Episode 54. You fell asleep and fell asleep!
Meanwhile, the cruise ship carrying the main characters who heated up the entire Herod area was cruising today as well.
It had already been ten days since Olivia and Noah left Pulder.
Herod was in the thick of it all with the romance of the century, but the main characters never saw each other again during the ten-day voyage, except for one meal together.
The Prince's lifestyle was different from Olivia's.
First, he met people in the ship's card room, billiards room, and bar until very, very late.
The next day, he woke up around noon and lay there feeling drowsy, or seemed to have gone out to play tennis with his bodyguards.
And as dusk approached, he disappeared without fail to meet people.
As a result, Olivia had no time to face him.
Moreover, during the time he was stuck in the room, she was also busy taking various lessons from Mrs. Winfred.
There were various facilities on board, and Mrs. Winfred gave detailed instructions on the etiquette for using each facility.
Today, she was scheduled to receive instruction on opera etiquette. As befitting a luxury cruise ship, the ship had a fairly decent opera theater, and Olivia was scheduled to attend the opera with Mrs. Winfred, which ran from afternoon to evening.
Olivia stood in the outer corridor of the ship, glancing at the Prince's tightly shut door.
In fact, yesterday, she asked Noah through Meson if he would like to attend the opera with her today. However, the Prince declined.
“I’m sorry, but I have an appointment tomorrow evening. I’m going to ask you to go with Mrs. Winfred.”
He seemed very busy.
“You are truly beautiful, Miss. How do those earrings and necklace suit you so well?”
Mrs. Winfred exclaimed in awe as she gazed at Olivia's finished form at her fingertips. The guards on standby also secretly caught glimpses of Olivia.
Since it was customary to wear a dress when attending the opera, Olivia and Mrs. Winfred were specially dressed.
Olivia was wearing a pale green dress from the Royal Boutique, a design that accentuated her slim waist and had a striking, flowing line.
The dress, made with several layers of the finest silk, flowed smoothly yet was sturdy, and thus, it was luxurious despite the lack of any special decoration.
The hair was pulled up, revealing the nape of the neck, the graceful lines and soft shadows created by the collarbone, and the transparent diamond sparkling between them also caught the eye.
Mrs. Winfred extended her hand to Olivia, guessing that more eyes would be on her than on the opera actor.
“Shall we go, miss?”
Then Olivia smiled and took her hand.
“Of course, ma’am.”
Mrs. Winfred gently led Olivia away, then glanced back. Her gaze, once as warm as the afternoon sun, turned as harsh as frost.
With such a beautiful and intelligent bride-to-be, you're still sleeping around, slumped over, and drinking for ten days straight! If it were my son or son-in-law, I'd slap him in the face.
Over the past ten days, Prince Noah's image has deteriorated significantly. He didn't show it to Olivia, but how much he lamented it!
Huh!
Mrs. Winfred snorted and turned her head away.
If Noah had heard Mrs. Winfred's true feelings, he would have been deeply resentful and furious. The Prince, who thought Mrs. Winfred was asleep, was not actually sleeping, but rather unable to wake up.
Noah pressed his head, which felt like it was going to burst, and muttered a curse as if he was chewing it out.
“Libero Aquitaine, you little leech.”
The first day's horrific lunch with Libero Aquitaine was just the beginning of a series of misfortunes.
Noah's resolve not to meet him during the entire voyage was shattered in front of Libero Aquitaine, who threw his pride and sense into the trash can.
Plus, incredibly, the ship was packed with his friends.
Aren't friends just a group of similar people?
Libero's friends were all incredibly wealthy like him, and were drunkards who enjoyed playing cards and billiards.
Today this person, tomorrow that person, would ask Noah for a promise, and then, without fail, all of his drunken friends would show up and show up to meet the promise.
The problem was that they were all involved in business with Noah.
In the business world, simply being a Prince of Herod did not give him an advantage, and Noah was forced to wander the card rooms, billiard halls, and bars at night like a yoke-bound ox.
Meson looked at the Prince, who was almost lying down on the sofa, catching his breath, with a pitiful look.
