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For Rostel, Fong was the first friend he ever had. A relationship that happened because you wanted it, not because soone else decided it for you. It felt so sweet.
‘More than anything, only I can see Pong.’
No one could separate the two. Rostel really liked that.
“But Pong, you disappear every day. “Where are you going?”
[Go to your friend.]
Rostel heard those words and jumped up from his seat.
“Do you have any friends other than ?”
As I raised my voice without realizing it, Fong’s eyes widened. Rostel bit his lip. Unlike him, Fong was a free being.
The people around Rostel couldn’t see Pong, but there might be soone like them sowhere out there. Maybe you were friends with soone like that.
‘Of course.’
Unlike himself, who is confined, Pong can fly anywhere, so he must have many friends. Even knowing that, his mood sank. Rostel asked in a low voice.
“who is this?”
[who? my friend? Licht?]
Licht. Rostel knew that person. The pretty one he saw when he snuck out at night. They told him that Count Mantel was a dangerous man and that he should stay away, but he did not believe him.
“I know that person.”
Rostel sat down on the road seat. He had more things he wanted to ask, but his mouth was glued and he wouldn’t leave.
‘Are you closer to him than ?’
When asked that, it seed like he would be upset if Licht was chosen over him. So she couldn’t talk anymore. Rostell kept his mouth shut until Fong left.
* * *
Count Mantel took a deep breath as he entered the room.
“Things are finally getting better now.”
Rostel’s blood proved that he was the prince, but the process did not end there. Even if the Crown Prince Theodore acknowledged it, nobles remained.
It was not a problem for the aristocratic faction due to Count Mantell’s great influence, but the imperial faction and neutral faction were not easily overtaken. In particular, the imperial faction was obsessed with even the smallest details.
Even if the child was of the forr emperor’s blood, the child could not be elevated to the position of prince because the child was not recognized by him. They were originally terrible people, but this ti they were particularly persistent.
‘Maybe Archduke Graham had a hand in it.’
It was strange that not only the emperor faction but also the neutral faction were being picky. Since the Crown Prince, who was still a child, could not have done sothing, Archduke Graham must have taken a hand.
‘Devine is also a problem.’
He wasn’t that kind of person to begin with, but recently he has been begging for the crown prince. Did you at least develop affection for him after accepting the position of teacher? Count Mantel clicked his tongue. Still, he sohow succeeded in making Rostel a prince.
Once recognized as a prince, Rostel will have many things.
‘But that won’t do.’
Count Mantel wanted to go higher than he was now. This is a ti of peace. Although small-scale local warfare may occur on the border, war does not occur. This was because no country wanted it. The Rundel Empire also works behind the scenes and has no intention of starting an open war.
“Heroes are born in war.”
In tis like these, no matter how hard you try, there are limits. Additionally, there was no royal blood in Count Mantell’s family line. Even if it was a long ti ago, several generations have already passed.
“That damn standard.”
From the marquisate onward, the blood of the royal family must flow. It was also limited to three generations, so Count Mantel could not beco a marquis. But that doesn’t an there isn’t a way. If her youngest daughter becos empress, then she can replace the damned title.
It would have been nice to beco empress of the current crown prince, Theodore, but Count Mantel thought it was unlikely. This was because her late Empress Maia was hostile to the noble faction.
The crown prince seed to have changed a lot recently, but he must have seen and learned sothing from when he was young. Moreover, he is too strong-willed. He seed unlikely to be swayed by the Empress.
Count Mantel opened the can and took out a cigar. He felt a little better after inhaling the smoke.
‘Rostel is much better than the Crown Prince.’
My personality was arbitrary, but I knew nothing about it. In the first place, she was raised as a scarecrow in the Rundel Empire and is perfect for wielding. She seed like the Rundel Empire was thinking of pushing their princess as their empress.
“You don’t know what the future holds.”
Count Mantel grinned. From the beginning, the Rundel Empire and Count Mantell did not trust each other. We just held hands because the situation was right. So, we can stab each other at any ti.
