Chapter 151: The most liked things (4)

Chapter 151: The most liked things (4)

Her Majesty has said that she will hold a feast with the people she treasures the most.

Werner Venetiaan thought that this was a chance. The Prince Consort started smiling.

His attendants faces also lit up and they exchanged positive glances with each other.

It had already been three weeks since Queen Christanne regained a clear sense of reason.

She was shocked after hearing that her precious son had become a Diplomatic hostage of the Empire, but she was not shocked enough to make her go insane again.

The Queen was still strong.

Furthermore, she also had a solid sense of judgment to not strike down her Prince Consort.

Werner's family, the Dukes House of Sneijder was one of the major economic strongholds of the Venetiaan Holy Kingdom.

The current Duchess Sneijder was a colossus who had significant influence with both the nobles and politics, and Christanne had always maintained a friendly relationship with her.

The reason the Queen did not cast the Prince Consort aside, or maybe could not do so, was because of the ties to the Duke's House.

That fact always stabbed deep into Werner's heart while also giving him an infinite source of confidence.

It was like blood pouring out of the hole in his heart.

Bring me a new formal attire. The shoes and jewels all better be things I have never seen before. I will hold all of you at fault if the perfect look is not created.

"As you command, your highness.

The attendants all bowed after the Prince Consorts heaven-like command.

Even the people who grew up with high standards in noble households were lowly beings in front of Werner.

Even Prince Jesse, who was the Queens child was a lowly being to him, so the attendants could not say anything even if they were treated poorly.

This led to the Prince Consort's residence being busy from the morning the Queen announced the feast until late that evening.

Even the slightest of cracks, mistakes, or holes were not acceptable.

Werner was a man who obsessed over being flawless.

Your highness, the list of people you asked about in the past has been prepared. Shall I have it brought to you immediately?

The Chief Attendant silently arrived and asked while the hairdresser was combing the Prince Consorts fine hair.

His tone was extremely calm.

It sounded as indifferent as if he had created a list of attendees for a party or ball.

However, the Chief Attendant, the Prince Consort, and everybody involved knew that this list was not such a lighthearted list.

This might potentially be the most secretive and heaviest piece of paper on the entire continent.

The chocolate-colored eyes reflecting on the angled mirror became sharp.

A benevolent voice flowed out of the Prince Consort's lips.

I will take a look later. It is not something to discuss on such a happy day.

Yes, your highness.

He was being his usual capricious self. The Chief Attendant accepted the command without even blinking an eye.

If the Prince Consort wanted to harm the Prince tomorrow, that would be the case and if he wished to kill the Prince a year from now, he would just follow orders at that point.

Your hair is always so thick and the color so beautiful, your highness. It is the most beautiful hair in the entire Holy Kingdom.

"Thank you.

The hairdresser, who was keeping her royal customer happy, put some product in his light purple hair and brushed it extremely sincerely.

The attendants walked in with multiple jewelry options as she did that.

They kept their eyes down on the ground in fear that they would make eye contact with their master.

Werner scanned the jewels in the boxes with a casual gaze.

Today I will use the wedding gift her Majesty bestowed to me.

He then changed his mind compared to earlier as if he was just flipping his hand over. Nobody was surprised at this sudden command.

The attendants bowed their heads and quickly disappeared to find the wedding present.

Werner rubbed the wedding ring on his left ring finger.

His relationship with Christanne had been stellar while he was her fiance and even until right before they got married.

The Queen sincerely spoke to him first and wanted to fulfill whatever he wanted.

She did seem to draw the line on things every so often, but it was not weird as this was an arranged marriage.

In fact, Werner saw that as an extremely good sign.

Everything was satisfactory in comparison to the Duke's House where nobody accepted him as himself.

The Queens cautious demeanor seemed to be a symbol of her being considerate and the castle accepted him as a noble member of the royalty.

It was completely different from his life as the second child of the House of Sneijder.

Chief Attendant-nim, I dont see one of the bracelets. I believe his highness threw it into the furnace

Shh. Then do not bring the bracelet at all. Only prepare the items we have.

His older sister was born with a sense of authority.

She had their parents trust since long before she became the young Duchess and the people in the royal capital had only good things to say about her.

Her mistakes were seen as charming while her flaws were praised as giving her a relatable nature.

