Chapter 7
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Ryan’s mouth lifted in a sneer. His red hair and red eyes looked like he was a demon that had come up from hell to the human world.
‘I knew the Crown Prince was unpopular, but I didn’t know his humanity was so lousy that he would even make such a threat…’
Oliver saw the serious look on Emily’s face and felt sorry for doing a background check on her.
“Don’t be upset. The Crown Prince’s Guard is well paid. And look at you, do you think you’ll get married somewhere with that face? If you save your money, you will get someone who is blinded by money.” (🤣 oh Oliver)
“……Master Oliver.”
“Huh?”
“… I’d like to remind you that I still have this in my hands.” 🤣
Emily stared at Oliver as she patted the kitchen knife in her pocket. Oliver nodded, feeling fear in her cold gaze. Emily stared at Ryan, and Ryan’s eyes wriggled.
‘That gaze. Why do those eyes bother me so much?’
It was because of those eyes that he was eventually going to bring her under his control. He even made threats that didn’t fit his nature. There were many people who wanted to be his guards and maids.
And yet, he couldn’t figure out why he wanted to take her. It didn’t matter if she was a man or a woman. He just felt kind of damp and he wanted to keep her close to him. He didn’t know why.
‘Why does she stare at me so bitterly? I’d like to know why.’
Ryan stared at her. Her face was very ugly, and she didn’t look much like a woman. He had never seen a woman so muscular before.
He couldn’t believe she threw such a big knife, not a small dagger. It was also precisely aligned with the back of the hand of the assassin. Power and precision. She had it in her. It was a shame to waste that talent.
‘Yeah. It’s just that.’
Besides, it was refreshing to see a commoner with so much pride, standing up to the nobility and speaking so informally.
‘Is it possible that she is a fallen nobility?’
Emily was not afraid of nobles. She seemed to ignore them, even the Crown Prince himself. Ryan, curious about Emily’s past, decided to keep her close to him. This is going to be interesting.
‘Keep her by my side, she’ll expose every detail of it.’
Emily said in a heavy tone.
“I don’t think I can be your guard. …. Because I have something I want to do.”
Emily thought for a moment. She developed her dream, admiring chef Hans. But she knew it would never come true.
“What is it?”
“If I have to go to the Imperial Palace, then so be it. I’m going to the Imperial Palace Chef!”
She looked at the Crown Prince with sparkling eyes. Suddenly the Crown Prince looked like a wad of cash, and she rubbed her eyes in surprise.
“I can’t give up my profession, cooking, and I’m sure my cooking will be of great use to His Highness the Crown Prince!”
‘Yes, indeed! In fact, if I’m going to the Imperial Palace again, I’d rather be a cook. And it would be very easy for the Crown Prince to get me in there! And if I were to become a chef, I wouldn’t have to look at that face every day…’
To become a chef at the Imperial Palace, she needed a recommendation from a noble with connections to the palace and an introduction fee. The word was an introduction fee, but it was a bribe for personnel petition. The Crown Prince had the power to let her in. The Crown Prince smiled as he saw Emily’s shady mind.
“… If you wish it that way… I guess… I can’t help it.”
“Yay!”
Emily happily shouted.
“Oh, and don’t forget to train in sword fighting, and if you go to the Imperial Palace, don’t forget to go to the performance hall at the crack of dawn every day.”
Emily was flattered by Ryan’s words. Physical training was a daily thing, but after all, didn’t the Crown Prince make her his guard?
‘Let’s think positively. Let’s just assume I’ll be learning self-defense.’
Emily thought to herself. ‘I’m the Imperial Chef with muscles.’
‘Hmm, with a little help from the Crown Prince, I’ll probably become an Imperial Chef. With that title, I will have no trouble earning. Like Chef Hans, I may be invited to a certain nobleman’s residence and will do well in the kitchen.”
Oliver couldn’t understand Emily’s delight. He asked Ryan.
“Do the chefs at the Imperial Palace get paid more than the Crown Prince’s Guard?”
“How can I know what you don’t know?” 😂
Ryan replied brusquely. Oliver stared pathetically at a delighted Emily. Already Emily seemed to be expanding her imagination.
‘…By the way, for what it’s worth, she looks like an idiot. I’m sure the guard job will do it anyway. Why do you have to buy the hardship?’ Oliver thought.
“Bring some alcohol. It’s a good day, let’s have a drink.”
At Ryan’s words, Oliver called his servant to bring him some drinks and food.
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On a quiet and dark night when everyone was asleep, silence flowed inside a luxury inn. A man, sitting gracefully at a round table made of luxurious wood and drinking black tea, drew a face.
“…What? You failed?”
Masked men on their knees couldn’t raise their heads. There was a stab wound on the back of one of the men’s hands. The one who appeared to be the captain spoke desperately.
“I’ve committed a crime of death. If you give me one more chance…”
The silver-haired man shook his head as if he was disappointed. He sighed after another sip of black tea. The man spoke to the expressionless man who stood silently next to him.
“Wyatt.”
“Yes…”
“Kill them all.””
A man called Wyatt pulled out a sword and quickly slashed the necks of the kneeling masked men. It was so sleek that it was invisible to the eyes.
-slash!
“Ah!”
“Gasp.”
The masked men bled to death on the spot, unable to speak. The man who killed them was Wyatt Becker. He was the illegitimate son of Baron Becker. He entered the military as an adopted son of a baron who now has no children.
