It was around that time that the chamb and Heimt ended their conversation. She had a strong feeling that he might have brought it out to show off his poetry words.
They were talking in the middle of the stairs coming down from this floor, and slowly headed down. It was a tense moment for Rosentine.
She wanted to run over and show her face, but after seeing such an outrageous scene just now, she felt embarrassed. She wouldn't have been able to say it with such black hair anyway
Moreover, seeing her wearing a maid's uniform would make Heimt stunned. Rosentine shrugged. It wasn't a big deal for the cute Corte.
'We can't get caught. Not yet, Father.'
Rosentine lowered her head even more and subtly covered her face with her hair. She moved her seat with a cautious step to sit in the blind spot. It was a place covered by the bodies of Shartus, Lucien, and Hostang.
Shartus looked at her with a puzzled expression, but Rosentine said with a brazen face, 'This place is good.'
It was a remark that silenced Hostang's mouth, which was about to say something. Although he had largely overcome his aversion to sorcery, he still lacked immunity. "Do you want to do it here?" he asked nervously.
She felt quite nervous. She tried to keep her face as calm as possible so that others wouldn't notice her nervousness.
Heimt would say hello to Shartus for a while. If she hadn't been discovered then, the crisis would have passed. Her heart was pounding, and she remembered playing hide and seek with her parents when she was a child, and the corners of her mouth were raised.
"Your Royal Highness."
"Duke."
Heimt Arzen, who finally arrived downstairs, saw Shartus and greeted him. Shartus also seemed to return the greeting.
Heimt's face returned to his usual appearance, giving off a solid impression. The scene where a man with a devil's face meets a dignified Duke was, to be honest, a really pleasing sight.
It was all the more so because the hair color was contrasting.
"Are you on your way to meet His Royal Highness?"
"Yes, I stop by a few times a week to talk with His Royal Highness."
"How does she look in her physical condition?"
"It's not enough to move yet."
Shartus nodded. His face was a little stiff. Heimt's face, like Shartus's, gradually hardened with worry as he brought up the story of Crown Prince Eswar.
Eswar Kartazen. Like those born into the imperial family, his abilities were also outstanding. Heimt himself had considered him a potential King, so his illness was a pity.
Heimt clenched his fist and then greeted again. They were just passing each other.
"Then I'll be going now."
"Rest in peace, Duke. It was a pleasure talking to you for a moment."
"Your Royal Highness, please rest in peace."
It was a place to say goodbye with a light silence. Rosentine stiffened beside him, then desperately lowered her bangs to cover her eyes. It was very fortunate that the story of the Crown Prince came out.
Heimt seemed to be lost in deep thought. Eventually, Heimt headed out of the drawing room door, accompanied by an escort knight. It seemed that the family's escort knight was looking at her, and Rosentine looked away.
"Hmm? What's going on, Tarus?"
"That..."
Heimt's gaze turned to him at the hesitant movement of the escort knight. Rosentine's heart sank. She quickly twisted the ends of her hair and then scratched the back of her hair as if she was bored.
It was the same gesture that had once made Hostang shudder. Tarus shook his head as he gazed at her, her lack of decorum or nobility.
"No, let's go."
"Yes."
Heimt then resumed his steps. The well-oiled door didn't even creak its hinges. It opened smoothly and closed again.
Rosentine let out a deep sigh. Shartus was about to say something to her, but before he could, the chamberlain spoke first, his steps conforming to etiquette.
"You have waited a long time."
“What about His Royal Highness?”
"I understand you are at a point where you can have a conversation. I have been ordered to serve Your Royal Highness."
Shartus nodded, and he and the other two loyalists stood up together. Now it was the main topic. Rosentine clearly controlled her scattered spirit.
The attendant took the lead in walking down the stairs. Lucien and Hostang were ahead, and she followed suit. Shartus moved a little closer and whispered in her ear.
"Is getting caught your taste?"
With that low-pitched voice.
Rosentine looked at him with wide eyes. The attendant had already arrived at the Crown Prince's door and was knocking on the door.
"Your Royal Highness. The Second Prince Shartus is here."
“I’ll open the door.”
When he heard a sound from inside, the attendant opened the door with a gentle gesture. Rosentine looked at Shartus with a slightly dazed face.
Instead of looking at the room where the door was opening, he looked at Rosentine, the corners of his mouth raised. It was a relaxed smile, but as always, it was a strange expression. That smile seemed to be urging an answer.
A serious gaze lingered on Rosentine's eyes. Just as she was about to say something, the chamberlain gestured inward.
“Please enter.”
