The people fighting inside were the chef, Mayo, and the maid, Chili.
“It’s not meal time, so why are you making me do this?”
Mayo shouted, throwing the spatula on the floor.
“What does that matter? Madam is hungry right now!”
“I don’t like it, so you make it.”
An enraged Chili rolled up his sleeves and muttered.
“This kid doesn’t even know his place and is running around like that.”
“Where in the world would you find a place that hires a chef just because he’s good at cutting with a knife?”
Mayo, originally a medical student, changed his career path and became a member of the mafia. Because of his anatomy education, he was the most skilled at cutting within the family.
“Don’t you know that the boss’s word is law? You’re acting so fearless.”
At Chili's words, Mayo stuck out his stomach and resisted.
“Hit me instead, hit me!”
“Yes, I’ll beat you to the point where you’ll never pick up a sword again.”
Just as Chili was about to roll up her sleeves to really beat the mayo, Emily opened the door and came in.
“Ma’am, ma’am.”
“There’s no need to make a fuss because of me. I can just eat it myself.”
Emily, who was about to apologize to Mayo out of habit, found Cezanne in the kitchen with her.
She was watching Emily with sharp eyes to see how she would react.
“I’ll eat it myself...”
“Ugh, this is really hard to say.”
Emily said, frowning slightly in pain.
“Everyone, get out.”
In an instant, a cold wind blew through the restaurant.
“How can you say something like that...”
Mayo, who usually only saw the kind Emily, staggered in shock.
"You reap what you sow. You said you wouldn't pack them meals for Madam."
Chili also looked at Emily's expression and scolded him.
“That’s it!”
Mayo, who was about to reveal his true feelings in excitement, barely managed to keep his mouth shut and quickly ran out of the restaurant.
Cezanne, who had been watching the whole situation, clicked her tongue and muttered to herself.
“It’s pathetic that you’re trying to get the attention of a girl you like like that, even though you’re not a child.”
Cezanne walked up to Emily.
“Well done, anyway. That’s how you should behave.”
“Am I really good at this?”
It felt like she was being trained to be a villain, not a mafia.
“Anyway, I’ll prepare the meal for you.”
Cezanne was capable of anything. Above all, she naturally admired her composure in any situation.
After a delicious meal thanks to her, while waiting for dessert, the butler Alvin approached Emily with a stern expression.
“What’s going on?”
“Madam, His Highness the Crown Prince has come to see us. What should we do?”
The news of the Crown Prince's visit brought back memories of a previous nightmare for Emily.
“Did you hear what brought him here?”
“He said he came to see you after hearing that you were injured.”
Emily sighed and opened her mouth, wondering how he knew when no news of her injury had been reported.
“Please take him to the reception room.”
“But the Marquis won’t like it.”
Alvin remembered vividly how persistently Killian had been in dealing with the articles about the Crown Prince.
For some reason, the Crown Prince suddenly transformed into a model royal, a complete change of heart. Killian desperately tried to get rid of the knight, fearing that Emily might show interest in the transformed Crown Prince.
"But Marquis Starr's position isn't that solid. If I send him away like this, there'll definitely be criticism."
“Still, ma’am...”
"I won't let him see any other places. I'll just have a few words with him in the reception room and then send him away."
Alvin checked his watch. Fortunately, there was still some time left before Killian returned home.
“Then I will send the tea up.”
“Thank you, Alvin.”
Alvin prayed that Killian would get into an accident on his way there.
Lucius was led into the reception room by the servant, and shortly afterwards, Emily also came in.
“Long time no see, Mrs. Starr.”
As rumored, Lucius's expression and clothes looked neat and dignified.
“I heard you were sick...”
“I look better than you thought, don’t I?”
Lucius nodded awkwardly at Emily's words.
"The doctor said it was just a muscle strain. I'd get better after a day of rest, but Your Highness, I've made you take a needless step."
"It's a waste of time. I'm glad to see you healthy."
Emily scratched the back of her neck at the strange noise again and offered her tea.
“The tea will get cold.”
