His Highness' Secret Accountant Chapter 17

Unlike the clothing worn by the two of them, the figure in front of them was dressed a little fancier.

Looking at her outfit, she seemed to be working in the hall, so why did she come here?

Ayla slowly opened her mouth, frowning.

“What's the matter?”

“Can you deliver champagne to the guests in the hall instead of me? I have somewhere to go.”

“Jasmine, aren't you coming?”

Looking towards the voice, a rich-looking nobleman was guarding the door with a sly smile.

Glossy skin and shiny hair. A perfect form, even his pants were about to burst.

'It's amazing that the rings fit.'

How cool he was, coming to the Royal Palace wearing a ring with a large jewel in each of his fingers.

“Hohoho, I'm going now. Baron. You must deliver the champagne when the ball starts!”

Jasmine, who was acting cute towards the rich baron, said 'Then, I'm counting on you.' to Ayla, and ran to him.

After looking at Jasmine's back getting farther and farther away, Ayla turned her gaze downward and let out a small sigh.

'That damn girl.'

Ayla was preparing to serve the guests, pouring champagne and wine into slim tulip-shaped glasses.

The champagne, which had come from the Libert Kingdom through air transportation for the banquet, had a sweet peach and apricot scent that tickled her nose.

When the tempting golden carbonated bubbles ascended in the glass of champagne, Ayla smacked her lips.

'Is Louis coming…'

It was a banquet with nearly 400 guests so it would not be easy to find Louis, whom she didn't even know whether he was attending.

Even until the beginning of the third part, she could not see Theon nor Owen, who she often saw even if she did not want to, let alone Louis.

When Ayla, who had finished pouring all the champagne and wine on behalf of Jasmine, was ready to go to the banquet hall, there was a commotion outside.

“His Highness, the Prince, is entering.”

Isn't it said that the main character will make his appearance at the end?

The main character of today's banquet, Prince Theon, made his appearance while receiving the assistance of the Knights.

Theon's neat and cold image stood out even more from the combination of crimson clothes, black hair and fair skin.

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A light smile all the way through the banquet hall made Theon's handsome face shine even more today.

Already the majority of the noble ladies couldn't take their eyes of Theon, and turned their eyes at every step he took.

Of course, Ayla was also part of them.

'Handsome really means handsome…'

Ayla's face turned red at the sudden thought.

After entering the Royal Palace, her eyes were often pleased.

When Theon stopped in the center of the banquet hall and took a seat, before they knew it, the surrounding area was crowded with guests.

Several noble ladies hovered around him and smiled, just to try to talk to him.

Theon kept a cold posture, as if he were not interested in the attitude of the effortful young ladies.

“Grand Duke Owen Arrot is entering.”

Following Theon, Owen entered through the open door.

With a moderately restrained smile, Owen gave the guests a light hand greeting.

Soon, he walked confidently and took a seat next to Theon.

His usual mischievous looks were nowhere to be seen.

Owen's appearance felt very strange.

'No matter how you look at it, royalty is still royalty.'

As it was a relatively late social debut, she felt that anyone who looked at Owen's appearance could tell that he paid a lot of attention in the palace.

The orange outfit Owen was wearing matched so well with his blonde hair that it was enough to shake the hearts of many young ladies.

As expected, aristocrats began to gather around Owen one by one, busily exchanging greetings.

Even though it was his first banquet, his appearance as a member of the royal family was outstanding.

Owen, who had been exchanging greetings with the guests, waved his hand fiercely with a boyish smile when he made eye contact with Ayla, who was far away.

“Ouch… It stings.”

The delicate body leaning against the wooden boxes in the liquor storeroom was struggling.

Soon, Ayla's blue eyes, which showed obvious signs of exhaustion, looked down to her feet.

It seemed that the wound she had yesterday on the back of her feet had gotten worse, from walking around with a champagne tray and overdoing it.

Chapter end