I guess that’s what the world is all about. Count Mantel sucked on his cigar again.
* * *
Abel had a lot of things he wanted to do with Richt. She was with you from dawn until late at night. But the situation is not favorable.
Recently, I was busy going around eting nobles to delay the deadline for making Rostel a prince. Even Richt would have taken
with him if he had the ti, but he couldn’t because he was too busy. Duke Devine was as powerful as Archduke Graham.
At tis like this, I envy Ban. It made
feel sick to my stomach to see them walking around in the na of escort. The gaze towards the nature class beca increasingly fierce.
‘are you okay. Still, I have ti today.’
I also put Theodore away in advance. I like to move my body and have a strong desire to win, so I will stay in the gym until I solve today’s howork. It was a sowhat an-spirited move, but it was also the guy’s fault for falling for it.
After Abel finished rationalizing himself, he knocked on the door.
“who are you?”
Imdiately, Ban’s voice was heard. Abel frowned unconsciously.
“.”
I answered bluntly, and the class responded.
“It’s late. “Please return today.”
What is he saying now? Abel snorted at her and tried to open her door, but her handle wouldn’t turn.
“Break down the door?”
He spoke in a threatening tone, and only then did the locked door open. But Richt is nowhere to be seen and is only half-standing.
“What about Licht?”
“You’re sleeping because you’re tired.”
“okay?”
Abel calmly headed to Richt’s bedroom. However, she could not get far when she was stopped by Van.
“Licht, you need to rest.”
“I’ll just watch quietly.”
Despite Abel’s words, Van’s gaze was impure. These are eyes that do not believe at all. I knew it, but I didn’t trust it at all.
‘I don’t want to back down.’
Licht is not enough. I need to see his face sohow. Abel said with a smile.
“Should I make a fuss and wake Richt up? Or should I just quietly look at your face?”
Van seed to hesitate for a mont, but eventually moved out of the way.
“Never wake
up.”
“okay.”
Abel passed the class and entered the bedroom. The room was dark with the lights off, but there was no problem moving around. If she hits sothing like this, she should be kicked out by the prosecutor. She reached the bed in no ti.
With eyes accustod to the dark, I saw Richt. At first she was content with just looking, but then she beca greedy. It happened to be a day with a bright moon, so when I pulled back the curtains from the window, light ca in.
The moonlight reaches the bed and a white face is visible. However, Richt did not wake up. He seed quite tired.
‘It’s pretty.’
Richt would look disdainful when he heard this, but Abel truly thought he was pretty. He just looks pretty in everything he does, and I don’t know how else to express it.
I slowly raised my hand and stroked my cheek.
“Hmm.”
Richt pouted his lips and turned around.
‘Shall I wake you up?’
What little conscience I had slowly disappeared. I wanted to swallow those protruding lips. Abel carefully sat down on her bed and looked down at her. She then noticed marks on her neck.
It’s been a while since I last spent the night with Richt, so it’s not like Abel made it. Then there is only one culprit.
‘There was soone else who made
tired in the first place.’
My stomach twisted. Abel decided not to endure it any longer. She lowered her head and locked lips with Richt. She gently rubbed and then slipped her tongue between her slightly open mouth. anwhile, her hand was crawling under Licht’s top.
As I massage the small lump on my chest, it becos harder. It feels good against your fingertips.
‘Richt preferred being touched with his tongue rather than being touched with his hands.’
Abel’s lips covered the marks left on Richt’s neck. And just as he was about to take off his top, soone grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing?”
Ban was glaring at Abel with fierce eyes.
“Doing sothing like this?”
Abel pulled Richt’s clothes with his teeth. Clothes that were already unfastened opened easily. Ban roughly threw away Abel’s wrist and pulled up the blanket to cover Richt’s body.
“Are you not an animal and have no self-control?”
“Can I just use animals? And wasn’t it you who touched Licht first?”
Abel tapped Richt’s traces with his hand. Ban’s expression beca more grim. But Abel did not back down. He just looked at
and smiled as if provoking .
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