"Yes."
Lucius began to get to the point while drinking tea.
“There’s another reason I came here.”
“What’s going on?”
Emily asked without thinking.
"Reading the article, it seems you've been through something no ordinary noble lady would ever experience. I'm glad you're safe, but there's no guarantee something like this won't happen again."
And Lucius's voice became even more subdued as he told the next story.
“More than anything, your husband, from what I’ve seen in person, seemed extremely violent and dangerous.”
“Well, in what way?”
Emily wanted to explain to him how dangerous Killian was, but that would also mean bringing up the humiliating story of how he had threatened the Crown Prince.
“He’s a mafia guy anyway.”
So Lucius simply summed up Killian's danger with that one word.
“I will help you.”
Emily's mind suddenly crossed over to Charles as he looked at Lucius, who was acting like a Prince on a white horse.
“My marriage is not as unhappy as Your Highness thinks.”
Emily didn't really know what kind of person Lucius was. Even if she were in danger, she wouldn't be foolish enough to seek help from someone she barely knew.
Lucius was bewildered by the conversation's unpredictable flow. He'd been diligently building an image for someone! It felt like all that effort had gone down the drain in an instant.
“So, are you done talking?”
Emily checked her watch and got up from her seat.
“I have an appointment, so if you’d like, I’d like you to go back now.”
“I’ll take you there.”
Emily said, opening the door nervously.
“It’s okay, please leave. Just a little!”
Cezanne, who was standing beyond the door, smiled happily as before. The educational achievements were remarkable.
Lucius got into the carriage, still feeling dazed, not knowing what was going on.
Lovely Emily, being so irritating to him? It was hard to believe, even though he saw it firsthand.
Living with the villainous Marquis Starr must have changed her personality. Lucius gritted his teeth.
“Ha, but why is it that you look so cute even when you’re annoyed?”
He lived as a noble member of the royal family and never depended on anyone.
How could he possibly feel so bad about being insulted for the first time in his life? Yet, strangely, his heart fluttered when he imagined Emily getting angry at him.
“I was stupid. I shouldn’t have said that to Emily there.”
Lucius called his aide, reproaching himself.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please report to me, Madame Starr’s external schedule from now on.”
Lucius didn't think Emily would be honest about the situation in a place where Starr people were lying around.
Well then, he guesses he'll have to contact her outside and bring it up again.
“Yes? Madame Starr?”
“If I tell you to do it, you will. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll look into it.”
The aide clicked his tongue inwardly and left. His obsession with Madame Starr was becoming excessive.
'I'd better tell the Empress right away.'
The Crown Prince's aide immediately rushed to the Empress. Sure enough, upon hearing his story, the Empress clutched the back of her neck and fell back onto the sofa.
“Your Majesty! Come to your senses!”
The Empress, who had been lying down, blinked and opened her eyes again.
“Haa, I didn’t faint, so help me up.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The maid next to her helped her up with difficulty and said.
“It seems that His Highness the Crown Prince’s unrequited love runs deeper than expected.”
“I thought you had given up, but it keeps getting worse.”
The Empress said with a pensive expression.
“I guess I have to get Lucius engaged quickly.”
“Do you have any candidates in mind?”
"Well..."
The Empress recalled the young ladies who had attended the previous banquet. Many were of distinguished families, of beautiful appearance, and well-educated.
“But she has to be a strong and clever girl who can control Lucius...”
“Then what about the young lady of Huppert?”
The maid put Marlene on her lips.
“She’s a socialite now, and from what I’ve heard, she seems like a nice, sensible young lady.”
“Marlene Huppert? That girl is fine too.”
The Empress mentally placed Lucius and Marlene side by side.
“It’s a pretty good painting.”
Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on the Empress's lips.
“I need to make Lucius realize that the world is wide and there are many women.”
"Yes, he'll be moved after meeting her a few times. She's a girl with a unique charm, honest and bubbly."
"Yes, contact her right away. I need to meet with her first."
The Empress's heart became anxious because of Crown Prince Lucius's obsession.
