Chapter 106
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
Chapter 106
Translator: Yonnee
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In the middle of serving, I ran into Schubert a couple times, but it seemed like Alexander still hadnât given the signal.
I tried not to wander close to Rosteratu as much as I could, but I couldnât completely keep my distance.
I placed a plate of grapes and a bottle of wine on Rosteratuâs table. His vulgar laughter pierced my ears.
âSo, how is the Prince doing, Your Majesty?â
âHe must be suffering right now. Haha! That bastard who comes from nothing doesnât know how to repay my favor, what with him trying to surpass me and become king.â
âYes, Your Majesty. You made such a good decision.â
âHaha, I never liked him ever since I first got him. His brothers and parents were all dead, and yet that look in his eyes was just ridiculous despite it all.â
âYouâre right, youâre definitely right, sire.â
The noble sitting across Rosteratu nodded, but in fact, it didnât seem like the kingâs blathering interested him at all. Itâs obvious that heâs just saying that for the sake of keeping up with Rosteratuâs mood.
â¦I immediately saw how heâs just forcing himself to please the king, perhaps because I often did it at work, too. Setting aside the feeling of bitterness, I eavesdropped on their conversation.
âAccording to the latest report, a lot of things with this and that had been demanded of Albert, thatâs why he should be feeling tortured right nowâ¦â
Rosteratu let out a bark of laughter that was laced with satisfaction.
âHaha! I almost want to go see that bastard just to see him in pain!â
â¦Huh? Latest report?
Iâm confused. It seemed like heâs talking about the report that Albert wrote for me while I was sick.
But the content sounded embarrassing. Iâm suspicious of the sticky tone Rosteratu had when he emphasized the words âthis and thatâ.
Whenever I sent reports, it was to the tune of âWhat do you think we did~â and itâs usually just something vague like that. This was because I felt bad for Albert if I really would put a lot of details in those reports.
But what on earth did Albert write?
âAh, with the help of that wandâs power, the report said that he couldnât resist at all and he did everything that he was asked of. It was demanded that he give several kisses many times a day, all day long.â
My face burned up in an instant. I took a deep breath to steady myself.
Well, I usually made up some things whenever I sent my reports, butâ¦! Itâs so embarrassing to listen to a report being recounted in real time. I came from a country thatâs trained me to have an iron plate on my face, but this is a littleâ¦
Iâll need to ask Albert later just what he wrote.
On the other hand, I couldnât help but think that Albert was truly admirable. He figured out what to write in the reports, and I think he really remained faithful to the tone of it, too.
Albert was perfect, even in this kind of thing.
âSuits him well, doesnât it? A king is not required to be handsome. Heâs far more suited to such things.â
Rosteratuâs absurd remarks continued. In the meantime though, itâs funny howâthough he didnât outright say that Albertâs handsomeâhe just fully acknowledged Albertâs good looks. It definitely looked like he had some inferiority complex about his looks.
Hearing this constant stream of gossip about Albert, I wanted to wash out my ears.
But no, itâs not just that.
I was overcome with this very persistent impulse.
â¦Canât I hit him once, huh?
Seriously, let me at him just one time�
When else would I be this close to Rosteratu?
I agonized over the dilemma like a high school student whoâs about to take the deadly college entrance exams. As I looked through a window of the banquet hall, I could see the sky turning into an emerald hue.
Itâs the first time Iâm seeing a sky like this. Itâs too bright to say that itâs still nighttime.
Wondering if itâs already daybreak, I then turned to the clock, but itâs still just two oâclock. Weâre still a long way off from sunrise.
From some distance away, I saw Schubert push the tray slightly forward while waving at me.
Itâs time.
The scenery outside the window looked much too beautiful for it to be the prelude to a disaster, with its harbinger being Alexander.
The nobles were all staring out the window, too. And the same was true with Rosteratu.
âJust whatâ¦â
Schubert opened the box beneath the tray, and there, Alexander slowly staggered out.
Before coming to this banquet hall, the dragon could barely move his legs and couldnât walk properly, but right now, he flew with all his might. The blue wings on his back moved urgently.
âY-You!â
The nobleman sitting across Rosteratu pointed a finger at Alexander. And since he knew who Alexander was, it seemed like this nobleman was Marquis Evnen.
The marquisâ outburst drew the other noblesâ attention.
âWhatâ¦?â
âItâs just a puppy though?â
âWho brought that here?â
Of course, the nobles who couldnât wield magic couldnât see Alexanderâs true form.
Graaaah!
There was a vibrating sound, like ultrasonic waves, emanating from Alexander. At the piercing noise, the nobles grimaced and covered their ears. I did as well.
Alexanderâs pupils were wide. His slit eyes looked straight at Marquis Evnen, glaring at him ferociously. Hate filled the dragonâs eyes entirely and shot out a killing intent.
With a grudging tone, he spoke.
âHow dare you use a dragon while pretending to enter a contract.â
Scales peeled off from Alexanderâs body one by one. The nobles began to collapse around me.
âFoolish man.â
The disaster has commenced.