Soon he burst into laughter as if he understood.
"It seems like someone has been talking nonsense to you. Is it a market word? You know that young people are more old-fashioned than people in their eighties. You're trying hard to find something between you and us-"
"Minister."
Medea raised her hand.
She cut him off resolvedly as if there was no need to listen to any more useless words.
"I asked the question."
"..."
The smile gradually disappeared from the minister's face, which was filled with joy.
The young Princess had a habit of interrupting Jim and her drinking had long since disappeared.
"Your Highness, I do all the difficult and complicated work. Your Highness, there is no need to worry."
The dark eyes between the drooping eyes flashed like those of a poisonous toad.
"You just have to have fun every day. You can read books, draw pictures, and go to parties like this at night with your maids. Just like it always has been."
"Is that your answer?"
Medea raised the corners of her mouth.
They pretend to be for her, but in reality, they are just rudely ignoring the Princess.
"Yes. You don't need to worry at all. Everything is proceeding naturally and according to procedure."
"Then, please bring me the budget and report for today's banquet by tomorrow. You followed the procedures as you said, so there won't be any problems."
The minister's mouth became quite stiff.
Up to this point, she is a Princess and has tolerated his rude behavior, but what?
"There is no problem, so why do you want to see it? It's just a difficult and complicated numbers game."
"Wouldn't Sir Sissair be at least curious? The reason is how this huge banquet that neither him nor I approved took place in this palace."
The hand holding the champagne glass suddenly stopped.
Angry, wide-eyed eyes rolled around in and out of the banquet hall.
A smile appeared on his face again as he found a suitable location.
He needs to catch this magnificent Princess properly in a place where people can't see her.
"For a moment... Can we please take a seat and talk to you?"
"Of course."
Etienne led the Princess to a small room at the end of the banquet hall.
Suddenly, the door closed.
Etienne's servant took his drink and closed the door. There was only Medea and the minister in the space.
"Whoa, Your Highness."
Etienne let out a slow breath as he used his hand to undo the cravat that was stuck in the thick skin of his neck.
He seemed quite angry.
"Are you going to give me the answer now? If that's not possible, you can ask your grandmother."
Etienne approaches Medea, brushing her hair.
"Oh, Your Highness. Do you really not know the answer?"
He looked down at the Princess with his tiny eyes and exuded the ferocity of a hunter threatening a young animal.
"Who will be on your side in this vast palace? What's the price? Queen Dowager? If I lift a finger, will Your Highness have a comfortable night?"
The voice was full of mockery.
"The only people by your side are your employees. Nobles hate Your Highness's lineage. If an attack were to happen to you, who would truly want to protect you?"
"..."
"So. Don't do anything hasty. Even animals do not follow their own path to death."
A clear threat. Momentum. A gloomy voice.
The sight of an old man threatening a very young girl is truly a sight that cannot be seen without paying money.
After putting down the cup she was holding on the railing, Medea smiled and crossed her arms.
'I'm sorry, but thanks to my war-like past life, your threats are worthless.'
"That remains to be seen. But do you know? Cuisine said the same thing."
"..."
"Power is as light as flipping the palm of your hand. Your position could disappear overnight. Just like the maid said."
Etienne could not bear the Princess's provocation and glared at her.
Are you putting me, the Minister of the Interior of a country, on the same level as the head maid who foolishly attacked you and then disappeared into the dust a long time ago?
Do you think my power is comparable to that of the head maid?
"Am I the same as that woman? Will Your Highness survive in this palace without my help? An idiot thinks it's a tsunami only if he shuts up."
"Is it? I will definitely not forget your words."
"Yes. I hope you keep this in mind."
The Princess smiled at the answer that seemed like a final struggle.
But what can she do, there is still a second leg left to climb the toad's poison.
"Speaking of which, Cuisine said something strange to me before she died."
Although the minister felt uncomfortable, he asked back without any hesitation.
"What do you know about what that unscrupulous person said?"
"She says there are maggots in the palace that are dirtier and smellier than her, so I have to catch them for the palace to run properly."
"..."
"But what about those maggots? They were so ugly that they didn't even mate properly, so they were eliminated from the species, let alone mating."
