drink?”
“Sure. Sugar? Cream? Milk?”
“I-I’m fine.”
“I’m going to put everything in.”
Though he complained so much about being dragged out of bed, Yves was now humming as he brought the containers of sugar, cream and milk.
Every time his long legs took a step, the knot of his belt just kept going lower… and lower…
Radis did her very best not to let her eyes gravitate towards his perfectly cut abs, and towards the navel that sat prominently on his lower abdomen’s muscles.
Completely unaware of her gallant efforts, Yves’s shoulders now began to bob up and down as he sang a weird song.
“On my day off~”
Yves hummed cheerfully as he opened the sugar canister. Then, with a small pair of silver tongs, he picked up some sugar cubes and dropped them into one teacup.
“Three sugars~”
Yves’ shoulders would bob up and down again whenever the sugar cubes fell into the tea, which contained milk as well.
The light shoulder dance further pushed the belt lower.
The weak silk belt was about to unravel.
Then, Yves lifted the cream jug and raised his arm higher than what’s necessary.
“Cream, too…”
The silk belt—which had been shouting, ‘I surrender!’—finally dropped its arms helplessly.
“I’m going to add a lot~!”
And, right in front of Radis, Yves’ robe opened spectacularly.
With a sparkling tada! going off in her mind, Yves’ chest, which looked as hard and as sculpted as marble, suddenly appeared. Then, lower, his gorgeously cut abs and rippling back muscles attributed to his tapered sides.
Immediately, Radis squeezed her eyes shut.
And then punched herself on the forehead.
Thwack—!
The sudden sound of bone hitting bone startled Yves. He looked at her in amazement.
“Radis? What are you doing?”
“Nothing at all.”
With an extremely stinging forehead now, Radis regained her composure and explained.
“This is the fastest and most effective method in resisting the temptation of an incubus. Marquis, you should remember this, too. There might come a time that you encounter such a monster at Monsterwood if you ever have to stay overnight there.”
“Hah? What are you saying? Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Okay, let’s just get straight to the point, Marquis. What I’ve been wanting to ask you about is the Sixth Imperial Prince.”
The incu… No, Yves sat across from her, then he responded.
“If it’s the Sixth Prince, then you’re talking about Nesseo Arpend?”
“Can you tell me about him?”
“That won’t be difficult.”
Yves sipped his tea, which had three sugars and plenty of cream and milk.
“How old is the Sixth Prince again… Twelve years old, I think? Yeah, I guess so. Hmm… I don’t remember much else about him—I’ve only met him once or twice. Nesseo Arpend doesn’t have much presence as a prince of the Imperial Family.”
“Why is that?”
“Her mother was a handmaid.”
“A handmaid of the Imperial Family?”
“No, the Empress’ handmaid.”
“……!”
Radis’ eyes went wide open.
“The Empress… Are you talking about the First Prince’s mother?”
“Yes. And just to clarify, the First Prince’s name is Charles Arpend.”
“I see…”
Lost in thought, Radis placed a hand over her mouth.
Considering that the sixth prince’s mother was a handmaid of the empress, and that he didn’t have much of a presence, it’s unlikely that he’d become the crown prince.
Then, considering David’s reaction at that time, the crown prince must be someone who’s instead closely associated with the sixth prince.
“Marquis, if the Sixth Prince’s mother was the Empress’ handmaid, then she must have a connection with the Empress, right?”
Yves nodded.
“The Sixth Prince’s mother was a handmaid who followed the Empress from when she was still living under the Lebeloia Duchy’s roof. You can think of them as people who are in cahoots with each other.”
“……”
Radis thought to herself.
‘Then… It’s probable that First Prince Charles was the one chosen to become the Crown Prince.’
She recalled Olivier.
‘So His Highness Olivier didn’t succeed in becoming the Crown Prince? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?’
In front of Yves, who was yawning without even covering his mouth, Radis fell into deep thought. She propped her chin on the back of her hand.
If you’re a prince who had a great chance at the right of succession, it might be natural to want the throne.
But last night, Olivier looked at the night view of the imperial palace, and all he said was that he disliked it.
‘What will happen to Lord Olivier if the next Crown Prince is the First Prince?’
As her mind wandered and as she sipped her bitter tea, Radis’ eyes turned towards the yawning Yves.
It might not be a big deal for Olivier if he wouldn’t be able to become the crown prince.
It’s difficult to tell whether it’s necessarily a good thing if he were to ascend the throne.
But then, what about Yves?