While trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible in the carriage running as the Marquis Gulil, Lantid’s face looked bright all the time.
[Prince Lantid is old enough to get married, so he has to practice his manners towards Ladies?]
If it weren’t for this situation, I would have admired him for being such a considerate prince.
On the way to the house of the woman who might get married and interrogating her family, I wish he hadn’t practiced.
I thought he had a thoughtful and friendly personality, but the imperial family is the imperial family, after all. I couldn’t follow the trajectory of the accident.
Lantid suddenly spoke to me, but my heart was pounding because I had no idea what would happen in the future.
“Miss Nass, I want to finish this job quickly.”
I looked at him without replying, and his blue eyes were serious.
“And I want you to finish this job.”
“I’ll do my best, Your Highness.”
“I think so.”
Thinking it was a kind of encouragement, I bowed my head broadly, but when I thought about it quietly in the carriage wrapped in silence, something was strange.
Understandably, he wants to finish this case quickly.
The prince must be in trouble because he has intervened in his mother’s personal affairs.
Searching the house of a woman she might be engaged to prince Lantid seems a little absurd.
But apart from that, it wouldn’t be good to hold on to this case for a long time.
I was going to proceed as fast as I could.
But isn’t the following statement a bit strange?
I wanted to be a doctor entrusted by the emperor to accept the count’s case, now persuaded by the prince to end this quickly.
I wondered why the emperor didn’t transfer the case to the intelligence service, but I wonder if there’s something I don’t know about them.
As I pondered about these thoughts, I suddenly realized that I was thinking very useless thoughts. Whatever the case, what does that have to do with me?
I sat silently in sympathy with the prince’s silence, hoping that my back would not burst in between the fields.
[Nass meant her current situation is perilous that if she follows emperor’s words, then marquis will become her enemy, and if she refuses emperor’s words, she will face emperor’s wrath.]
We talked to each other in the office, but as it was only the two of us left, the prince, who was somewhat awkward and quiet, got off the carriage and reached out again when the carriage arrived. I got out of the wagon this time, using my hand to not lean on him.
As I looked up at the Marquis of Gullil estate, which was ten times the size of my little house, and which was much larger than the home of the Viscount Moetton, I was a little stunned.
If I had come alone, it would have been difficult to cross the front door that looked far away, but perhaps it was with the prince, who is like a universal key, the butler of the marquis politely bowed his head to welcome us.
Guided by the butler, I entered the marquis’ mansion, followed by Mr. Stein and about 20 of his subordinates.
Marquis’s servants came out and looked at them with unpleasant faces, and I felt a stinging sensation on my back.
“Your Highness Prince Lantid.”
Looking ahead at the clear voice, a young lady with a bright face smiled broadly and bowed her head toward the prince.
She was a lovely young girl with long reddish blonde hair in a luxurious blue satin dress and a smiling face.
“Diora Young lady, long time no see.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. What about you?”
“Yes, I have been well and I was going to invite you to the palace sooner or later, but I’m sorry to meet you like this.”
Lantid said while stroking his chin, and the young lady, Marquis Diora, who did not know what was going on, came out with a puzzled face and looked at the guards.
The niece of the Marquis Gullail, who is being talked about as a potential consort candidate, seemed to be a powerful woman.
Compared to Marquis Diora’s, Lantid’s attitude was plain.
Before Diora Young lady opened her mouth again, a middle-aged man appeared from the hallway on the right and approached us at a quick pace.
“Greetings, Your Majesty the Crown Prince. Forgive this Marquis for not being aware of your unexpected visit.”
Like Diora, with a happy face, he seemed to be the Marquis of Gullil, so I bowed my head, but I didn’t care about the Marquis.
As he greeted Lantid, I observed the Marquis.
For the mid-40s, with a flawless and robust body, he was once considered worthy of being called the best swordsman in the empire.
He was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and white height that would have captured the emperor’s eyes, but I had no intention of rebuking him because I was struggling not to get stabbed in the eyes of Marquis Dundre Gulil with that hand.
Lantid, the only laid-back person in the crowd, changed the mood with a quiet word.
“I want have some tea from the Marquis. Marquis, are you going to leave me here?”
“…I will take you to the reception room.”
While grinding his teeth, Marquis Gulil turned and disappeared into the hallway on the right with the prince. I breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.
Stein, who was behind me, spoke to the butler of the marquis on my behalf.
“Guide me to the office.”
The butler looked at his master’s distant back and turned his back with a look of dismay.
As I followed him up the stairs to the second floor, I was shocked.
I saw the face of Diora Young lady whose eyes were trembling.
She was trembling, unable to accept what had happened before her eyes. It was the same for me that I wanted this to be a dream, but I couldn’t back down now because the prince was commanded by the emperor’s order to help me to solve this case.