Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Translator: Yonnee

In the middle of serving, I ran into Schubert a couple times, but it seemed like Alexander still hadn't given the signal.

I tried not to wander close to Rosteratu as much as I could, but I couldn't completely keep my distance.

I placed a plate of grapes and a bottle of wine on Rosteratu's table. His vulgar laughter pierced my ears.

“So, how is the Prince doing, Your Majesty?”

“He must be suffering right now. Haha! That bastard who comes from nothing doesn't know how to repay my favor, what with him trying to surpass me and become king.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. You made such a good decision.”

“Haha, 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.”

“You're right, you're definitely right, sire.”

The noble sitting across Rosteratu nodded, but in fact, it didn't seem like the king's blathering interested him at all. It's obvious that he's just saying that for the sake of keeping up with Rosteratu's mood.

…I immediately saw how he's 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.

“According to the latest report, a lot of things with this and that had been demanded of Albert, that's why he should be feeling tortured right now…”

Rosteratu let out a bark of laughter that was laced with satisfaction.

“Haha! I almost want to go see that bastard just to see him in pain!”

…Huh? Latest report?

I'm confused. It seemed like he's talking about the report that Albert wrote for me while I was sick.

But the content sounded embarrassing. I'm suspicious of the sticky tone Rosteratu had when he emphasized the words 'this and that'.

Whenever I sent reports, it was to the tune of 'What do you think we did~' and it's 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?

“Ah, with the help of that wand's power, the report said that he couldn't 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.”

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, but…! It's so embarrassing to listen to a report being recounted in real time. I came from a country that's trained me to have an iron plate on my face, but this is a little…

I'll need to ask Albert later just what he wrote.

On the other hand, I couldn't 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.

“Suits him well, doesn't it? A king is not required to be handsome. He's far more suited to such things.”

Rosteratu's absurd remarks continued. In the meantime though, it's funny how—though he didn't outright say that Albert's handsome—he just fully acknowledged Albert's 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.

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But no, it's not just that.

I was overcome with this very persistent impulse.

…Can't 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 who's 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.

It's the first time I'm seeing a sky like this. It's too bright to say that it's still nighttime.

Wondering if it's already daybreak, I then turned to the clock, but it's still just two o'clock. We're still a long way off from sunrise.

From some distance away, I saw Schubert push the tray slightly forward while waving at me.

It's 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.

“Just what…”

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 couldn't walk properly, but right now, he flew with all his might. The blue wings on his back moved urgently.

“Y-You!”

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 marquis' outburst drew the other nobles' attention.

“What…?”

“It's just a puppy though?”

“Who brought that here?”

Of course, the nobles who couldn't wield magic couldn't see Alexander's 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.

Alexander's pupils were wide. His slit eyes looked straight at Marquis Evnen, glaring at him ferociously. Hate filled the dragon's eyes entirely and shot out a killing intent.

With a grudging tone, he spoke.

“How dare you use a dragon while pretending to enter a contract.”

Scales peeled off from Alexander's body one by one. The nobles began to collapse around me.

“Foolish man.”

The disaster has commenced.

Chapter end