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Chapter 10
“…What?
Cayden opened his eyes wide thinking that he had misheard it.
However, Diana spoke quietly with a serious face like him earlier.
“You asked me to tell you if I don’t like it or feel uncomfortable. I didn’t hate your highness. As your highness said, I was just thinking about the place.”
“…”
“Your Highness?”
Diana tilted her head when she looked at Cayden with a strange face.
He soon burst into a smile.
“You seem to be so strangely generous to me. What if I’m a bad guy, contrary to what you think?”
Diana felt guilty inside. Cayden was also a sharp person.
He said as he returned to his place and sat down.
“More than that, we found a more important part of our relationship that needs to be corrected.”
“What is it?”
“Name.”
“Oh.”
“It’s awkward to call each other His Highness and Miss among those who have fallen in love and have crossed political barriers. So I think you’d better call me by my name, Diana.”
Cayden added plainly.
Diana smiled broadly because of his attitude.
“Okay, Cayden.”
“…”
“Ah, are your ears red now?”
“Don’t make fun of me. It’s not my will.”
Cayden bowed his head, covered his ears, and grunted.
Diana eventually forgot people’s gaze and burst into laughter.
At that smile, the tip of Cayden’s ear was dyed a little more red.
~*~
Milard was excited again the whole way to the White Flame Palace, the residence of the 1st Princess Rebecca.
“How dare she ignore the call of the First Princess! Even if that lowly thing dares to go against the will of Her Majesty…!”
“Calm down. Anyway, isn’t the opponent also the 3rd Prince? The 1st Princess, Her Majesty, will understand.”
Viscount Susfield calmed his son down in a soft tone.
In the meantime, the two followed the maid who had left to meet them and headed for the dinner hall on the other side of the garden.
The Viscount and Milard bowed deeply towards those who were present.
“Thanks for the invitation. This is Nigel Susfield.”
“This is Millard Susfield.”
It was a soft and creepy voice that greeted the two of them.
“Come here. But it seems that there’s someone missing.”
Rebecca’s eyes flashed as she sat at the end of the table
Milard’s shoulders shuddered. Viscount Susfield tapped his son’s back and calmly straightened his body.
She then asked.
“Where is Miss Susfield? She might be my brother’s wife, and I couldn’t help but want to say hello.”
“The child had left the house early in the morning when she was called by His Highness 3rd Prince. I’m sorry she couldn’t come with me.”
“Ah yes. She is with the third prince…”
Rebecca rolled up the corners of her mouth with her look of joy at first glance.
But everyone in this room knew that her smile wasn’t coming from her heart.
“I guess it couldn’t be helped. All you have to do is promise the next meal. Then, both of you sit down. The food will get cold.”
The princess said with a cold face.
Viscount Susfield and Milard sat down and started eating after many twists and turns.
Milard tried to talk, and the princess responded with a faint smile.
Rebecca, wiping her lips with a napkin, suddenly opened her mouth.
“By the way.”
“Tell me, First Princess.”
“Does Miss Susfield have feelings for the 3rd Prince?”
“…What?”
“I’m worried that my brother doesn’t care about Miss and is only using her heart. If so, please tell me anytime.”
Rebecca smiled roundly with her supremely kind face.
Viscount Susfield smiled at her, trying not to feel the cold sweat running down his back.
‘As expected…you’re also suspicious.’
Now Rebecca was on alert of Viscount Susfield and watching him at the same time.
Viscount Susfield soon regained his composure and returned to the attitude of a skilled merchant.
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“Thank you for your concern. However, because my daughter was a child who grew up alone, I think it was very impressive that the third prince treated her with kindness.”
“Oh my, there are so many better people in the world.”
“After all, I’m not going to stop her from marrying anyone she wants.”
Rebecca looked at the Viscount and squinted her eyes as if trying to see if he was sincere.
He spoke his words with an attitude that was so calm that even he was fooled by himself.