After a few days of irregular living, Noah's already sharp facial features became even sharper.
It was well past lunchtime, but he hadn't even touched the eggs on the table and had only taken a few sips of hot black tea.
In that state, at night, he starts smoking and drinking alcohol, which he thought he had quit for a while, so he can't be in good health.
“Olivia.”
A unique, decadent feeling permeated the low, cracked voice.
Meson swallowed his saliva unconsciously and quickly said.
"She went to the opera house with Mrs. Winfred. Would you like to go now? It's a VIP section, so it's definitely possible..."
“I’m not going.”
Meson shrugged his shoulders, embarrassed by the rejection that came out of his mouth.
“Well, you don’t like opera.”
Even if he was in good condition and had no plans that evening, he would have declined the offer to see the opera.
Noah took a deep breath after drinking the hot black tea. His lungs still seemed to be full of alcohol, and his exhaled breath seemed to carry the scent of alcohol.
While he was wasting away for ten days among the jingling Libero and his friends, Olivia seemed to be diligently attending class.
According to her close bodyguard, she seemed very happy. She got along well with Mrs. Winfred, didn't complain about the food, and seemed to have no particular discomfort.
When asked about her course progress through Meson, Mrs. Winfred said it was excellent.
Then that's fine.
If she had made him worry by saying that she was depressed or something just because he didn't show his face, he would have been even more tired.
Still, it's been quite some time since they last saw each other, so he thinks it would be nice to have lunch together tomorrow.
"Meson. Order room service for lunch tomorrow, and tell Olivia to join us."
“Room service again?”
"I thought she liked that, too. Don't make me say it again. I'll order steak like last time."
"Yes..."
Meson trailed off, glancing at Noah. He hesitated, as if he had something to say, but eventually he opened his mouth cautiously.
“But wouldn’t it be better to take some time out for a day and go to a restaurant together?”
“...”
Noah sighed silently again and rubbed his forehead.
He was so tired that he wanted to just sleep for a while without getting up. Still, since he was on his way back with her, having proposed, Meson's suggestion made sense.
“Yes. Make a reservation for tomorrow night.”
Meson smiled and nodded.
“Yes, Your Highness. Then what about room service for lunch?”
Noah nodded silently. Meson looked as if he'd expected that.
"All right."
Noah got up, his body heavy, and headed back to his bedroom. He felt incredibly seasick, something he'd never experienced before. But the worst part was that he'd have to deal with drunks again that evening.
“Meson.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Next time you book a boat, make sure to check whether Libero Aquitaine is on it or not.”
I will never be on the same boat with him again.
Noah swore as if he were swearing on his own name.
Mrs. Winfred's thoughts were spot on.
More eyes were focused on Olivia than on the actors.
Mrs. Winfred was worried that Olivia would be flustered by the pouring gaze, but she was more composed than anyone else.
The guests attending the opera were busy craning their necks to look at Olivia's face, wondering who the beauty who had caught their eye was.
“Hello, Lady. Would you like to join us and watch the show?”
Some even boldly approached Olivia and offered to join her. Of course, Mrs. Winfred stepped in and politely dismissed them.
"Since you're not married, there's no need to network here. I'll just decline, so don't worry."
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Olivia smiled and turned her gaze to the heated stage. Mrs. Winfred whispered softly to her.
"The Herodian nobles often held social parties at the theater. You could attend one, or you could host one. Next time you go to a theater party, pay attention to things like the table settings. It'll be helpful when you host."
“I will do that.”
The society of the nobles was truly full of things she did not know.
It was a bit overwhelming when she thought about it, but isn't everything difficult at first?
Olivia tried to accept everything with the same childish attitude as Mrs. Winfred had said.
Memorize what you need to memorize, ask questions about what you are curious about, and master what you need to master by repeating it over and over again.
In fact, that was what she had to do now.
The feel of the silk gloves against her fingertips was still awkward. The same was true of the magnificent sight she saw in the mirror, and the thick diamond necklace around her neck.
And the most unrealistic of them all was Noah Astrid's existence.
