Cedella created an opportunity, so now is the time to trick Michael.
It was clear that they were trying to end the Poison Workshop controversy by pushing it into Eve's bedroom.
'Ha, somehow the hands and feet of the users work well together.'
Michael wasn't particularly angry.
The employees had just realized the palace's physiology today, and in fact, this was the best way to restore the palace's honor.
He was just curious about one thing.
'Could it be that the Princess gave an order?'
Michael's eyes wavered slightly.
While his mind and heart were in turmoil at the same time, Hugh began to attend to Michael.
Hugh, a young nobleman, was not very resourceful, so it took a long time for him to finish his ablutions.
Thanks to this, the scented oil penetrated deeply into Michael’s whole body.
Hugh seemed satisfied with Michael's condition, which was as fresh and fragrant as a flower.
When Michael finished changing into the new uniform he was given, he went to Eve's quarters.
Peony and Lian, who had returned, were diligently carrying the food they had brought from the kitchen.
From what he heard, it seemed like the place to eat was the bedroom.
He might not know it if it had been a narrow space in the past, but the fresh green room had a separate dining room.
Nevertheless, arranging a place for dinner with the opposite sex in the bedroom is also an impure intention.
It was like making it known to everyone.
‘Whoa...'
It was when Michael, who was even more distraught, let out a sigh of lamentation.
Cedella came out into the drawing room.
“Lord Agnito, we are ready. Please come in..”
"I get it."
Michael's heart wasn't ready yet, but there was nothing he could do.
His long, outstretched legs walked steadily.
After passing through the powder room, he arrived at the bedroom.
Creak.
I heard the sound of the escape route being blocked behind me.
“Welcome, Michael.”
Eve said hello through the thick stack of paper she was looking at.
Eve was dressed in a comfortable chemise, with her freshly dried hair hanging over one shoulder.
The chemise dress, which had small flower patterns embroidered on an ivory background, was not transparent.
The design was a bit confusing as to whether it was an indoor dress or pajamas.
Only after Michael had sat across from the table did Eve put down the wad of paper in her hand with a regretful look on her face.
Michael's nervousness eased slightly at the sight of his studious appearance.
“Didn’t you decide to rest?”
“There was some research data I forgot to look at yesterday. I’m just going to watch this and rest.”
“Your Highness seems to be always busy.”
“After setting a goal, I realized that there was too much to do. It’s a big problem because suddenly there are too many assignments.”
“You speak as if you suddenly set a goal one day.”
“That’s true actually.”
“That goal may not be of a scale that can be decided overnight.”
"Ha ha ha. You may not believe it, but it’s true.”
“If Your Highness says so, then it must be so.”
Cedella and Peony were together in the bedroom to serve the meal.
Since Eve has not yet revealed her aspirations to anyone other than Cedella, the term succession to the throne was lumped together with the word goal.
Eve said, picking up a fork and knife.
“Are you hungry? Let’s eat quickly.”
Tonight's dish served by the imperial chef of the eastern villa is creamy spaghetti and lamb.
It was steak, green salad, and blueberry sangria.
Eve watched Michael carefully as he served his food with impeccable manners.
“It’s delicious.”
"Yes? Shall we have dinner together often in the future?”
Eve, who gained confidence, sneaks an offer.
Michael flinched, but thanks to his well-trained indifference and expressionless expression, he quickly returned to his flawless self.
“If Your Highness wishes.”
"Yes. Let's eat together."
Eve smiled brightly, unaware that Michael was struggling to guess the true intention of the invitation.
After that, dinner went normally without any problems.
Eve's attitude leading the atmosphere at the dinner table was no different from usual.
Although Michael was slightly nervous, he did a good job of pretending that nothing was wrong.
“...So for now, it's enough to keep the 6th Princess and 6th Prince quiet. I have no intention of disclosing or leaking the surveillance golem's records. It is too early to have a direct confrontation with the Third Princess.”
“Do you intend to keep the surveillance golem?”
"Yes. First, I put it in a cage to prevent it from flying away. See it over there?”
Eve pointed to a birdcage hanging from the ceiling.
A golem was trapped in a cage with a blocking barrier.
“They are illegally occupying the imperial family’s assets, but I don’t know if it’s okay.”
“There’s Alben in the protocol department. It will solve the problem of stealing at least one surveillance golem.”
“Ah, was that the errand you sent to the Protocol Department earlier?”
"Yes. That's right."
The surveillance golem trapped in a cage was waving its long tail and bumping its head and body here and there.
Although he was a creature without even the slightest sense of self, let alone life, he wanted to go outside.
It looked no different from the poor animal.
“But we can’t keep it like that, can we?”
"Yes. It would be difficult if they were found, and it would be pitiful to see them trapped.”
