Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Oh, dear. I didnt even realize I had lost it. Thank you for your close consideration, Prince. Who is the knight that picked it up?

Sir Raymond, a senior knight.

If its Raymond

He was the first person you greeted on my last visit.

Ah, that man. The one who slobbered on my cheek, puckering his lips everywhere to make me look ugly when we exchanged greetings. The guy couldnt have picked up the necklace he gave to Rosaline, but Haqab couldnt question it. Haqab lightly breathed through his nose and cleared his emotions with a smile. It was unfortunate, but he had never expected Rosaline to come around so quickly.

Of course, Im not one to give up quickly as well.

His was an indomitable will that wouldnt break after being rejected once or twice. However, to use the hands of another man to return the destroyed token he gave during his proposal He was very slightly hurt. Haqab smiled brightly.

I cant thank you enough. Just in time too

He rummaged through his pockets as he spoke. In his hand was rested a cheap blue pendant. The moment he saw it, Ricardis gaze hardened even more.

I also have Sir Raymonds lost property. Im glad I found the time to give it back. Can you pass it along with my words of thanks to Sir Raymond? Thank you for recovering an important object with the emblem of Baltas royal family. I want to repay you, so please come visit me sometime.

Haqab pressed the pendant into Ricardis hand, and their eyes met closely.

Please.

***

Chloe was drinking black tea in an office without its owner. Noticing some movements getting closer, it seemed that the castles owner had returned. However, the footsteps sounded very hurried, as if being chased by someone or something.

Bang!

The door opened. Chloes eyes widened as she looked toward the door. Would the air in the northernmost part of Lagos be as cold as the storm that just blew in? Ricardis, who opened the door himself without the aid of an attendant, had a chilly look on his face. About to open the door, the servant floundered embarrassingly with his hand in the air.

Ricardis unbuttoned the top three of his buttons angrily. His chest, exposed through the open collar, rose and fell rapidly. Ricardis inhaled and exhaled slowly to relieve his anger, but he couldnt maintain that pace for long and started breathing quickly again. He roughly ran a hand through his hair as he frowned.

Isserion, who entered after him, hovered around Ricardis worriedly. Ricardis spent about five minutes with one hand on his hip and one hand covering his eyes before opening his mouth.

Isserion.

Yes, Your Highness.

Kruck, kruck, there was a grinding sound.

Please tell me that Haqab is just as pissed off as I am right now.

Isserion recalled Haqabs face, which had had a leisurely smile.

He seemed much calmer than Ricardis as if he hadnt noticed the provocation. However, Isserion nodded while on the verge of shedding tears.

Come to think of it. It seems that Sir Rosalines dress happens to be white

Ricardis raised his hands. It felt like his ears were getting hot. Only the Imperial family and their partners were allowed to use white at the ball that celebrated National Founding Day. So Chloe was saying that the making of her dress had considered that she would be a partner of the Imperial family.

Stop harassing me and leave.

Yes~, oh right. Sir Nestor doesnt have a partner, does he? After inquiring about Sir Rosalines plans, I heard he went to the florist. How romantic.

Damn it, you should have said that first!

Ricardis quickly passed Chloe.

Sir Nestor goes with a bouquet, but what does Your Highness have with him? Empty hands?

At Chloes words, Ricardis hurriedly stopped and checked his reflection in the mirror.

Its alright. I have my face.

What?

He disappeared, leaving an absurd remark behind him. Chloes eyes were wide open, and she laughed.

Hes cute too.

Isserion looked at her with a fed-up expression and hurried out after Ricardis.

***

Nestor Sihorge stood still, forgetting his purpose momentarily, just like the onlookers around him.

Using his running skills, Hessa ran up a tree to climb it. His movements were light and seemingly unaffected by gravity. The boy, who had ascended above human height, thumped his feet against the tree in two or three steps. Then using a tree branch as a stepping stone, he angled his body downward instantly and used his momentum to throw his weight to deliver a heavy attack. The tiny figure spun and drew a sharp sword to swing in the air.

Rosaline dodged his attack with a slight movement of her foot, taking half a step back. The boys wooden sword sliced through the air and lodged in the ground. Hessa let go of his sword and rolled forward. And before his back and hips touched the floor, he bounced off with his shoulders and arms. The kick toward Rosaline was as sharp as a blade.

Thud. Rosaline blocked the fierce kick with her hand. The boy flipped back in a somersault. The onlookers could not help but admire his agility, and Nestor, who had forgotten his purpose in being there, clapped.

Hearing the voices of people, Hessa looked around. Their surroundings had filled with both apprentice and lesser knights. Focused on the fight, he hadnt even noticed the presence of the onlookers. Hessa stroked his hair awkwardly as if he had thrown away his skillful hands that dealt with Rosalines hair every day.

When Rosaline gently swept his hair away, his face became even brighter. The wind blew and tossed the boys hair even more, and Hessa closed his eyes, feeling the tickling of his hair and Rosalines touch.

[Hessa, good morning.]

The morning two days after being used by Haqab, Rosaline greeted Hessa as usual. Hessa stood still by the door and wept. The boy received no punishment for the unforgivable act of deceiving his immediate superior by listening to the words said by the visiting royalty of another country and the main enemy of Rosaline and Ricardis: the 2nd Prince of Illavenia and the owner of the Knights of the White Night.

You should expect punishment when you do something wrong. When the familiar formula routinely applied to the boy was destroyed, all that remained was confusion. Aside from the fact that Rosaline would no longer pat him on the head, he quaked at the crossroads of being abandoned

But Rosaline completely shook off his anxiety and greeted him bluntly. When Hessa only shed tears, she wiped his tears with a handkerchief. Shruk, shruk, it was a rough gesture as if wiping a window, but he was so glad.