Chapter 73

Chapter 73

As a result, the temple’s power was not that great, but it was powerful enough for the Knight Templars to face bellacs.

‘But their number is still too small, right?’

Just because she won the temple’s support, there’s no reason for her to be so arrogant.

“Let’s be careful.”

Nina nodded at Adrian’s words. Since Adrian is already on alert, there is no way he won’t notice anything if something happens.

“That’s enough.”

Adrian, who was sitting on a one-man sofa, beckoned her. Nina slipped out of her seat and went beside him slumping herself on the armrest.

“Where are you hurt?”

“Wait. Did you think I lost?”

Nina said so, but Adrian grabbed her by the arm and looked all over her.

“Benzel might come to ask for a formal duel.”

“Then it’ll be the day when the commander of the Lily Knights gets defeated by the commander of the Dark Knights.”

Nina snorted and replied. Adrian let her go and whispered.

“I don’t like him.”

Nina opened her eyes wide at the blatant remark. It was the first time that he said his disapproval to someone so directly, and to another person who he only saw once at that.

“Why? What you don’t like?”

“Such humans must be······.”

Adrian shut his mouth while talking. Nina said, “What? What is it?” he added slowly when asked back.

“He doesn’t know his place.”

Nina burst into laughter, “What the hell is that?”

“Yeah, he didn’t know his place when he came at me.”

Nina nodded and agreed, then Adrian pulled her lightly and sat her on his leg. Nina slipped out of the armrest and wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Adrian.”

She looked him in the eye quietly. His eyes are completely different from the ones that came out in her dream.

Nina loves the shade of Adrian’s eyes. It always holds a steady light that doesn’t lose its shine. There lies unshakable tranquility, a subtlety that doesn’t harm others, and a somber and calm purity.

She pulled him and put her forehead on his, and as if tickled, his eyes squinted like being dazzled by a blinding light.

“I’m glad Adrian is Adrian.”

Adrian responded to Nina by wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I’m glad that Nina is Nina, too.”

Nina smiled quietly and said with a serious face.

“If Adrian cuts me, I’ll forgive you.”

Adrian took off his forehead and hardened his mouth as if he were angry.

“What are you talking about?”

The tone of Adrian’s voice raised, and Nina wondered if she should bring up her dream, but then she thought that it would only provoke anger, so she quietly turned away.

“Talking about how much I like Adrian?”

Adrian loosened his arm, and when she looked at his countenance once again, Nina flinched.

“Adrian, are you angry?”

“No, I won’t get angry even if you stab me.”

Nina’s golden eyes bent after a few flicks.

“I really like you, Adrian.”

“I also like you.”

Adrian sighed in response, and Nina jumped down from her seat.

She asked cheerfully.

“Young Master, if the Princess came out, won’t the Prince also look for you?”

“Yes, a courteous messenger came earlier. The appointment is a week from now.”

Nina nodded her head.

“Okay. It would be nice if the Prince was a rational person.”

As Nina wished, Prince Faradiv took the proper procedure and arrived at the Duke’s residence. Nina was even pleased when she greeted the Prince properly.

‘Vivian needs to see this.’

At that time, Prince Faradiv looked slightly frozen and opened his mouth.

“Dame Nina?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m Nina La Dell.”

When Nina answered, she couldn’t help to think why he was ignoring the Duke in front of him and talking to her, and the Prince quickly continued.

“Now I know what it feels like to fall in love at first sight.”

What? Excuse me?

Without realizing it, Nina’s polite expression, trained by Vivian, melted away.

Watery blue hair that shows that he’s the brother of Princess Vialentel, gentle eyes, and neat face like a prince.

His soft, twinkling eyes were stuck in her.

“I’ve heard a lot of stories and rumors about you. I thought you were the cool type, but I didn’t expect you to be just my cup of tea, this comes sincerely from my heart.”

Naff’s face, who was standing behind him turned pale, he looked around and said small.