“Anyway, I have no intention of supporting the 3rd Prince, so wouldn’t it be nice if we could prevent him from increasing his power through marriage? Diana is a very obedient child and she will not go against my will.”
Viscount Susfield cleverly blended truth and lies, and ended up laughing.
Rebecca, who had been silent for a while, finally declared the end of the war by waving a glass of wine in her hand.
“Yes, if you say so. I’ll prepare a wedding present.”
“It will be an honor.”
“It would be nice if Miss Susfield was like you.”
The last mumble was very gloomy.
Rebecca smiled softly in the cool atmosphere and tilted her glass of wine.
The wine, as red as her blood, disappeared.
~*~
Shortly after meeting on Parmandy Street, it was finally the day that Cayden officially sent an official courtship letter to the Susfield family.
Viscount Susfield laughed like a frog and listened to the toast. The Viscountess and Milard were not happy, but they celebrated together.
As a result, everyone from the mansion fell asleep early, and the mansion was quiet.
Diana decided to take the opportunity to create her disguised identity that she had been putting off.
“Moop.”
Diana’s eyes instantly turned deep purple, and her mana fluttered. The air in the room changed without a sound.
Meow.
Shortly thereafter, a black cat sneaked out of the hem from her cloak that Diana was wearing.
The cat with her purple eyes, the intermediate spirit ‘Moop’, rubbed its face at Diana’s feet as if marking the territory.
She said, leaning over and scratching her cat’s back lightly behind her ear.
“I have to go out and I will come back later for hunting, so I’ll let you catch a deer or a rabbit after work is over.”
Meow.
To Moop’s cry about how much she could catch, Diana replied with a cold sweat behind her back.
“Three?”
Meow.
“…Five?”
Meow.
Moop, who had been dissatisfied, smirked cutely, as if he was satisfied with it, and patted Diana’s foot with his paw.
Thinking he’s a cunning cat by any means, Diana lightly clicked her tongue while going out of the Susfield mansion.
‘It’s annoying to pay the price to Moop like last time, so this is better than standing out from others.’
It was not difficult to avoid the guard thanks to the Moop’s barrier.
After returning, she hid herself as if being sucked into the back alley where she first met Cayden.
She crossed the dark and musty alleyway and arrived at a large gambling hall.
“You scoundrel! Listen to who you are trying to trick now, huh!”
“If you lose, you have to admit defeat neatly! Hey, there’s a guard! Look at this guy!”
“Hey!”
The entrance to the gambling hall was noisy.
A person who tried to enter with a drunken, happy dreaming face.
A person who lost everything and went out while raising his voice openly.
Diana went inside, past the guards stopping the two men in a fight.
The place she headed, avoiding the people in the gambling room, was towards the back door.
‘You can keep going back through the alley, but it’s hard to hide the sound of your footsteps over there. Annoying things might happen.’
Moop’s barrier made the appearance of the contractor transparent, but it didn’t prevent bumping into someone or even the sound of footsteps.
So, it was more convenient to pass by a place where people were frantically tangled like this.
It’s easy to hide the sound of footsteps, and even if she accidentally bumps into someone, they’re all drunk and would think they’ve bumped into someone else.
Diana came out through the back door, opposite the entrance, into the depths of the slum.
After confirming that there were no people around her, she removed the barrier of Moop.
‘Is it next door?’
Diana remembered that the intelligence guild she was looking for was just around the corner, and she looked around.
Then she saw a familiar figure behind the half-open door in her eyes.
‘Found it.’
Wearing round glasses with short bangs, she was a guild leader of an information guild she knew before returning.
Diana approached there with a light smile around her mouth and stopped standing tall.
She was fighting with someone while raising her voice.
“Chief, please! He’s only 10 years old! Please refrain!”
‘Chief?’
Diana felt something strange and frowned.
Obviously, she was the head of the information guild “Wings.”.
But the woman was acting as if there was another head.
At that time, a voice of a man who seemed to be drunk came from the inside covered by the door.