The young Countess of Olette looked helplessly at the Second Prince for help, but he was just as distraught as she was. They were both accomplices after all.
âOnce I get home, Iâm going to sit down with my grandfather and father to have an in-depth conversation.â
I looked at the fidgeting Orange-haired lady, who seemed so restless, and the seaweed head prince, who was stunned stiff.
âI got you.â
âYoung Lady Sabrina, excuse me. Please wait!â
Countess Olette approached me with an urgent look on her face.
Since when are we acquainted?
âPlease address me properly, Countess Olette. Weâre not close, are we?â
Itâs alright to forgo formalities among the nobility if youâre close enough to call each other by name, or if, like Young Lady Bright, youâre so well known that everyone knows youâre name.
Obviously Countess Olette and I were neither of those things.
âI-Iâm sorry, I was in a hurry.â
After pointing out the issue with a displeased expression, Countess Olette gave me an apologetic look.
âAnyway, Viscountess Sabrina, please listen to me!â
Countess Olette couldnât hide her impatience. The adultery sheâd gotten away with so far was about to be exposed for all to see.
âAnd she deserved it.â
âIâm sorry for what happened earlier, but the other thing is simply a misunderstanding. I mistook you for the Young Lady Bright, and I thought you wereâŠâ
âWhatâs the misunderstanding?â
âWhat?â
âDidnât you say that even if my twin sister had behaved herself, thereâs still no way for the Second Prince to have chosen her? You said my sister was too greedy wasnât she?â
The Countess Oletteâs face went as red as a moldy rotten orange, after I returned all those things that she had uttered with a smile.
âNo. No. Iâm not, Iâmâ.â
She stammered, her face turning sour, and the Second Prince, who stood in a feverish huddle, and was as stiff as a statue immediately stepped forward.
â Viscountess Sabrina Enough!â
The Second Prince was different from Countess Olette. His tone was polite, but his demeanor was still overbearing. Despite the situation, I still couldnât help but applaud at how thick skinned this seaweed head prince was.
âI apologize for my rudeness earlier, but I donât think itâs right to drive people around like this.â
âWhen have I driven anyone?â
âI told you before, Archie and I broke up, not because of Eris. It was because of her behavior.â
Ha, unbelievable. That adulterous bastard. He doesnât even have a hint of remorse.
I laughed in disbelief at the Second Princeâs attitude. Of course, he must have had an affair because heâs like that.
âThese are all the words of Countess Olette herself, I was simply repeating them.â
The corners of his eyes twitched as I retorted without backing down.
âThen are you saying that Countess Olette lied?â
I didnât think I could get through to the adulterer, so I turned to Countess Olette, and she shuddered at my question.
The sight of her fluttering her skirts, unable to speak, was overwhelming.
âTell me, my dear Countess Olette. Have you been lying to me?â
âWell, IâŠâ
She was so easy going earlier, now all she could do was pursed her lips like a person who was at a loss for words, her tear-streaked amber eyes shifting out of focus.
It was a pitiful sight for a stranger to see, but unfortunately, it didnât work on me. âViscountess Sabrina. Didnât you hear me?â
The second prince looked at Countess Olette, and saw her about to burst into tears.
âYouâre simply a country bumpkin, a Viscountess, and youâre simply relying on the Bright family. You think you can go wild just because of that!â
âA mere viscountess huh, are you done talking?â
Funny, then why did you treat the Young Lady Bright, whose grandfather is a duke and whose father is a marquis, like that.
I asked in a sarcastic tone, and the Second Prince crumpled his face in disbelief. He was about to pounce on me.
âHow dare youâŠâ
âPavel,â the crown prince, who had been quietly observing our conversation, stopped him from advancing on me with a formidable glare.
âArguing with a young lady in the street, thatâs very inappropriate.â
âBrother.â
The crown prince looked at the second prince, his emotions running high. While the crown prince was different. He was calm as if the scene in front of him wasnât bothering him. He smiled gently and stopped his unruly brother.
âI am responsible for escorting Viscountess Sabrina today. If youâre going to be rude to her, youâre also being rude to me.â
âIt is not like that.â
The crown princeâs momentum ebbed a little as he spoke.
âUnless you want to be caught up in the scandal of an imperial prince running amok in broad daylight. You better go home.â
The crown prince didnât get angry or raise his voice, but reprimanded in a soothing tone as if he was talking to a child.
âOh my god how could he be so dainty? Itâs overwhelming.â
âThere are a lot of eyes here.â
At the crown princeâs words, the second prince clicked his tongue as he finally realized the people staring at us.
âEscort the young Countess of Olette back, and return to to the palace.â
The crown princeâs voice was as soft and gentle as cottonâs, yet somehow it had an irresistible power. A gentle charisma, if you will.
âI understand.â The prince, who had been pursing his lips, withdrew in exasperation.
âGood.â
The crown prince, who had defeated the adulterer in a flash, looked at me with an apologetic expression.