“Brother, wake up.”

“I’m in my senses. Dame Nina, what do you think?”

Nina tilted her head and said.

“I’m looking for a lover right now, but······.”

Jean’s face, which was standing behind her, went white.

He quickly alternated the back of Adrian’s head and the back of Nina’s head and began to feel restless.

“Then!”

Faradiv’s face became bright, but Nina shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I’m recruiting a lover, but not trying to be someone’s lover.”

“No way!”

I wish I had been a knight, for this status of a prince separate you from me······.

Naff kicked Faradiv’s shin, who was rambling nonsense.

“!!”

He spoke on behalf of Faradiv, who couldn’t scream and bent his back.

“My apologies. It seems that the prince was confused for a while due to the hard work that has continued day after day.”

Nina answered politely when she saw Naff making excuses while wiping his cold sweat with a handkerchief.

“As soon as you enter the Duke’s manor, everything is up to my master. I am just a knight.”

Naff turned to Adrian, sweating even more. Adrian gave off a strange gaze, but he acquiesced to Naff’s apology.

Faradiv held back the pain and smiled.

“I lost my reason for a while. I apologize, Duke.”

“It’s nothing.”

Adrian grinned, and Nina stepped back.

It seemed that the reason he didn’t want to say anything more was because of the face of the prince, who somewhat looked like an exhausted salesperson.

Unlike Vialentel’s flamboyant appearance, Faradiv was dressed concisely. It was thanks to the circlet and the ring of the King that only the Royals could wear, that made it possible to identify him as a Prince.

Unlike Vialentel’s circlet, which was second only to the crown, it was a simple-shaped circlet.

To be honest, it seems poorer than being humble.

He’s like a prince of a poor country.

A prince of a small country who is good at diplomacy. But it’s because of that neat face that he’s the prince.

“Then let’s go inside.”

With Adrian’s guidance, he led the party to the best room.

From the first meeting, Jean lost his soul and repeatedly repressed what he wanted to say to Nina.

It’s not something to talk about here.

While Jean was holding back what to say, the attendant served refreshments, and as Nina watched, she thought, ‘Is there any news from the Count yet?’ and swallowed her sigh.

He managed to be well-mannered and polite, but it’s not good enough to serve the royal family. However, Faradiv raised his glass as if he didn’t care about such trifling things.

He drank the tea candidly without tasting it, then he opened the conversation straight to the point.

“My sister came, didn’t she?”

“Yes, Princess Vialentel honored us with her presence.”

Adrian’s answer was aristocratically smooth.

“What did she say?”

“She went after reminding me briefly of patriotism.”

“Haha.”

Faradiv laughed out loud. Naff looked like he wanted to cry. The imperial family doesn’t laugh aloud. They should not laugh, cry, nor get angry. They were supposed to always be reserved and calm.

This was something that not only the royal family but also all the upper aristocrats learned from an early age.

Exposing one’s feelings is simply for efficiency. Only calculated emotions should be revealed, not true feelings.

So from an early age, each person is trained to relieve their emotions in their own way.

But among them, the Imperial family was different. Even among the calculated emotions, the royals never show strong emotions.

Anger with a raised voice, laughter that sounds out loud, sadness accompanied with tears.

Those three were taboo against the imperial family.

But now, Faradiv laughed out loud.

‘Brother······. Please······. You didn’t lose your reason just because you were dumped, did you?’

As Naff was praying inwardly, Faradiv continued.

“I’m relieved that you seem to know my sister well. So what would you do?”

“I thought I had to do what I had to do as the Head of the Luverne family.”

At Adrian’s words, Faradiv’s laughter dwindled and said.

“I think so too. And I also have to do what I have to do as the Prince of the empire.”

“Will the roads overlap?”

At Adrian’s words, Faradiv said as he stood up.

“We’ll see about that.”

He grinned, and only then did he look like a young man of his age.

“I think it will.”