Meanwhile, the cruise ship carrying the main characters who heated up the entire Herod area was cruising today as well.
It had already been ten days since Olivia and Noah left Pulder.
Herod was in the thick of it all with the romance of the century, but the main characters never saw each other again during the ten-day voyage, except for one meal together.
The Prince's lifestyle was different from Olivia's.
First, he met people in the ship's card room, billiards room, and bar until very, very late.
The next day, he woke up around noon and lay there feeling drowsy, or seemed to have gone out to play tennis with his bodyguards.
And as dusk approached, he disappeared without fail to meet people.
As a result, Olivia had no time to face him.
Moreover, during the time he was stuck in the room, she was also busy taking various lessons from Mrs. Winfred.
There were various facilities on board, and Mrs. Winfred gave detailed instructions on the etiquette for using each facility.
Today, she was scheduled to receive instruction on opera etiquette. As befitting a luxury cruise ship, the ship had a fairly decent opera theater, and Olivia was scheduled to attend the opera with Mrs. Winfred, which ran from afternoon to evening.
Olivia stood in the outer corridor of the ship, glancing at the Prince's tightly shut door.
In fact, yesterday, she asked Noah through Meson if he would like to attend the opera with her today. However, the Prince declined.
“I’m sorry, but I have an appointment tomorrow evening. I’m going to ask you to go with Mrs. Winfred.”
He seemed very busy.
“You are truly beautiful, Miss. How do those earrings and necklace suit you so well?”
Mrs. Winfred exclaimed in awe as she gazed at Olivia's finished form at her fingertips. The guards on standby also secretly caught glimpses of Olivia.
Since it was customary to wear a dress when attending the opera, Olivia and Mrs. Winfred were specially dressed.
Olivia was wearing a pale green dress from the Royal Boutique, a design that accentuated her slim waist and had a striking, flowing line.
The dress, made with several layers of the finest silk, flowed smoothly yet was sturdy, and thus, it was luxurious despite the lack of any special decoration.
The hair was pulled up, revealing the nape of the neck, the graceful lines and soft shadows created by the collarbone, and the transparent diamond sparkling between them also caught the eye.
Mrs. Winfred extended her hand to Olivia, guessing that more eyes would be on her than on the opera actor.
“Shall we go, miss?”
Then Olivia smiled and took her hand.
“Of course, ma’am.”
Mrs. Winfred gently led Olivia away, then glanced back. Her gaze, once as warm as the afternoon sun, turned as harsh as frost.
With such a beautiful and intelligent bride-to-be, you're still sleeping around, slumped over, and drinking for ten days straight! If it were my son or son-in-law, I'd slap him in the face.
Over the past ten days, Prince Noah's image has deteriorated significantly. He didn't show it to Olivia, but how much he lamented it!
Huh!
Mrs. Winfred snorted and turned her head away.
If Noah had heard Mrs. Winfred's true feelings, he would have been deeply resentful and furious. The Prince, who thought Mrs. Winfred was asleep, was not actually sleeping, but rather unable to wake up.
Noah pressed his head, which felt like it was going to burst, and muttered a curse as if he was chewing it out.
“Libero Aquitaine, you little leech.”
The first day's horrific lunch with Libero Aquitaine was just the beginning of a series of misfortunes.
Noah's resolve not to meet him during the entire voyage was shattered in front of Libero Aquitaine, who threw his pride and sense into the trash can.
Plus, incredibly, the ship was packed with his friends.
Aren't friends just a group of similar people?
Libero's friends were all incredibly wealthy like him, and were drunkards who enjoyed playing cards and billiards.
Today this person, tomorrow that person, would ask Noah for a promise, and then, without fail, all of his drunken friends would show up and show up to meet the promise.
The problem was that they were all involved in business with Noah.
In the business world, simply being a Prince of Herod did not give him an advantage, and Noah was forced to wander the card rooms, billiard halls, and bars at night like a yoke-bound ox.
Meson looked at the Prince, who was almost lying down on the sofa, catching his breath, with a pitiful look.
