You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 372

Inwardly some of the ladies blushed, even as simple the words were from the usually dangerous Crown Prince. The mysterious manliness mixed this time with kind gentlemanliness caused them to shy away slightly, acting charming while silent and some others giggled... meanwhile his purplish hues gazed at the fair Ninth, who without taking her eyes away, lightly lifted her corners... once again as if an accomplice... feeling as though the words told to every woman present, were for her... Correct while thinking so.

’Heh... how weird...’ — Glad by the sensation, she chuckled, slightly fiddling with her own proper hands delicately placed over her skirt... Standing straight and beauteous. Wondering why she could feel so confident about each of his actions being dedicated to her... And yet not doubting it even if unconfirmed.

"... Goodness. The Crown Prince is flattering us."

"A sight he says, fufufu~"

"..."

Staying silent to the women elated by the handsome prince’s discreet compliment, the man himself restrained his annoyance from appearing in his expression, coming back to look at the beloved... whose gaze did not forfeit from him. For she was entertained... aware that such could be the outcome in his mood after behaving gallantly before other young ladies.

’Kinky~ you’ll get more troublesome ladies on your back if you act like this too much~’ — Almost as if making fun of him, her shoulders lifted while their sights crossed. Only until she turned away to pretend innocence.

And yet...

’Oh lady...’

Warmth... loving heat invaded his existence... for she was beautiful... for his eyes could see the playfulness in the lovely glint of hers... as the same colour wishing to decorate his countenance delicately adorned her cheeks, as it suited her ripened sweetness.

"Oh! Could it be that the Crown Prince has decided to melt some hearts after a hunt? How mischievous his highness is~" — Playful, one woman jested. And the silence with little goggles that followed was solely for the Empress to reply.

"Hm..." — Elegant she faked pondering, turning to look in the eyes of her son who felt conflicted at the presence of unwanted people and their unnecessary suggestions.

Nonetheless, Ingrid prodded... interested in testing her son’s brazenness after she noticed his fluster. — "I wonder... May such be the case my son? Are you aiming for someone’s heart this time?"

"Oh goodness! Empress! How could that be..." — Appearing conservative a lady reacted when inwardly curiosity wished to learn the answer of the prince like any other present.

"..."

"..."

A moment to look into his mother’s eyes slowly made Zeleskiaz turn to stare at the also surprised lady, who became just as breathless as the enamoured man once her graphite hues met his complicated ones. And his words did not know how to follow... intimidated yet yearning to tell it... More so as her gaze drifted away shy and embarrassed by the anticipation within her chest.

"I... I believe that is-"

"But of course, such is not the case." — Suddenly the Princess that had stayed quiet came forward. Bothered as it was almost an impulsive act she was committing, unlike herself... for it was not often her impulses took over her rationale. — "A Prince Brother is... He would not mindlessly pursue a woman. Common manners these are, my ladies... and Great Empress."

"..." — A shared stillness and a shared surprise was expressed by everyone. Even the eyes of the modest Ingrid demonstrated awe... For the unusual scene happened unexpectedly from that who did not easily follow impulses without contemplation.

"... ah... ahaha! My princess, do not take our jest seriously~ Us ladies became playful once we met the Crown Prince who is difficult to encounter and converse with~..."

"I-Indeed, Your Highness, Princess Jasmine. We did not wish to imply any intention on the Crown Prince’s politeness..."

"Such should be the case... The Crown Prince’s reputation cannot be mislead by a pair of jests, ladies-"

"Jasmine." — Then, the Empress interjected after listening patient to the following exchanges. Strict as she kindly smiled to her daughter, whose honesty could go awry the more reason she was found. — "... dear, you truly care for your brother, do you not?"

"..... yes."

Deciding to follow rationale once the shiver of her mother’s implied reprimand reached her skin, Jasmine decided to swallow a bitter retort and agree. Appeasing her loving, yet correct Mother who would reign her character to end the meeting.

"... Ladies, as you may see our playfulness was not much-welcomed fufu~ my children protect the other, even from a mother’s jest. How delightful, is it not?"

"Ah... hahaha, the Empress is correct. What a lovely relationship the royal siblings have developed under your care, Your Majesty."

More pleasantries were shared between the women until the Empress took them to the tent’s exit, telling her children to stay behind with an eloquent gaze, as she took Marianne with her.

"Lady Marianne, do come with me to send off the ladies. Princes... do take care the servants follow given instructions."

"... Yes, Empress."

’Uh... but...’ — Marianne inwardly said as the hand of the Empress led her to follow the others, Glancing at the siblings... whose glares made her shake off her wish to remain along them. For the clear wish to discuss was apparent in the two arrogant stances. — ’Never mind. I’m going with you Empress!’

The siblings watched how distance was taken, and once both had the notion it was time to speak...

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Both spouted at the same time. Turning to look at each other disgusted by the coincidence, condemning the dare of the other to cross sights.

"May you be truly asking this as you are ignorant, Zeleskiaz? Or is it that you feign ignorance?"

"Hah... Kid. My lady isn’t here to let you go with these stupid retorts. The ignorant is yourself."

"I do not care if Lady Marianne is here or not to restrain your madness. Yet this time, I am pleased she is not here, ignorant brute." — Glaring intensely at the menacing Zeleskiaz, whose patience was lost at this last interruption his sister had done, Jasmine stepped forward unshaken by his clear displeasure... for she was as much and farther upset at his reckless attempt. — "What were you thinking? Is it necessary for me to open your eyes every time?? Were you about to admit you are pursuing someone’s heart in front of all those women?? Has your lack of patience deprived you of any hint of sanity?"

"You have your share of impatience, Jasmine. Even to shut the Empress before those women you mention."

"Mother shall understand after I explain. The problem is yourself, Brother Zeleskiaz." — As if the curse of Fenrir was also lit by anger in the Princess, her shade of violet appeared to intensify as she reproached her older brother, ultimately telling her motives with a roaring sound. — "As much as an enamoured fool you are for her, the efforts you have done until this day, even I can praise... Yet... try confessing without the appropriate privacy ever again... and I am who will kill you, brute madman."