You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 416
[ Honestly, after learning these matters... We shall have a serious conversation about this Father. Such wonderful treasure we own and yet not a glance of it I have been granted. I am shocked! ]
"... Haha! Oh goodness! You solely don’t remember, dear. When you were small, along with your siblings, I took all three of you to the sword’s keepsake. Your eyes got stuck in it’s blade... Haha, I can still clearly remember your awe at its splendour ... Since you wish to have a glance at it again, I will take you to it once you are back home." — Tapping lightly the tip of her nose, Orland promised, fondly smiling to ask forgiveness from the strict child who had lightly frowned along her message. — "Therefore, will my lovely daughter forgive this father? For a moment I felt scared of your reproach, sweetie."
’Humph... since I dont have such memories I am to forgive you... But it is a promise! You have to take us there, Mister!’ — Taking a moment to play difficult, the girl nodded, leaning on her father’s shoulder happy to have a moment to talk only with each other.
His hand stroked hers lightly with tenderness, aware of the playful grump she tried to showcase in her behaviour, leading her in peace once more to the tables he had found Marianne at before the Duke’s speech was told.
"So, how about some recommendations? I saw you trying some of the dishes. Did you find one intriguing?"
"!!" — She jumped happily once again. taking her stack to add to their conversation. — [ When father arrived I was telling the Duke which ones were my favourite. He said the wines and dishes were prepared to please my taste. ]
"... Oh... Is that how it is?"
’Mhm~! They all are tasty so I had a little trouble getting the hierarchy right but...’ — Nodding, she answered energetically, writing more down to tell her father. — [ There is this wine I tasted that has the kind of bitterness Father would like. ]
"Oho? Truly? Do show me which one it is. My glass is empty and I am certain to trust your impressions~" — Smiling nicely, Orland now followed the guide of his pure daughter, thinking inwardly how this continuous distaste he experienced from men’s unnecessary interest towards his daughter could not go on.
’Sigh... It’s not like everyone will fall for my child... Uff! Such thought is also annoying, however... what idiot would dare...’ — He grumped. Aware that this belief about his child was excessive; convincing himself that it is only reasonable for any noble inviting the Ninth into their lands to try showing immense hospitality. — ’Haaa... goodness what a fool I am...’
His foolishness, one the outsider soul within his daughter shared in her character was dismissed with as easy convictions, focusing now only on enjoying their reunion while doing what the girl most liked. Although keeping a speck of his aura guarding their surroundings so the presence of his other child could be perceived before his appearance in front of Marianne was certain to happen.
Eyes were on them certainly. Ones that were anxious, for soon, the awaited dances of this celebrated Ball were to begin and one who assisted events gladly ever since meeting the Lady... was growing impatient for a piece to be played and their hands could intertwine in a lovely dance.
Nonetheless, he was not on his own. The sibling to his side observed how immersed his attention was in not losing sight of the Lady and dropping her shoulders with a sigh of her nose, the roll of her violet eyes decided to leave an obviously "busy" brother, so the ladies she was acquainted with could be greeted and mesh in their enjoyable conversations.
"Brother, I am to join the ladies... I wish you good luck tonight."
"?? Why."
"?... Good luck joining her again is what I mean. Goodness, you truly lack sense when it comes to these events."
"...? What is she saying?" — The crown prince watched a frustrated Jasmine walk away with as severe countenance for the time to approach said woman was unknown while the lady was in her Father’s company. And so, he remained placed, watching her discreetly while some nobles who wished to, yet also were fearful of approaching the famous heir of the Empire, glanced his way amazed by his presence.
It was soon that the host and his Father, the former Duke of Noverrne, came to meet the crown prince first. Being Dolton the one to talk... not before staring at each other for a polite moment that served the former Duke to probe the mood reigning in an unpredictable Zeleskiaz.
"... Your Highness, Crown Prince Zeleskiaz... I had a glance of your presence before yet did not have the opportunity to greet you as time was demanding. My deepest appreciation to the honour of your presence here tonight."
"... No need for appreciation Sir Dolton. As the heir, I cannot miss the ascension of the one to probably join me once on the throne."
"Of course, an heir to the Empire would not miss it. Yet... Oh, I shall say it even with the risks of it!" — Dolton answered tempted to tell his thoughts and deciding upon it at the instinct his experience dictated while his charisma was to allow his words to not be impolite. — "Your Highness, you are not a common heir as we all are aware. I am an old server to your father. The day you were confirmed as the crown prince to this day I still remember it!"
"... Old server or not, a good memory you have, Sir."
"That depends on the subject. Yet a heir of course I am to remember." — Dolton chuckled composed, smiling slyly as those who have been clever enough to carry their title successfully would. — "Hence, I also am aware that the Crown Prince barely ever assisted any event. Much less remained visible this long. Your Highness, appreciation is needed, no matter the reason, knowing your nature."
"... Sir, your attention to small matters does amuse me."
"Hahaha! I am to take it as a compliment young heir to our Empire. As you said, Clemente is to probably serve in your reign... hopefully, both will have more exchanges from here on."
