Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 392: Aimee vs Lazarus

Duke Gipp wiped the rest of his tears, then apologized for laughing at Arielle’s words about Lazarus. Honestly, seeing Arielle, who was still smiling at him, made the man feel guilty for laughing at the princess.

Ah, the youth was indeed beautiful... Perhaps if Duke Gipp were thirty years younger, he might fall in love with the princess.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. But I have to return to my residence immediately to prepare the monthly agenda at the palace."

"Then... see you again Lord Gipp."

"See you again, Your Highness."

Arielle nodded, giving Duke Gipp permission to leave the room. After Duke Gipp was no longer seen in the palace hall, Arielle looked for Aimee’s whereabouts. She thought the girl would wait for her in the library or her room, but Arielle couldn’t find Aimee. Not even Lucas was found.

Since she still had plenty of time, Arielle planned to visit Ronan before she was busy with her studies again.

However, before she took a step, her ears caught quick footsteps with a faint scream. Arielle looked back to see what commotion it was. Her eyebrows arched up when she saw Aimee running towards her with both ears covered with her hands. Lucas ran not far behind the girl.

"What is it?" Arielle muttered in confusion.

It didn’t take long for Arielle to know the answer. She could only sigh at the screams of Lazarus, who kept calling Aimee’s name.

"Your Highness... please just cut off my ear! I can’t stand this torment anymoreee!" Aimee cried while holding Arielle’s hands with a pleading look on her face.

Lazarus followed breathlessly. Aimee hid behind Arielle’s body, and Arielle could only smile awkwardly when Aimee used her as a shield to protect the girl from Lazarus.

"You’re not Aimee, are you? Tell me if you just happen to have the same name as Aimee."

"I am Aimee, you fool!" Aimee’s scream made Arielle frown in her place.

"No, no, no!!! My Aimee should be fat!" Lazarus replied in a high tone.

Lucas was no longer worried about Aimee. Now, he was worried about Arielle’s condition because the princess stood between two people who screamed at each other.

"Why are you the one who decides if I have to be fat or not? You immoral man!"

"What did you say?! Immoral man?! You should be ashamed of using the name Aimee, but acting way worse than me! There is no woman who swears as easily as you!"

"You fxxx, asxxxxx, sxxt, wxxxxe, xnjhbxwi, iwshusih, nidhujabuw!"

Arielle, Lucas, and Lazarus froze on the spot, hearing a line of curses they had never heard in their lives. Aimee looked very satisfied after venting her frustration on Lazarus.

Lazarus seemed to have been slapped by reality. The curses were the ones he often heard in the suburbs, where men with no manner gathered together, were slapped right on his face now.

"Aimee," Lazarus called the girl after scraping his ear with his little finger. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Don’t call my name with that dirty mouth of yours! Didn’t you say that I wasn’t Aimee?!"

Lazarus held his weak heart. The man shifted sideways to pass Arielle so he could reach Aimee, but Aimee quickly moved Arielle’s body to protect her from Lazarus.

"Do not come close!" Aimee ordered sharply.

"Okay, okay, can we talk quietly?" Arielle asked, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

Arielle invited Aimee and Lazarus to talk in the reception room because she knew if they didn’t solve the problem right away, then something like this would happen again. Arielle didn’t want to be surprised again by the various kinds of curses that Aimee had shouted earlier.

Arielle smiled, feeling funny because her first impression of Aimee was an elegant woman with good manners. Who would have thought that an elegant looking noble lady had a vocabulary that Arielle had never heard before?

Arielle couldn’t wait to share her story with Ronan later.

Arielle grabbed Aimee’s hands, which gripped her shoulders tightly, and led her to sit on the couch where Duke Gipp sat before. Then, Arielle approached Lazarus, who looked surprised by Aimee’s attitude.

She led him to sit beside Aimee. Both of them automatically moved away and sat on both ends of the couch to keep their distance. After the two of them had sat, Arielle asked Lucas to sit with her. The man shyly accepted the princess’s offer.

The reception room became very quiet. Arielle took the initiative to prepare four new teacups, then poured the rest of the tea she had made for Duke Gipp earlier.

Seeing Arielle pouring the tea, Aimee stood up to help the princess because it was her job.

"Leave it to me, Your Highness," Aimee said in a very soft voice.

Arielle touched Aimee’s hand and told her to sit back.

"It’s okay, I can do it," Arielle replied, making Aimee look down in shame. The girl sat back in her place.

Arielle prepared the tea for herself, Aimee, Lucas, and Lazarus. She sipped her tea before interrogating Lazarus and Aimee.

"So? What happened?" Arielle asked as she put her teacup on the table.

"I just want to meet Aimee njewb jhduyebu...."

"I just want to be left alone, but kbduy hedbdni iniudn jbdeinbwa...."

Lucas frowned. The quiet room suddenly became noisy when Lazarus and Aimee competed to tell their version of the story. He turned to the princess, who still looked calm in her place.

Lucas couldn’t imagine if Miss Aimee and Lazarus acted like this in front of the king. Maybe the two of them would come out of the king’s office crying because they were scolded.

Arielle didn’t try to stop Aimee’s or Lazarus’ story. She left them alone. She just laughed a little when they screamed at each other.

"You were the one who started it all first!"

"I was just asking for your name! Why are you being ruder than a bandit?!"

"Because you’re a pervert!"

"I asked nicely!"

Lucas came closer to whisper to the princess.

"How long will this continue, Your Highness?" Lucas asked worriedly. The man was worried about the princess, who kept hearing screams and endless curses from Lazarus and Aimee.

"Until they tire themselves out. If I intervene, they will definitely fight again," Arielle replied in a whisper as well.

Arielle and Lucas took their tea and sipped it calmly, even though there was an endless bickering in front of them.

"This tea tastes great, doesn’t it, Lucas?" Arielle asked, looking for someone to talk to.

"That’s right, Your Highness. The natural sweetness goes well with this snack," Lucas replied.

While waiting for Aimee and Lazarus to stop fighting, Arielle and Lucas got into a conversation about the flavors of tea that the girl wanted to try.

Feeling ignored, Aimee and Lazarus turned and frowned at the sight of the princess and Lucas engaging in a very intimate conversation.

"Your Highness?" Lazarus called to her in confusion. He didn’t understand why Arielle gathered them in this room if they ended up being ignored like this.

Arielle stopped talking and looked at Lazarus.

"Oh, are you guys done discussing?" Arielle asked, making Aimee and Lazarus avert their eyes. They were embarrassed. They just realized that they were the ones who ignored the princess first.

"I’m sorry. Lucas and I were just taking shelter from the storm, right Lucas?" Arielle asked, making Lucas chuckle.

"That’s right, Your Highness," he replied, making Aimee blush with embarrassment.