“Why don’t we just take out the core and completely crush the body into powder?”
“Michael, I haven’t seen it that way, but it’s cruel.”
“I are merely suggesting a reasonable method by destroying evidence.”
"No way. I get along well with Tail.”
“...Tail? Did you give it a name?"
Eve answered with a smile.
“I have roughly thought about its use. I’ll deal with it later when I have time.”
Eve drank the remaining sangria.
By that time, Eve and Michael had both forks and knives lined up on their plates.
After confirming that the meal was over, Cedella and Pheony cleared the table.
Put empty plates and utensils on the tray
Eve said to the women who were being carried out.
“I’ll take care of the tea. Cedella and Peony can rest now.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
"Good night."
As Michael watched the girls leave while giving polite answers, he felt the tension he had almost forgotten for a moment come back.
'You're already growing up.'
It was still too early to call it a night.
Peony's greeting revealed her true feelings so honestly that Michael almost burst out laughing.
“Everyone has left, so let’s talk in peace over tea. By the way, I forgot to make oolong tea.”
Meanwhile, Eve didn't seem to think anything of it, so she went to the tea blending station and started blending tea leaves.
She takes out the tea utensil and drinks oolong tea.
The look was very elegant and neat, from the gaze to the movements of the fingertips.
It was not a gesture or facial expression that could have been seen by someone with wrong intentions.
Even the tea she brewed was clear.
'Yes, the Princess can't do that.'
As Michael continued to watch, he felt guilty for doubting Eve.
“Michael.”
Eve sat down, held her share of the teacup in her hand, and called Michael.
Michael looked at her with eyes slightly clouded by self-blame.
Amber eyes were staring at him with a serious glow.
“As you may have guessed, I have a suggestion.”
Michael must have been puzzled because he had no guesses at all.
It was time.
“Do you want to rest in my room tonight?”
At this moment, Michael experienced firsthand what it was like to have his mind turn white.
It is a phrase whose implications must be weighed between men and women, but between the royal family and their direct knights, it was a direct phrase that did not need to be discussed.
According to the imperial grammar, Eve's words were 'Serve me tonight.'
It was an order.
Michael's paralyzed thinking circuit began to function again. But he was still confused.
This is because the belief that Eve could not do that and the resignation that he knew this day would come since she was also a member of the royal family clashed tightly with each other.
Michael took a shot of hot oolong tea.
Even so, the thirst did not go away.
He seemed to be out of his mind and drank an empty glass.
He put it in his mouth and took it off several times.
“Michael?”
At this point, it seemed like Michael's nursery rhyme could be read in Eve's eyes.
At that time, Michael seemed to have made up his mind about something.
He took a deep breath, swallowed dry saliva, and looked directly into Eve’s eyes.
When he opened his mouth, a slightly nervous sound came out.
“Princess.”
"Yes."
“I learned at the training center that the royal family gives orders to rest at night... You said it meant serving.”
Meanwhile, Eve didn't seem to think anything of it, so she went to the tea blending station and started blending tea leaves.
She takes out the tea utensil and drinks oolong tea.
The look was very elegant and neat, from the gaze to the movements of the fingertips.
It was not a gesture or facial expression that could have been seen by someone with wrong intentions.
Even the tea she brewed was clear.
'Yes, the Princess can't do that.'
As Michael continued to watch, he felt guilty for doubting Eve.
“Michael.”
Eve sat down, held her share of the teacup in her hand, and called Michael.
Michael looked at her with eyes slightly clouded by self-blame.
Amber eyes were staring at him with a serious glow.
“As you may have guessed, I have a suggestion.”
Michael must have been puzzled because he had no guesses at all.
It was time.
“Do you want to rest in my room tonight?”
At this moment, Michael experienced firsthand what it was like to have his mind turn white.
It is a phrase whose implications must be weighed between men and women, but between the royal family and their direct knights, it was a direct phrase that did not need to be discussed.
According to the imperial grammar, Eve's words were 'Serve me tonight.'
It was an order.
Michael's paralyzed thinking circuit began to function again. But he was still confused.
This is because the belief that Eve could not do that and the resignation that he knew this day would come since she was also a member of the royal family clashed tightly with each other.
Michael took a shot of hot oolong tea.
Even so, the thirst did not go away.
He seemed to be out of his mind and drank an empty glass.
He put it in his mouth and took it off several times.
“Michael?”
At this point, it seemed like Michael's nursery rhyme could be read in Eve's eyes.
At that time, Michael seemed to have made up his mind about something.
He took a deep breath, swallowed dry saliva, and looked directly into Eve’s eyes.
When he opened his mouth, a slightly nervous sound came out.
“Princess.”
"Yes."
“I learned at the training center that the royal family gives orders to rest at night... You said it meant serving.”
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