Chapter 22│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com
“You are a bad person, Mother. You should have destroyed the four baronages, erased them from the rolls of nobility, and thrown them in jail. Yet you’ve strangled them with a cotton ball… And make it a public spectacle. “
“Ara, Rushard, you are late.”
“My mother told me to participate, so I did. There were people you wanted me to meet? “
His Highness, Rushard Meister, the second prince of this country, appeared.
His Highness Rushard is a handsome prince with golden hair and blue eyes.
“The four barons were demoted because of the displeasure of the queen, and they were barred from entering the palace for two generations. They were also disowned by the Marquises of Filta, the Dukes of Shutia, and Crepes. No one would want to have anything to do with such a house. If left alone, they will fall, give up their titles, revert to commoner status, and die in the streets.”
I, too, believe that what His Highness Prince Rushard says will come to pass.
“That’s why I’m making it happen. They are alone and helpless, and all they have to rely on is their pride as noblemen. How painful would it be for them to give up that pride with their own hands? I won’t allow them to live in prison and eat for free. You think I would waste the taxpayers’ money like that!”
Her Majesty covered her face with a fan and giggled.—Her Majesty’s icy, enchanting smile sent a shiver down my spine.
It would have been easy to throw them in jail, but she didn’t do it just for the fun of watching them fall…
I made a mental note not to offend Her Majesty.
“By the way, it’s been a long time, Alicia. I’ve missed you.”
His Highness Rushard greets me with glee.
“Long time no see, Your Highness.”
I curtsy in the manner of a nobleman.
“Don’t call me Your Highness, like a stranger. We have known each other since we were children. I want you to call me Rushard, like in the old days.”
His Highness Rushard and I studied under the same teacher at one time in the royal palace.
I remembered Prince Rushard asking me to call him by his first name when we were alone—I used to call him by his first name.
I was too young. —And to call the second prince by his name, even though he was not my fiancée… It’s a black history.
“I can’t say that…”
Rushard-sama and I are now both adults. I can’t call him like I did in the past. Unless we’re relatives or engaged.
“Don’t worry, Alicia, I, the queen, will allow you to call Rushard by his name.”
“See, my mother says the same thing.”
Her Highness Rushard is beaming at me with the Queen’s support.
This is hard to refuse.
“I understand. Then I will take you at your word and call you… Rushard-sama. If that’s alright?”
This term is the best concession I can make.
“Can’t you call me like you used to?!”
Rushard-sama sadly turns his head down.
Don’t tell him I thought he was cute like a puppy.
“That’s just…”
Though he is a childhood friend, he is from a royal family, and you can’t call him that like you did when you were a little kid.
“I see, that’s a pity.”
Rushard-sama’s eyes shine like an abandoned puppy’s eyes—it’s a foul to stare at me like that!
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