CH 155

“What’s this supposed to mean, Karendoll? Knowing that Master has a duel tomorrow with that idiot, why did you come here? Don’t tell me you don’t know whose room this belongs to?”

It really doesn’t make any sense, and it’s impossible.

I wanted to reprimand Karendoll aloud for being there, but I held back and calmly asked her.

Although she is a slave and ostensibly engaged to Kaisar-sama, she was nothing more than mere decoration, a camouflage to make it easier for him to move as Black Rose behind the scenes.

In the first place, what kind of behaviour is it for a would-be fiancée to disturb her partner’s sleep on the eve of his big day?

It is true that the other party is a dirtbag named His Highness Prince Claude, so even if Kaisar-sama were to engage in an all-night duel, there is no way he could lose, but even so, it would be outrageous to do anything that would burden Kaisar-sama.

“Ara, Bridgette, I should be asking you the same thing. Why did you come into my fiancée’s room like a burglar in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep and without making a sound? How did you intend to take responsibility if I were doing this and those things with Kaisar-sama?”

“Don’t answer a question with another.”

What kind of environment was she raised in to respond to questions in such a vulgar way? Maybe I need to ask her parents about it.

“Ara? Are you so dumb that you can’t understand the words ‘my fiancée’? It is true that as a slave, Bridgette, you are my senior, but I am Kaisar-sama’s fiancée, so please don’t confuse the two.”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

I thought it was for camouflage, but I didn’t understand why Karendoll, who hated Kaisar-sama so much until a short while ago, had grown so fond of him.

I know you worship Kaisar-sama for his strength and his ideology, but—

“Hnn…”

Just as I was thinking that much and wondering how I would respond, I heard a voice coming from Kaisar-sama, showing that he was having a hard time sleeping.

“Karendoll.”

“Yes. Let’s call a truce so that we don’t wake Kaisar-sama.”

And it seems too good to be true at the right time, as the atmosphere of the confrontation dissolved with Kaisar-sama’s uncomfortable breathing, so the three of us slept together for the day.

In the first place, Kaisar-sama is everyone’s Kaisar-sama.

The idea of keeping it all to yourself is a no-no.

Karendoll seems to share this view, so we both fell asleep with Kaisar-sama in our arms from both ends.

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The day ended without them knowing that Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave, was hiding inside the bed that was big enough for three people, hollowing out the contents of the bed to the size of a person and soaking in the pleasure of feeling Kaisar’s weight.

[EDN: Wtf is wrong with these people?]