“It’s not meal time, so why are you making me do this?”
Mayo shouted, throwing the spatula on the floor.
“What does that matter? Madam is hungry right now!”
“I don’t like it, so you make it.”
An enraged Chili rolled up his sleeves and muttered.
“This kid doesn’t even know his place and is running around like that.”
“Where in the world would you find a place that hires a chef just because he’s good at cutting with a knife?”
Mayo, originally a medical student, changed his career path and became a member of the mafia. Because of his anatomy education, he was the most skilled at cutting within the family.
“Don’t you know that the boss’s word is law? You’re acting so fearless.”
At Chili's words, Mayo stuck out his stomach and resisted.
“Hit me instead, hit me!”
“Yes, I’ll beat you to the point where you’ll never pick up a sword again.”
Just as Chili was about to roll up her sleeves to really beat the mayo, Emily opened the door and came in.
“Ma’am, ma’am.”
“There’s no need to make a fuss because of me. I can just eat it myself.”
Emily, who was about to apologize to Mayo out of habit, found Cezanne in the kitchen with her.
She was watching Emily with sharp eyes to see how she would react.
“I’ll eat it myself...”
“Ugh, this is really hard to say.”
Emily said, frowning slightly in pain.
“Everyone, get out.”
In an instant, a cold wind blew through the restaurant.
“How can you say something like that...”
Mayo, who usually only saw the kind Emily, staggered in shock.
"You reap what you sow. You said you wouldn't pack them meals for Madam."
Chili also looked at Emily's expression and scolded him.
“That’s it!”
Mayo, who was about to reveal his true feelings in excitement, barely managed to keep his mouth shut and quickly ran out of the restaurant.
Cezanne, who had been watching the whole situation, clicked her tongue and muttered to herself.
“It’s pathetic that you’re trying to get the attention of a girl you like like that, even though you’re not a child.”
Cezanne walked up to Emily.
“Well done, anyway. That’s how you should behave.”
“Am I really good at this?”
It felt like she was being trained to be a villain, not a mafia.
“Anyway, I’ll prepare the meal for you.”
Cezanne was capable of anything. Above all, she naturally admired her composure in any situation.
After a delicious meal thanks to her, while waiting for dessert, the butler Alvin approached Emily with a stern expression.
“What’s going on?”
“Madam, His Highness the Crown Prince has come to see us. What should we do?”
The news of the Crown Prince's visit brought back memories of a previous nightmare for Emily.
“Did you hear what brought him here?”
“He said he came to see you after hearing that you were injured.”
Emily sighed and opened her mouth, wondering how he knew when no news of her injury had been reported.
“Please take him to the reception room.”
“But the Marquis won’t like it.”
Alvin remembered vividly how persistently Killian had been in dealing with the articles about the Crown Prince.
For some reason, the Crown Prince suddenly transformed into a model royal, a complete change of heart. Killian desperately tried to get rid of the knight, fearing that Emily might show interest in the transformed Crown Prince.
"But Marquis Starr's position isn't that solid. If I send him away like this, there'll definitely be criticism."
“Still, ma’am...”
"I won't let him see any other places. I'll just have a few words with him in the reception room and then send him away."
Alvin checked his watch. Fortunately, there was still some time left before Killian returned home.
“Then I will send the tea up.”
“Thank you, Alvin.”
Alvin prayed that Killian would get into an accident on his way there.
Lucius was led into the reception room by the servant, and shortly afterwards, Emily also came in.
“Long time no see, Mrs. Starr.”
As rumored, Lucius's expression and clothes looked neat and dignified.
“I heard you were sick...”
“I look better than you thought, don’t I?”
Lucius nodded awkwardly at Emily's words.
"The doctor said it was just a muscle strain. I'd get better after a day of rest, but Your Highness, I've made you take a needless step."
"It's a waste of time. I'm glad to see you healthy."
Emily scratched the back of her neck at the strange noise again and offered her tea.
“The tea will get cold.”
"Yes."
