Translator: Cyrus
âItâs been a while, Christina Noir. I see you still look displeasing and impudent as ever.â
ââ¦â¦Viscount Igusa?â
âHey, donât ignore me.â
I ignore the idiot even further, and beg an explanation from Viscount Igusa with a stiff smile.
âViscount Igusa, my apologies for being unable to grasp the situation. Please kindly explain it to meâ¦â¦â
âH-hey, Christina Noir. Iâm talking to you here.â
Shut up. I didnât come to greet an idiot. The one Iâm expecting to see is Charles. Itâs only normal to want an explanation when an idiot has come in place of my fiancé. I have no intention of talking to Endo until Iâm satisfied.
âHis Highness Charles has been feeling unwell. The doctors said that itâs just a slight cold and that his fever will most likely dissipate by tomorrow. Even then, His Highness insisted on seeing you, Lady Christina. And somehow His Highness took on the role of representing himâ¦â¦â
Why the hell?
An idiot isnât fit to be a replacement for Charles.
âHey, stop ignoring meâ¦â¦ the least you could do is look at me, you littleâ¦!
Still ignoring Endo, I stare at Viscount Igusa to convey my dissatisfaction. He averts my gaze, perhaps because he is unable to bear it.
âWellâ¦â¦ my apologies. I could not have brought Charles here if it meant affecting his health. There was also the possibility of you getting infected, Lady Christinaâ¦â¦ That was when His Highness Endo offered to come in his stead, since his schedule was open.â
âThatâs how it was. Now that itâs settled, look at me already. Or are you too much of a filthy coward to face me?â
I want to grab the collar of the arrogant idiot who looks like heâs begging for an apology and throw him out with my own hands.
But as long as Viscount Igusa is present, I have to resist the urge and continue the role of a perfect Lady Christina. I have to keep in mind that itâs not a daily occurrence for the crown prince to visit so unexpectedly, no matter how much I may dislike it, and no matter how disagreeable we are with each other.
âI seeâ¦â¦â
Iâm about to sigh, but hold it in and turn it into a smile instead.
âIt was certainly an unexpected turn of eventsâ¦â¦ but I suppose it cannot be helped. Very well, I understand.â
It could have been helped, but I donât have the right to tell him.
Viscount Igusa sighs in relief to my assent. I can also tell heâs a little exhausted.
The maid looks at me as if sheâs seen a rare beast as Iâve been flaunting my image as a proper lady. I ignore her for now and entice Viscount Igusa with a wide smile.
âWell then, you are going to greet my father now, are you not? I shall have the maid escort you to him. As for His Highness Endoâ¦â¦ Yes, I shall entertain him. Is that alright with you?â
âYes, please. Thank you very much. I shall take my leave from you.â
Following my suggestion, the maid guides Viscount Igusa into the house.
Now itâs just me and Endo. I survey my surroundings once more to make sure no one is watching, then sharply turn my face toward him.
âHey, idiot. What are you doing here?â
âHey, idiot. Youâre finally looking at me. Iâll make sure to teach you some respect and manners.â
We exchange words with our brightest smiles.
Of course, itâs not from friendship or love. Itâs pure enmity. Weâre merely expressing it through our words, or in his case, grating voices.
âHahaha. Respect, huh. Yeahâ¦â¦ my performance as a lady might have been too dazzling for a prince who cannot even speak politely. Hehehe.â
âShut up, youâre creeping me out.â
âHuh?â
Is he trying to dig his own grave in this courtyard? Even his displeased face is getting on my nerves.
I send him flying for insulting my second form.
âSeriously, why are you here? Hmm? Did you come to win an argument? I can win easily with money from the family, you know?â
âYouâre short-tempered as always. Itâs as Igusa said. Iâm here representing Charles.â
âSo why does it have to be you?â
I frown at him because I canât accept him of all people.
âCharles insisted on coming along even when we left him alone, and he only calmed down when we told him we would represent him. Heâs stubborn that way.â
That was unexpected.
Heâs really doing it on behalf of Charles.
âIt took a lot of convincing, you know? Heâs persistent for a guy who seems flexible.â
ââ¦â¦I know.â
I nod while pouting in response to his accurate judgment of Charles.
It seems that he and Charles have gotten along much better than before. Before, it was His Highness Endo who disliked Charles. I wonder if his hatred has disappeared.
If thatâs the case, then Iâll stop being aggressive towards him.
âOh well. Iâll show you to my room, but you should go home right after that. â¦â¦Oh, yeah. Iâll write a get well soon letter to Charles. Once Iâm done with it, you can take it and go.â
âThatâs fine with me. I donât plan on staying too long anyway.â
Now that weâre finally on the same page, I guide him to my room while thinking this task is beneath me. The maid escorted Viscount Igusa earlier. I donât think itâs a good idea to let Father and Endo meet, since heâs already seen the way Endo and I interact. He might throw a fit if he saw us, so I plan to make Endo leave as soon as possible.
âIn any case, what made Charles ill all of a sudden?â
âNo idea. Itâs just a fever anyway, and itâs so slight that he should be fine by tomorrow. He probably snuck out of his room at night and caught a small cold, anyhow.â
âHmm.â
Itâs possible.
But Iâm disappointed by the bad timing. Charles was still healthy last time. He was fighting with Michelie as usual, so I interfered and held his face with the gloves Michelie gave me. He was energetic enough to break free. I wonder what happened.
âIâm on enemy territory myself. Maybe Iâll go home after exploiting one of your weaknesses.â
âHuh? I donât have any weaknesses to exploit.â
He says that while weâre walking in the hallways, as if heâs trying to do reconnaissance. I donât think of asking him directly. First of all, Iâm a flawless genius, so thereâs no way I have any weaknesses.
I snort at his foolish words.
âAs always, youâre an idiot. A genius such as I-â
âBig sister?â
I freeze as Michelie suddenly shows her face from the corner of the hallway.