My Unrestrained Lives-Chapter 37: Unwelcomed Visitors (3)

While Ellis was still absorbed in his thoughts, an argument had already broken out between Silas and the two maids.

Even though he had planned not to bother with them, it seemed they were intent on forcing his hand, apparently.

He really didn’t want to waste time on these two insolent bitches... they were just that insignificant, after all.

What mattered to him was the person standing behind them, the one pulling the strings, and whatever scheme they had in mind.

But then again... had anything in his life ever gone the way he wanted?

Unfortunately, never.

"What do you think you are doing?" the tall maid snapped, glaring at Silas when she saw her own hand being gripped tightly after trying to reach out toward Ellis.

But Silas, now holding the maid’s wrist firmly, glared right back at her.

And unlike the polite, respectful tone she had tried to maintain at first, this time she spoke with a sharp, angry voice.

"Don’t you dare touch Master." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

She didn’t even call him "Your Highness" anymore, as she had been pretending to do before.

And the tall maid, hearing that, immediately scoffed.

"Master?!" she echoed, her voice rising.

"Who do you think you are to call the prince like this?"

"Someone who couldn’t even become a knight is unqualified to call him that!"

Hearing those words, Silas found herself unable to respond. Her eyes wavered, and she bit her lip in silence.

And Ellis... seeing that look on her face, finally decided he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He turned his head toward the tall maid, glaring at her, and said, with a cold, unfiltered voice, "Shut up."

He only said two words without pretending. Without fake expressions, or subtle acts.

And yet, it was enough.

Because, the tall maid, on the receiving end of his gaze, froze in place. Her body locked up as if gripped by something invisible... something suffocating.

Ellis didn’t spare her another glance.

Instead, he turned toward Silas and said, "Let’s go."

He took her hand and walked away without saying another word, without even acknowledging the two maids again.

The short maid, now left alone with her frozen companion, blinked in confusion at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"Grenda? What happened to you?" she asked, puzzled.

Still trembling, the tall maid finally managed to speak, her voice shaky.

"Y-you didn’t f-feel it?"

Her mind kept replaying those gray eyes... those terrifying, cold eyes that stared at her like she was nothing.

No, maybe even less, as she seemed to be just that insignificant in those eyes.

The memory alone made her body shudder with fear, after all.

So she shook her head violently, trying to erase that moment from her mind.

"Maybe I felt wrong?" she whispered to herself, almost pleading.

"What do you mean? And what are you mumbling about?" the short maid asked again, even more bewildered now.

Grenda blinked, then forced herself to smile, trying to regain her composure.

"N-no, nothing. I’m probably just... too stressed lately. Coming to this shabby place must have gotten to me. I imagined it, that’s all."

’Yes... I must have imagined it,’ she told herself again.

’There’s no way... that a prince... one abandoned at that, with no talent... could ever make me feel like that... right?’

And yet, no matter how many times she told herself that...

Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

...

On the other hand, there was Ellis, who, as soon as he stepped into his room, could no longer suppress himself.

His expression twisted, and with a sharp motion, he kicked the nearest small table. It flew against the wall and, with a loud crash, splintered into pieces.

"Fuck," he cursed.

Ellis was angry.

Angry that they had tried to take Silas away from him.

Angry that they disturbed his peaceful life.

Angry that they were plotting something against him.

And most of all, angry at how openly and blatantly they had ridiculed Silas.

Even then, he was still trying to restrain himself.

He was trying to act rationally.

He had already snapped earlier and nearly shed all kinds of pretense, after all.

But now, with what he heard that fucking bitch mumble to the other maid, through his detection skill, it seemed like he could, at least for now, still dismiss what happened earlier as her imagination.

But if he did something more...

Then there would probably be no room for doubt anymore.

The situation had not spiraled out of control completely yet, and that was a relief.

Because, if possible, Ellis didn’t want anyone to take him seriously.

Not yet.

Not before he was stronger than anyone in this kingdom.

He wanted to continue living quietly here, in this forgotten palace.

He wanted, at the very least, to reach his fifth birthday without anything going wrong.

Because if things did go wrong, he would be forced to fight back.

And if he fought, it wouldn’t stop there.

One move would lead to another.

Eventually, the entire situation would spiral.

And when it did, Ellis knew... he’d probably have no choice but to run away.

He didn’t expect to be able to handle all the forces that might come after him.

And he didn’t expect any help, either.

Politics? Schemes?

That was never his strength.

If he had been good at that sort of thing, maybe he wouldn’t have had such a bad life back on Earth.

So instead, he preferred something simple: a head-on fight.

Just... not yet.

He had everything he needed here.

Life was convenient and quiet.

And he didn’t want to lose that... at least not before the time was right.

Was the situation really that grave?

Actually, no.

But if, even now, when he was deemed talentless due to being born without Circuits, and without the blue hair that marked the royal family, he was still being targeted...

Then, what would happen if they found out the truth?

If they noticed something about him... his strength, for example...

Everything would change.