Lucius began to get to the point while drinking tea.
“There’s another reason I came here.”
“What’s going on?”
Emily asked without thinking.
"Reading the article, it seems you've been through something no ordinary noble lady would ever experience. I'm glad you're safe, but there's no guarantee something like this won't happen again."
And Lucius's voice became even more subdued as he told the next story.
“More than anything, your husband, from what I’ve seen in person, seemed extremely violent and dangerous.”
“Well, in what way?”
Emily wanted to explain to him how dangerous Killian was, but that would also mean bringing up the humiliating story of how he had threatened the Crown Prince.
“He’s a mafia guy anyway.”
So Lucius simply summed up Killian's danger with that one word.
“I will help you.”
Emily's mind suddenly crossed over to Charles as he looked at Lucius, who was acting like a Prince on a white horse.
“My marriage is not as unhappy as Your Highness thinks.”
Emily didn't really know what kind of person Lucius was. Even if she were in danger, she wouldn't be foolish enough to seek help from someone she barely knew.
Lucius was bewildered by the conversation's unpredictable flow. He'd been diligently building an image for someone! It felt like all that effort had gone down the drain in an instant.
“So, are you done talking?”
Emily checked her watch and got up from her seat.
“I have an appointment, so if you’d like, I’d like you to go back now.”
“I’ll take you there.”
Emily said, opening the door nervously.
“It’s okay, please leave. Just a little!”
Cezanne, who was standing beyond the door, smiled happily as before. The educational achievements were remarkable.
***
Lucius got into the carriage, still feeling dazed, not knowing what was going on.
Lovely Emily, being so irritating to him? It was hard to believe, even though he saw it firsthand.
Living with the villainous Marquis Starr must have changed her personality. Lucius gritted his teeth.
“Ha, but why is it that you look so cute even when you’re annoyed?”
He lived as a noble member of the royal family and never depended on anyone.
How could he possibly feel so bad about being insulted for the first time in his life? Yet, strangely, his heart fluttered when he imagined Emily getting angry at him.
“I was stupid. I shouldn’t have said that to Emily there.”
Lucius called his aide, reproaching himself.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please report to me, Madame Starr’s external schedule from now on.”
Lucius didn't think Emily would be honest about the situation in a place where Starr people were lying around.
Well then, he guesses he'll have to contact her outside and bring it up again.
“Yes? Madame Starr?”
“If I tell you to do it, you will. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll look into it.”
The aide clicked his tongue inwardly and left. His obsession with Madame Starr was becoming excessive.
'I'd better tell the Empress right away.'
The Crown Prince's aide immediately rushed to the Empress. Sure enough, upon hearing his story, the Empress clutched the back of her neck and fell back onto the sofa.
“Your Majesty! Come to your senses!”
The Empress, who had been lying down, blinked and opened her eyes again.
“Haa, I didn’t faint, so help me up.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The maid next to her helped her up with difficulty and said.
“It seems that His Highness the Crown Prince’s unrequited love runs deeper than expected.”
“I thought you had given up, but it keeps getting worse.”
The Empress said with a pensive expression.
“I guess I have to get Lucius engaged quickly.”
“Do you have any candidates in mind?”
"Well..."
The Empress recalled the young ladies who had attended the previous banquet. Many were of distinguished families, of beautiful appearance, and well-educated.
“But she has to be a strong and clever girl who can control Lucius...”
“Then what about the young lady of Huppert?”
The maid put Marlene on her lips.
“She’s a socialite now, and from what I’ve heard, she seems like a nice, sensible young lady.”
“Marlene Huppert? That girl is fine too.”
The Empress mentally placed Lucius and Marlene side by side.
“It’s a pretty good painting.”
Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on the Empress's lips.
“I need to make Lucius realize that the world is wide and there are many women.”
"Yes, he'll be moved after meeting her a few times. She's a girl with a unique charm, honest and bubbly."
"Yes, contact her right away. I need to meet with her first."
The Empress's heart became anxious because of Crown Prince Lucius's obsession.
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