Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Translator: Yonnee

I shut my eyes while thinking about what he meant by that. My body temperature grew hot. Not just my face heated up, but my entire body as well. I got nervous in a significantly different manner compared to before.

After taking a calming breath, I barely managed to rise to my feet. As I did, I found Blanc right next to the bed. I didn't even realize that he was inside the same room while Albert and I were talking.

…Then he must have heard our conversation, must have seen the way I stared at Albert's body, and must have witnessed how my expression changed in an instant.

I'm a bit embarrassed and ashamed that he had to hear that, but, like, I mean, he's practically even older than any human being's grandfather, but to me, Blanc has always been a child, that's why…

“Rosé…”

I looked at him and tried to act as normally as I possibly could.

“When did you wake up, Blanc?”

“A while ago…”

“Why didn't you sleep more?”

“Because today's an… important day… But Rosé, I guess you really like that kind of figuuure…”

“…What do you mean, that kind of figure.”

My dear little Blanc, please don't say such nerve-wracking words. Why have your eyes grown so round as if you're actually amazed.

“Don't worryyy… When I become an adult dragon, I can show you that form when I polymorph.”

Blanc declared this very determinedly, though his words were from the left field as he was oblivious. No, Blanc, please. I don't want to see you like that.

“But Blanc, I like the way you look right now.”

“No… I've never seen Rosé so shy and happy, that's why I gotta…”

It seemed like Blanc had already made up his mind. Ah, ah, my head started throbbing. But that's not important right now.

“Right, okay, I should change my clothes first.”

I got up and changed into a clean set of clothes—a dress, in particular. All of the original Rosé's fancy dresses were thrown away through the help of Albert's magic, and so I picked out a modest dress fit for a maid. The stitching was a bit crude, but it's still a sturdy dress.

While Albert was washing up, I looked out the window. Compared to yesterday, the tower's surroundings were quickly filled by so many more people. All the soldiers were standing upright while they held their weapons.

“…Whoa.”

It really was starting.

I held onto the wand that Albert had handed to me. I only knew the basics of magic, and I've never cast a spell properly, but I was ready to do so anyway.

“Mercy sent a signal. She's almost here.”

I heard Albert's voice behind me. Startled, I stuck close to the wall and spoke.

“Oh god, you surprised me. When did you come out, Prince?”

“A little while ago. I hid my presence, so I guess it works.”

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“…Have you taken a look outside?”

“Yes, I took a peek earlier.”

Albert looked out the window together with me. But even the sight before us wasn't enough to change his expression.

Still, the languid look in his eyes and the confident smile on his lips remained.

“His Majesty brought all of these people here while thinking of me especially.”

With the way he stroked his chin, he looked kinda happy, even. He's laid out his perfect revenge against Rosteratu, so it's only natural. The ease in which he carried himself was something that only the strong could emulate.

Soon, his red eyes flashed. With the corners of his lips curled up, he let out a low chuckle.

“The barrier spell has been lifted.”

Blocking the view outside, Albert closed the curtains.

“Now, Rosé. It's time for us to welcome our guests.”

Only now did I notice what kind of outfit Albert was wearing. He was wearing a different style than he usually did. On his neck was a cravat, and the fabric of his clothes was soft silk. Then, on his back, he had a cape that was embroidered with the royal crest depicting lilies. But even as he was all decked up in luxury, it absolutely didn't look over the top at all.

It was as if those clothes were made for him and him alone.

With his sword fastened to his waist, he looked like the very image of the noble and beautiful god of victory.

Looking at him now, it was impossible not to say that he was destined to be king.

“Let's go.”

Albert held out a hand to me. As though bewitched, I took that hand. We went down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Before we could even descend entirely, I started hearing that sound—the door was being opened. At this, I felt myself freeze up. People were starting to come in. Who could it be? Mages? Soldiers? If not them, then maybe Rosteratu himself?

“There's nothing for you to worry about.”

Noticing how nervous I was, Albert comforted me and held my hand tightly.

“You don't have to be afraid of that person.”

“Huh? But the door opened…”

“It's someone you know.”

“…Huh?”

I was so busy studying magic that I didn't hear the details of the plan from Albert, so I didn't know anything about how the coup would be carried out. Left confused, all I heard from him were vague things that confused me.

But as soon as the kitchen door was opened, I immediately realized what Albert meant.

“I'm hungry. Can't we have breakfast first before we get started?”

Right there, Mercy spoke casually with a nonchalant expression. Her entire demeanor made it seem like she was here just to hang out at a friend's house.

“…You came here alone, Mercy?”

At my bewildered question, Mercy shrugged.

“No way. There's a ton of people eagerly waiting for His Highness outside.”

Chapter end