âIâm sorry, I feel embarrassed because of how my poor brother treated you.â
âYour Highness need not apologize, you donât owe me an apology. You and the second prince are obviously different.â
After ignoring the vicious glare that fell upon him, the crown prince then gave a small, as if he couldnât repress it, he said, âLetâs go, then, Viscountess Sabrina.â
âYes. Your Highness.â
I waved my hand with a leisurely expression and linked arms with the crown prince.
âNow, wait a minute..!â
Behind me, Count Olette shouted in a panicked voice, but I pretended not to hear anything. Fortunately, unlike a moment ago, the two werenât pursuing her anymore. The crown prince was there as a shield after all.
âIâm so sorry.â
The crown prince said again after they had exited the alley. His face was as withered as grass in the heat.
âI did not expect them to run into you here like this. Itâs all my fault.â
âAs I said before, this is not your fault.â
âStillâŠâ
The crown prince squirmed like a puppy with grass in his mouth, but I couldnât let him continue to beat himself up.
âOn the contrary, I should be grateful. If it werenât for your highness, Iâd still be in the hands of those two.â
Nobles take honor seriously. What the Second Prince and Count Olette did was no light matter, and today, thanks to the crown prince, she was finally able to get away from it, but the Second Prince and Count Olette will definitely not go down without a fight. Next time, theyâll probably try to silence me. Of course, I donât intend to be taken lightly. Iâm never going to let an adulterer get away with what he did.
âYour Highness, thank you so much for your help.â
The first thing I had to do was to thank the crown prince, so I bowed to him, still looking a little impassive.
âI havenât done anything to deserve your thanksâŠâ
The crown prince smiled bitterly, as if embarrassed by my greeting. Then he cautiously extended his hand.
âWhat?â
âExcuse me.â
My eyes widened in surprise at the sudden closeness. At that moment, the crown prince gently grasped my right hand, which was still sticky with juice after crushing the oranges earlier. Droplets of water gushed out of the air, and a stream of clear, cool water enveloped my hand.
âYou know,â he said, âItâs been bothering me for a while now.â
The crown prince looked at my hands, which were now clean from the orange juice after being washed away, and flicked his fingers lightly.
Click.
It was followed by the sound of his fingers colliding, then a gust of wind rose up and blew off the remaining water from my hand. It happened in the blink of an eye. That I couldnât even react.
âYouâre an Elementalist?â
I exclaimed in surprise, while looking from my plumped-up hand and to the crown prince in astonishment.
âIâve never heard of His Highness being an elementalist beforeâŠâ I tried to remain calm, but my voice kept shaking. Thatâs how incredible it was. No matter how far away our estate was, as a noble, we had to have at least some knowledge as part of the nobility. Even if the information was a little late, news of the imperial family was bound to get out somehow. Especially if the crown prince was an elementalist.
âI didnât hide it on purpose.â
The crown prince made a bitter expression after seeing my reaction. Then, in a low voice, he quickly added, âThere was nothing I could not do, in order to survive.â
âAh.â
As it turned out, the crown prince was the son of the former Empress, and the current Empressâ son was actually the seaweed-haired prince I had seen earlier. I think even without looking further into it, I can still get a general idea of the current situation.
The empire had been founded by an Elementalist who had once possessed the legendary Great Spirit. But elementalist were rarer than mages. Even in the lineage of all the emperors, there were more people who were not elementalist than those who were.
Thus, it was both a blessing and a curse to be an elementalist in the imperial family. If you had the power, you could wield it more powerfully than anyone else. But without it, you would live your entire life under scrutiny and danger for the rest of their lives.
In the course of history, illegitimate children of the imperial family or the imperial family were often killed if they were found to be elementalists. The crown prince was a bit of a special case. His mother, the former Empress, was from a foreign family, so the crown prince had no real outside power to protect him. So even though he was the next in line to the throne, his support base was tenuous and he was constantly under scrutiny from opponents, including the current empress.
With his position in jeopardy, being known as an elementalist would do more harm than good.
Thatâs probably why the crown prince kept his secret. But was it really so easy to display the power heâd been hiding for so long in front of her?
âBut what if I tell anyone about this?âŠâ
âHuh? Are you going to tell them?â
âOh. No!â
I quickly threw up my hands.
âIâd rather die.â
With the poisoned holy grail that is the secret of a royal family, and a powerful man who controls the political system. A mere viscountessâ daughter like me, could easily die tomorrow, just to keep me quiet.
âAll right, then.â
âWhy would you trust me too easily.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre fine.â
â?â
âI trust you because youâre you.â
âThatâsâŠâ
âYou believe it because Itâs me? What does that mean?â
( T/N : I have a hunch that thereâs more to this than meets the eye. Although the crown prince looks nice, he actually seemed like he was plotting something. I have a feeling that her meeting with Orange hair and Seaweed guy is not just a coincidence at all. He might be planning to use her as a chess piece but I donât know yet. Weâll see.)