His thick hands were shaking as he tried to control his anger.
"So, in order to build up his shattered pride, he's torturing the weak, young cubs. Sir, are you okay? Is your face red?"
Medea stopped talking and looked worried.
"The room, the inside of the room. It seems like it's because it's hot. Please continue."
The minister's chin trembled as he barely smiled.
"I should have slaughtered it before it died."
He never thought Cuisine be spewing bullshit like this behind his back.
Suddenly, he saw the glass next to him. The minister gulped down his glass and drank it without any further thought.
As the cold drink went down his throat, the heat inside him seemed to go away a little.
"But I really don't know. The Minister has been in this palace for a long time. Can you guess who Cuisine is talking about?"
"Well. I don't know either..."
He looked at the Princess standing in front of him, dragging his horse.
That girl. What does she know and are talking like that?
There was no cloudiness in her clear eyes, so Etienne was not sure how much the Princess knew.
"I will make sure to remember and look for Your Highness's orders. Managing the palace is also God's duty."
"Of course. I'll just trust the minister."
Medea smiled and welcomed him.
"If you do that, I'll just..."
***
The minister ran out of the room and walked out of the banquet hall with great strides. Every time he took a step, steam seemed to rise from his head.
It was only when he reached a small room in the hallway that no one was looking at him that he let out his belated anger.
"Damn it!"
Wajangchang-!
"If you weren't a royal, this would be just a bite away! How dare you talk nonsense! What maggots? Maggots?
The minister, huffing and puffing, snatched the bottle of liquor from the hand of the servant who was following him and swallowed it in one go.
"It's lukewarm! You stupid bastard! You idiot! Can't even get the temperature right?!"
Rough, unreasonable outbursts of anger poured out.
"I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me."
The minister wheezed and held the bottle upside down to his mouth as if blowing a trumpet.
Only as the pungent alcohol went down his throat did the rising heat seem to subside a little.
Meanwhile, Umberto, who had collapsed helplessly from Etienne's kick, was cleaning up the debris left behind by his owner and recalled the contact he received a few days ago.
[When the time comes, the toad... Put it on the market.]
'Market version? When?'
Umberto sent another message with vague instructions, but the contact was lost after that.
Only then did Umberto realize that the day the note was talking about was today.
A small medicine bottle rattled in his pocket. The note also included instructions to mix it with alcohol and have Etienne drink it during the banquet.
The medicine bottle contained ingredients that maximized the effect of the scented candle.
Umberto, who had no way of knowing this, faithfully carried out the instructions in the note.
'By market version, you mean this banquet hall that everyone can see, right?"
Umberto glanced at the minister, who was pouring drinks like a madman.
'Still, he was a person who controlled his dirty nature outside.'
Today, after meeting the Princess, he got completely drunk and seemed to have forgotten where he was.
'Is this the aftereffects of that scented candle?'
Although Umberto has been by his side for several years, he has never fallen for the slightest provocation.
It seems that the person behind this unknown note really intends to bring down Etienne properly.
'If he looks like that in front of so many people...:
It is social annihilation. His reputation and everything else will be destroyed.
"What are you doing, still standing! You're out of alcohol! Bring it quickly, you bastard!"
The minister threw a stone statue at him.
He shouldn't have worried about a guy like this. Umberto decided to stop thinking about his minister.
"Yes. Of course, Master. I'll go down to the kitchen right now and order a cold drink and a sweet snack."
He stooped until the last moment to leave, and instead of closing the door properly, he left the door open loosely.
So that toads can be released at any time.
As Umberto walked down the cold hallway, he couldn't hide his feelings of anticipation.
How dirty and angry he felt next to this filthy bastard.
***
“Ha.”
As the Princess left, a hidden spectator who had been watching the scene sitting on a tree outside the banquet hall finally exhaled.
"Are you really that kind of personality? The Princess of Valdina is truly fearless. She's so small, how does she not flinch at all?"
"..."
"Anyway, Valdina's discipline is really shit. The Prince Regent, the Minister, and all the Princesses are just thinking of having a meal together."
"Shh."
As Gallo continued to talk, Cesare raised his index finger and put it to his lips.
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