Like the reception room, it was a luxurious room, ivory and gold-plated. Inside, a man with platinum hair, who even exuded nobility, sat with a gentle smile.
A man wearing ornate clothing stood in the reception room directly adjacent to the bedroom. This was Crown Prince Eswar, the eldest son of Kartazen, the sole empire of Acrana.
"Shartus, it's been a while. You haven't come by lately."
"Because Your Royal Highness was in no position to see anyone."
The harmony of blonde and silver hair was brilliant. The room was decorated like a heavenly palace. Rosentine thought that Shartus was like a foreign being in this room.
He had a metallic feel that reminded her of the moon, the night, the darkness, and the devil. The atmosphere was distinctly different from that of his brother in the same womb, Eswar Kartazen.
Rosentine could understand why her father followed Eswar as Crown Prince without a shred of doubt.
She could tell from the way he spoke. And why, despite the presence of a talented person like Shartus, was there no dispute over the succession to the throne?
The man, whose atmosphere was exactly like the interior she had always admired, was like the sun. To be precise, the sun.
If so, it would be the sun shining on the mobile above the child's cradle or the clear sun in the autumn sky.
It seemed to her that for the first time in her life she had seen a young man who was both gentle and strong.
A soft, confident smile exuded majesty. It drew her in. The softness in his voice was like a shaman.
Although it was different in appearance from the magic that Shartus emitted, it was essentially the same.
A voice that catches people's attention, so much so that it makes you think of them as brothers given to you by an angel and a devil.
Rosentine exclaimed quietly inwardly.
What kind of brotherhood is this?
"So that's why you're showing off your face today? You're bringing all your retainers with you."
Eswar said in a smiling voice. Even the gesture of reaching out and inviting them to take a seat was full of dignity. He was so beautiful that she thought that a chosen King in the Bible would probably look like this.
Like the murals painted in the cathedral.
"I have a gift."
"You always speak stiffly. In the past, it was brother, brother. You followed me well."
Shartus's eyes glanced at Rosentine. Eswar's expression was filled with interest. By the time he looked at Shartus again, he had already withdrawn his gaze and returned to his usual metallic face. They were brothers in stark contrast.
Rosentine seriously thought that if she ate beauty with her eyes, her stomach might burst and she might die.
Eswar was a person who seemed to illuminate everything around him. Beauty can not distinguish between superiority and inferiority. Rosentine thought for a moment, but changed her mind when Shartus slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
With a swoosh, a fragrant scent wafted through the room. Rosentine, feeling dizzy, braced himself. The transformation was so immediate, it could almost be described as a single breath.
'That should be prohibited by law.'
Rosentine lowered her gaze to the floor and muttered to herself. In terms of beauty, Shartus won by a landslide more than anyone else. In terms of looks, Shartus was a clear winner. Frankly, Shartus's face was the one that made him think about beauty winning in this situation.
"You're talking about a long time ago."
"If I say one more word, you'll be ready to tease me. Yes, I'll give up."
"It's great to be able to communicate well."
"I'm scared of my little brother, so I don't know if I can even say a word properly. Haha. Isn't that right, Sir Lucien?"
As Eswar's eyes turned to Lucien, he lowered his head with a tense expression. He seemed extremely cautious, only offering a silent nod of acknowledgement.
Eswar made a regretful face. Hostang, who was standing next to Lucien, also seemed startled when his name was called.
“I’ve been here so many times, but I still can’t get used to it.”
“Because it’s static.”
Shartus spoke with a peculiar air. His slow, low tone felt like a tickle underfoot. Rosentine, silent, raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
The gaze was one of "Are you serious? Or are you in your right mind?" But Eswar, upon hearing the sound, shook his head and grumbled, as if it were too much.
"You say this because I said 'brother' earlier."
"The person who should be working is just lying around, so my workload increases and my resentment deepens."
The atmosphere was as peaceful as ever. Rosentine realized that Eswar knew why Shartus had formed his own forces.
She burst out laughing. If this were to happen, it would be the nobles who were causing chaos, oblivious to the solidarity between the two.
Rather than the Second Prince being sacrificed to their gossip and rumors, it is a process of stirring up the middle and creating authority for the Princes.
Unless one was truly good at seeing the world and acting promptly, the nobles who tried to pick up some beans and eat them when the time came were sure to be dragged away.
It was indeed Kartazen. She shook her head.
"There's someone I haven't seen before."
It was then that Eswar noticed her. A woman with black hair, dressed in a maid's attire, whatever.
It was the first time that his younger brother had brought a woman to this place.
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