Her unique strengths made it easy for her to make friends and charm people no matter where she went.

As her younger brother, Werner had lived his whole life thoroughly covered by her shadow.

Unlike his sister, his mistakes were a sin and his flaws could not be covered up.

He would only receive a score of fifty even after putting in an effort of one hundred unless he was cold and flawless.

Receiving compliments were rare for him and he could name the few times he had received attention.

That was why he liked the position of Prince Consort.

He looked forward to Christanne giving him plenty of affection and attention.

She was an accomplished ruler but knew how to be respectful. She did not criticize him or try to fix him.

The time they worked together to be good parents to Elise was certainly a happy time.

Michael. Michael

A young attendant at the end of the procession started shaking in fear.

A silence that felt like the calm before the storm swept through the hallway.

Nobody dared to step up and speak to their master.

About ten minutes or so passed before Werner finally said something.

You said that the list has been prepared.

Yes, your highness.

The Chief Attendant immediately responded.

He had been supporting Werner for over thirty years and was extremely used to Werner asking random questions or giving unexpected orders.

There was only one list that the Prince Consort could be talking about right now.

It was the list of the spies that the Holy Kingdom had planted in the Empire for decades or maybe even centuries.

This list had names of Pair de Riester down to commoners.

I will take a look right away.

Yes, your highness.

The old man quickly motioned with his eyes. The Prince Consort's procession turned to head back to his residence.

Werner slowly unclenched his fists and turned around.

His lips were busted from biting down and his palm was bleeding.

The scar from blocking Elises spear did not easily close even with the help of a healing priest.

A new injury appeared on his hand that had just healed a bit but he did not care.

The thing that hurt much more than this tiny scratch was being cast aside by someone he relied on.

Being betrayed by someone you considered close was painful, sorrowful, and terrible.

Assassins were not the only way to commit murder.

Step, step, step

So he will make the Prince face the same embarrassment.

No, he will make sure that the Prince dies a much more painful death.

That dirty bloodline that put him in so much shame he will definitely make sure that it is gone.

*

Click, click, click.

After that, one, two, three! No, you turn on three. Not on two and a half!

Evas voice echoed through the wide hall.

The musicians playing an exciting melody stopped playing.

It has already been close to two weeks since we left Srnit and returned to the Imperial Capital.

People were starting to wear Fall clothes around the Imperial Palace and everybody was busy with their lives.

Well, we still did find some time to play every so often.

I earned a short moment of rest and sat down on the table.

We were currently having intensive training with Evas Beau Monde debut, the masquerade, coming up.

Christelle, who had been receiving an individual lesson from the young Duchess in the distance, had a complicated look in her face.

She then said, I'm really good at singing but when it comes to dancing Yes, she gave that unbelievable self evaluation.

Sir Johann, who was well-aware of her singing ability, chuckled loudly from the other side. I quickly placed my finger over my mouth.

Dame Sarnez has no idea.

Yes, that is what makes Dame Sarnez so great. It is also amazing that she has a Holy Knights physical strength but sucks at dancing.

His mint-colored eyes mischievously curled up.

Sir Johann seemed to be becoming more slick after becoming one of the Empress's people.

Or maybe this is his true personality but he had been hiding it?

Your highness, have you memorized a lot of the Empires dances?

I have memorized all of the allemandes. I really did.

I quickly added on because he tilted his head as if he didnt believe me.

How could I not memorize them when Perry would climb onto Rhea and Demy on top of Perry to be my dance partner every night?

Even Percy would help out, bringing a little cloth to flap around in front of my face.

I think he was trying to tell me to imagine that it was a persons face. To be completely honest, it was a bit scary

Two, three, tada! That was wonderful!

Oh my. I think I may have some talent after all.

Christelle, who finally managed to get the step right after eleven tries, seemed amazed at her abilities.

Benjamin and Ganael were seriously whispering to each other.

I held back a laugh and quickly buried my face in my notebook.

I had a lot of things to resolve on my mind and my heart since returning from Srnit.

Today was the day to go over the thing that had me the most concerned of all things.

I flipped the pages back without stopping.

A page that had faded a bit as it had been six months since then appeared.

My goal.

Don't get involved with the MCs and survive until the end so that I can go back home in one piece!

I guess I should modify the first half of that. I smiled bitterly.

Translator's Comments

Definitely have to change thatlol.