He tied his long hair with a hair tie reminiscent of lavender.
Unlike his beautiful face, he was wearing blood all over his body, and the silver-haired man was enjoying Wyatt’s appearance. He looked more beautiful with blood splashing on the purple buds. Matthew touched Wyatt’s bloody hair.
“Wyatt, open your mouth”.
“…Yes.”
When Wyatt opened his mouth, Matthew’s tongue came inside. Wyatt got goosebumps because it felt like a snake’s tongue came in and stirred. Matthew’s hand stroked Wyatt’s behind. When he stroked his front, Wyatt hurriedly stepped back.
“Master Matthew…”
Wyatt was taken aback. He was a man and Matthew was also a man. Matthew looked at the blood on his clothes and told Wyatt.
“… You got blood on me, too. Wyatt. Hurry up and wash up.”
“…Yes.”
Wyatt entered the bathroom with trembling legs. Matthew glanced at Wyatt and smelled Wyatt’s body scent left in his hand as he disappeared from sight. As the front of his pants became harder, Matthew put his hand into his pants and released his hardened manhood.
“Oh, my Wyatt…”
When he grabbed the pillar several times and shook it, the seeds shot out. Matthew was in shame when he saw the seeds on his palm.
‘I can’t believe I’m feeling this way to a man…It’s all because he’s so pretty for a man. You’re my hound anyway, so you have to be with me until you die.’
He didn’t intend to have a relationship with a man. Matthew didn’t have such a hobby, but he sometimes couldn’t control himself when he saw Wyatt’s physique. However, seeing Wyatt has the same private part as him, that idea was likely to disappear immediately.
A servant carefully approached. He called Matthew, who seemed to be lost in thought alone.
“Master Matthew… What should I do with the body?”
Matthew Lewis, the eldest son of Duke Lewis. The Empress of Cernia was his aunt. Having gold eyes and shiny silver hair that seemed to have been sprinkled with silver, he was popular as the successor of Duke Lewis.
However, he was so cold and indifferent that it was difficult for people to access. Matthew frowned at the words of the servant.
“Take care of it on your own. Do I have to pay attention to everything?”
The servant could not grasp the situation well as it was very unfamiliar and scary.
What was scarier was the son of the Duke who directed murder at random. He shook his hands and began to pack the bodies.
“Should I have used first-class assassins even if it took time?”
Matthew had a headache. It was difficult to obtain information that the Crown Prince would only bring Oliver here, but he couldn’t believe this happened. When he went to the capital, he had a headache about what excuses to make to his father.
Before the assassins died, they said something about a knight.
Was it Count James’ personal knight? However, even if the private soldier was raised, the Count did not have enough money to keep the knights.
Or was it the Prince’s Guard? He might have accompanied him secretly.
Then it’d be dangerous. If they followed, the inn here might have been discovered. Matthew’s face became contemplated. He grabbed Wyatt’s hand and spoke urgently after taking a shower.
“I’m going to be a Duke!”
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Next day.
Carter James woke up early in the morning. Usually, I woke up late in the afternoon, but today he woke up even though no one woke him up. He wore the most colorful clothes he had and knocked on Abigail’s door. (*Abigail is the Crown Prince)
Knock knock knock
“Miss Abigail. It’s Carter James. If you don’t mind, I’ll escort you to the dining room.”
Suddenly, he heard a loud noise in the room, then it became quiet. Carter was a little worried.
“Is this too early for Young Lady?”
But it was lunchtime soon. Carter’s first attempt at a noble lady, he wondered if he had made a mistake.
‘It takes time to dress up for a lady….’
“Hey. Miss Abigail, if I came too early…”
“No, Master Carter.”
The door opened, and Abigail appeared with Oliver, the escort knight. Emily was standing next to them.
The three looked haggard with a hangover thanks to drinking and sleeping late last night. When Emily saw Carter, she suddenly felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom.
“What’s with him?” (They still think Emily is a man lol)
“… He came to my service yesterday. I like him, so I’m going to keep him around.”
Carter was surprised to see Emily. Emily was very useful for venting his anger, but he was embarrassed to touch her due to the recent ups and downs.
Carter, who was weak against the strong and strong against the weak, was instinctively reluctant to Emily.
‘He probably didn’t say anything bad to Miss Abigail about me, did he?’
Come to think of it, Abigail’s face didn’t look good. It was also strange that the smell of alcohol vibrated in the room.
‘Miss Abigail can’t drink, so that commoner knight and Emily must have been drinking.’
Carter concluded on his own and gently grabbed Abigail’s hand.
“Shall we go?”
“…Yes.”
Ryan looked at Carter’s hair. It was shiny with so much oil he had applied. Moreover, he used so much perfume and Emily smelled it and ran to the bathroom.
‘Since Count James is stuck in the mansion and lives in seclusion, his son and daughter are also immersed in the country land, and the countryside is flowing with rusticness.’
Carter was violent, but he looked naive and foolish, so it was unlikely that it would be a fight with aristocrats like a thousand-year-old raccoon in the capital.
‘This will be a fight between Maltese and Doberman. Maybe I should get them out there.’
Count James, Emma James, and Baron Wright were already sitting in the dining room. Emma James was sitting next to Baron Wright and explaining things to him with a passionate face.