CH 30.1

Even if the method was wrong, it was for his son’s sake.

“It can’t be true. My father who has neglected me all this time?”

I was a little shaken by what Cassion said, but I continued as if I hadn’t been shocked.

“He gave you the hint that he came to give you strength. I’m sure His Majesty won’t reject my request.”

“If he did?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s not important if he did. No matter what His Majesty thinks, I’m sure we could go up there. I’m still going to His Majesty anyway, so let’s think like we are asking him a favor.”

I pointed my finger toward the ceiling.

There was no turning back now that we have made up our mind. The only way left for us was to go straight. I wouldn’t even look back.

“Sure. Let’s say my father doesn’t hate me like you said. So, what’s next? He doesn’t answer even if I send a letter, so how are you going to ask for an audience?”

“All requests for an audience are cut off by Julia. In fact, I wonder if your letter was received well by His Majesty.”

I didn’t point it out immediately because I was proud of what Cassion did, but when Cassion said he sent the letter I thought Carmine probably didn’t receive it.

Julia could have intercepted Cassion’s letter in the middle.

Julia knew I was coming in and out of Cassion’s palace, so there was no way that she let her guard down.

No matter how busy she was with Phoenix Bank

Julia once stole a letter to Carmine and he got mad.

She probably only got caught once, there’s a high chance that she is a habitual offender. Since then, Carmine has replaced all the people around him who are suspected to be on Julia’s side.’

It was a long time ago.

“My letter… didn’t go through?”

“It could have been. So ask him in person. You wouldn’t know whether he replied to your letter or not. If he didn’t, what’s the reason?”

Cassion was lost in thought for a moment. He rubbed his thumbnail with his eyes down.

“Is there a way?”

Cassion asked. He decided to meet Carmine.

“Would I have said I’d meet His Majesty without a way to meet him? It’s Dyson’s birthday soon!”

Cassion frowned.

“How do you know Dyson’s birthday?”

“Oh? What?”

“Don’t tell me… you proposed to Dayson first before you asked me to marry you?”

What’s going on?

“No way! Don’t even think like that. I think of him as less than dust!”

I was confused at first and angry at the end. Cassion shrugged at my reaction. A huff came out of my nose.

“Sure, sure. I know you don’t like Dyson.”

Did I overreact?

Cassion looked at me and said,

“Why do you state the obvious?”

I was a little embarrassed from my overreaction, but I couldn’t help it. Dyson, Count Cotcos, Julia were my anger-inducing buttons.

“But from my point of view, I might misunderstand. It’s weird to know that you hate Dyson so much yet you know his birthday. Wouldn’t it be weird if I said I knew Julia’s birthday?”

His explanation gave me goosebumps.

“All right, Your Highness. Let’s continue. On Dyson’s birthday.”

“Yes, on the pig’s birthday.”

“Please don’t insult the pig.”

“I don’t want to say his name. What can I do?”

“Just don’t call him by name.”

“Fine. It’s been a while since we’ve met.”

When I was with Cassion, we kept getting sidetracked. Was it because I have a lot to talk to him about yet we didn’t have much time?

Or was it because I felt too comfortable because I was at the same age as my enemy?

I should wrap up the conversation I was having before the story went elsewhere.

“On the birthday of someone whom I couldn’t bring myself to even call his name.”

Cassion nodded. Seeing that he leaned his body on the table, it seemed that his energy was slowly reaching his limit.

I got up and brought a cushion. Naturally, Cassion bent down and placed one cushion behind his back and in front of his stomach.

Cassion hugged the cushion and put his head on the cushion.

Next time, I would definitely bring a teddy bear.

‘A teddy bear would look better on you than a cushion.’

Looking at Cassion hugging the cushion, I thought about useless things again.

“Tell me, I’m tired.”

Cassion hastened me. I hurriedly cleared up my thoughts and continued the discussion.

“They usually have a birthday banquet on the Prince’s birthday.”

“Really?”

Cassion had a face that he had never heard of.

Come to think of it, Cassion probably had never had a birthday banquet.

Carmine, you bad guy! I would never take Carmine’s side anymore.

I couldn’t believe he didn’t give this little, tender boy a birthday banquet.

“Your Highness, on your birthday, I’ll give you a big, big breakfast and dinner banquet.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? What do know what I want to do on my birthday? Just continue.”

Whether Cassion ignored my idea or not, I vowed to show my sincerity on his birthday.

“All members of the royal family can participate. And some nobles.”

In the evening, a separate banquet would be held, but the King’s favorite aides were invited in the morning.