After a few days of irregular living, Noah's already sharp facial features became even sharper.
It was well past lunchtime, but he hadn't even touched the eggs on the table and had only taken a few sips of hot black tea.
In that state, at night, he starts smoking and drinking alcohol, which he thought he had quit for a while, so he can't be in good health.
“Olivia.”
A unique, decadent feeling permeated the low, cracked voice.
Meson swallowed his saliva unconsciously and quickly said.
"She went to the opera house with Mrs. Winfred. Would you like to go now? It's a VIP section, so it's definitely possible..."
“I’m not going.”
Meson shrugged his shoulders, embarrassed by the rejection that came out of his mouth.
“Well, you don’t like opera.”
Even if he was in good condition and had no plans that evening, he would have declined the offer to see the opera.
Noah took a deep breath after drinking the hot black tea. His lungs still seemed to be full of alcohol, and his exhaled breath seemed to carry the scent of alcohol.
While he was wasting away for ten days among the jingling Libero and his friends, Olivia seemed to be diligently attending class.
According to her close bodyguard, she seemed very happy. She got along well with Mrs. Winfred, didn't complain about the food, and seemed to have no particular discomfort.
When asked about her course progress through Meson, Mrs. Winfred said it was excellent.
Then that's fine.
If she had made him worry by saying that she was depressed or something just because he didn't show his face, he would have been even more tired.
Still, it's been quite some time since they last saw each other, so he thinks it would be nice to have lunch together tomorrow.
"Meson. Order room service for lunch tomorrow, and tell Olivia to join us."
“Room service again?”
"I thought she liked that, too. Don't make me say it again. I'll order steak like last time."
"Yes..."
Meson trailed off, glancing at Noah. He hesitated, as if he had something to say, but eventually he opened his mouth cautiously.
“But wouldn’t it be better to take some time out for a day and go to a restaurant together?”
“...”
Noah sighed silently again and rubbed his forehead.
He was so tired that he wanted to just sleep for a while without getting up. Still, since he was on his way back with her, having proposed, Meson's suggestion made sense.
“Yes. Make a reservation for tomorrow night.”
Meson smiled and nodded.
“Yes, Your Highness. Then what about room service for lunch?”
Noah nodded silently. Meson looked as if he'd expected that.
"All right."
Noah got up, his body heavy, and headed back to his bedroom. He felt incredibly seasick, something he'd never experienced before. But the worst part was that he'd have to deal with drunks again that evening.
“Meson.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Next time you book a boat, make sure to check whether Libero Aquitaine is on it or not.”
I will never be on the same boat with him again.
Noah swore as if he were swearing on his own name.
***
Mrs. Winfred's thoughts were spot on.
More eyes were focused on Olivia than on the actors.
Mrs. Winfred was worried that Olivia would be flustered by the pouring gaze, but she was more composed than anyone else.
The guests attending the opera were busy craning their necks to look at Olivia's face, wondering who the beauty who had caught their eye was.
“Hello, Lady. Would you like to join us and watch the show?”
Some even boldly approached Olivia and offered to join her. Of course, Mrs. Winfred stepped in and politely dismissed them.
"Since you're not married, there's no need to network here. I'll just decline, so don't worry."
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Olivia smiled and turned her gaze to the heated stage. Mrs. Winfred whispered softly to her.
"The Herodian nobles often held social parties at the theater. You could attend one, or you could host one. Next time you go to a theater party, pay attention to things like the table settings. It'll be helpful when you host."
“I will do that.”
The society of the nobles was truly full of things she did not know.
It was a bit overwhelming when she thought about it, but isn't everything difficult at first?
Olivia tried to accept everything with the same childish attitude as Mrs. Winfred had said.
Memorize what you need to memorize, ask questions about what you are curious about, and master what you need to master by repeating it over and over again.
In fact, that was what she had to do now.
The feel of the silk gloves against her fingertips was still awkward. The same was true of the magnificent sight she saw in the mirror, and the thick diamond necklace around her neck.
And the most unrealistic of them all was Noah Astrid's existence.
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