Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 297 - 297 95 The Unattainable

297: Chapter 95: The Unattainable 297: Chapter 95: The Unattainable The prince’s BFF?

The noble man quickly sized up the person next to Eleanor, noticing the androgynous, handso appearance and feeling unsure whether to classify the person as male or female.

However, after seeing the long, light golden hair draped over the shoulders, he concluded it must be a lady, just one dressed in a rather dashing way.

“What a coincidence, Your Highness, you…” The nobleman had just started to speak when he was cut off by Eleanor.

“Nolunde, are you playing your tedious womanizing gas again?”

“Womanizing?” Sigrdrifa blinked, an intrigued and curious look on her face.

“It’s not womanizing.” The nobleman revealed a well-tid bitter smile, as if to say, “You’ve misunderstood again.”

Although in Mingxing City the younger generation of nobles mostly knew each other, and Eleanor understood his temperant very well, he still didn’t want to give off the impression of a playboy in front of this stranger, so he explained:

“I was just inviting those ladies over there to take so comrcial photos, but their guard was up so high, none of them agreed.”

Pointing over at the girls who were still chattering and shopping, he shared what seed like a funny story with Eleanor:

“Look, five beautiful girls, followed by an ordinary man carrying bags.

One claims to be his wife, another his girlfriend, and another his personal maid…

And what’s even funnier is those two little girls, claiming to be ‘maid apprentices’?”

The so-called “maid apprentices” referred to trainee maids.

For example, a noble might set his sights on a commoner’s pretty daughter, but if she was too young to approach directly, she’d be brought to the castle for training, to later beco a personal warming-maid once she ca of age.

However, this practice had beco rare nowadays, after all, it’s cheaper to hire a grown woman from the outside.

Taking care of a young girl for several years without getting work out of her, and having to provide food and clothing—it’s just not cost-effective.

The nobleman spoke of it as a joke, entirely oblivious to Sigrdrifa’s peculiar expression, and continued: “If you ask , that man is clearly just their guardian, yet he’s used by the young misses as a shield.

It’s pitiful.

When this gets back to the Family Head, it could damage their reputation, and perhaps the guardian will be dismissed.

The young misses are thoughtless, squandering the futures of those beneath them, tsk tsk.”

He shook his head and sighed, just as Sigrdrifa suddenly had an “epiphany,” and said angrily:

“I get it now, damn it!

Those little bitches dare to compete with for the Squad Leader?!”

“Squad Leader?” The nobleman was confused.

“No, boyfriend!” Sigrdrifa stomped her foot angrily, “They dare to steal my boyfriend!

I’m going to tear them apart one by one!”

With furious montum, she charged towards them, leaving the nobleman staring at her retreating figure, his mouth half open and his face wearing a look of utter bewildernt.

“She…

Eleanor!

They…” He was so shocked that he could barely speak.

“It’s fine, she’s just joking,” Eleanor said, pressing her forehead.

“Joking?” The noble man still didn’t understand.

“She probably thinks those people over there are playing so kind of couples’ ga,” Eleanor explained.

The nobleman: ……….

“I knew it.” He let out a long breath, “So they’re acting, right?

It’s impossible for so many beautiful girls to fall for the sa man…”

“Ah, that’s actually true.” Eleanor turned her head away, unable to bear seeing his expression, “Anyway, you should stop bothering them, they’re all about to fall into that man’s hands, unreachable one by one.”

The nobleman stood there, as if trying to comprehend the aning in her words.

Gradually, the expression of sanity collapsing showed on his face.

“How dare they compete with for my boyfriend!” Sigrdrifa “fuming with rage,” ca back, grabbed dea, and began scratching furiously at her ticklish spot, “I’m going to rip you to shreds.”

“What the hell…

hahaha…

Sigrdrifa, stop it…

I can’t take it…” dea was tickled until her body went limp, the only thing she could do was keep begging for rcy.

“Boyfriend?” The girls looked at each other, once again failing to follow Sigrdrifa’s train of thought.

“Eh, weren’t you playing the ‘Bitch-Tearing Smash’ ga?” Sigrdrifa asked.

The girls: …

What on earth is Bitch-Tearing Smash?

“It’s that really interesting ga where a few girls fight each other for the favor of a lover—it’s a besties ga,” Sigrdrifa earnestly explained.

“What kind of a twisted ga is that…” Peggy was about to snark when Thira quickly interrupted her, “We’ve never heard of that ga, nor are we playing it.

We just got hit on a while ago, and used the Squad Leader as a shield, that’s all.”

“Oh, I see.” Sigrdrifa let out a relieved sound, then clattered off to the back and patted Aske on the head, saying:

“Ah, Squad Leader, you’re so pitiful.

Being used as a human shield…”

Aske: ???

“Do you lack training?” Aske squeezed a few words through clenched teeth.

“Yikes, don’t!” Sigrdrifa feigned fear, clutching her chest.

On the other side, watching Eleanor go and greet everyone, the nobleman was rendered utterly speechless.

These people…

clearly recognized Eleanor, and the botched flirtation and the subsequent foul-mouthed ranting from not being able to save face would probably reach Her Highness’s ears.

It’s hopeless, his reputation, down the drain.

He walked away dejectedly, wondering why he was so unlucky today to encounter all these abnormal beauties.

And that man, even though he was silent in the back the entire ti, his pompous air could be felt from a distance, utterly unbearable, monopolizing so many beautiful girls…

too envy-inducing, unbearable.

Arriving at the edge of the street, the nobleman suddenly noticed a girl sitting alone in the window of the café next door, with her pure appearance, soft flaxen hair, delicate and pretty features, her right hand pinching the handle of the coffee cup, and her left hand idly propping up her chin, eyes looking downcast in her autumn-like pupils, her expression seeming a bit lancholy.

This one…

is of high caliber!

Her beauty competes with the won from earlier!

The nobleman was about to approach her at once, but having learned from his recent misstep, he didn’t rashly enter the shop but instead cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

The custors around were scattered, none too close to her.

There were no male guards or attendants standing by her side…

Hmm, an opportunity to make a move.

Therefore, he pushed the door open, put on his most elegant smile, and slowly walked over to the innocent-looking girl, gently tapping on the table, trying to politely catch her attention.

The next second, he was toppled over by a dical squad that burst from the neighboring table.

“Who is this!” “Danger!” “Lock the area down!” “Get the miss out!!!”

Chaotic voices exploded inside the café.

Nora hadn’t even had a chance to grasp what was happening before she was forcibly escorted out through the back door by several dical personnel.

The unfortunate nobleman was brutally pinned to the table, his hands locked behind his back, with the dark barrel of a gun pressing against his forehead, while he was being frisked.

The reflection on the café window mirrored his helpless, tearful face wanting to cry.