You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 508

"It is the truth, his majesty said I was getting in his way." — Zeleskiaz insisted, already glad by the outcome of his doings.

"Th-that’s-!!"

"Francois!"

"As I see you need to address these matters I will take my leave."

"Who should leave is the Emperor! Rough man! Selfish as ever! This attitude you have makes our children distant!"

"Wait, my Ingrid, he’s twisting the truth!!"

"Now you say that. But I do not doubt you attempted to convince our son not to come because of your always selfish reasons."

"Uh... well..."

"Unable to even deny it. Goodness!"

The bit of their argument was watched intently by the crown prince before his first step out of their presence was taken. However, his eyes were met by those of the mother for a second, summoning a knowledgable light in a seemingly offended expression that froze the prince’s intent.

"Do go first, crown prince." — The Empress said, ignoring the husband following her. — "Come visit your mother whenever you wish."

"... Yes. Thank you, Mother..."

Although a chill went down his spine as if a child he was again before a mother like Ingrid, Zeleskiaz bowed understanding the meanings behind her controlled attitude. Walking out as he had initially intended and getting another piece of advice that was not told.

’... Women... are not easy.’ — He thought. Aware of the warning in the eyes of his mother. — ’... I better be careful while courting my lady and even after...’

The corridors of a vast palace commenced to be crossed as the tasks of this day had been dealt with.

Concerned about the outcome a talk with her father may have had him lost in thought as to how to proceed was the conclusion unfavourable to his love... Nevertheless, there was something else taking more of his mind’s concentration.

"... to make the love last..." — Zeleskiaz repeated the words of his mother with delight in his heart. — ’Having her accept my courtship... means there is at least a speck of love in her towards my being...’

"Phew... such bliss..."

A shiver, much too warm traversed him along throbs of entrancement. Instinctually gracing with his fingers the brooch Marianne gave in a gift... aware that although their wishes to be together had been told, the two had yet to tell the love they held without roundabout talk.

’It may be too soon to express the depths of my love, yet at the very least she is knowledgable of my care and attention like I am right now... slowly as they said I will learn more about her likes and... hopefully sooner than later I will tell it to her in its fullest...’ — Zeleskiaz imagined, happy to know the acceptance would allow his love to be professed extensively as their days together arrived... — "Perhaps in a stroll below the stars... where the flowers sleep in full bloom... while I take her hand..."

"What are you doing?"

"!?... Biel. What do you want."

"I want to go into your Highness’s bureau yet you are in the way. I thought you would stay with the wonderful Ninth, why are you here?"

"... You’ve gotten much too shameless. What were you thinking while acting like that before my Lady?"

"... I can’t believe you."

"?"

"You... you left her side only to get revenge on me, man?? You’re pitiful- ACK! I’m sorry!! I’ll stop!! I won’t do that again!!!"

"You clearly woke up with a death wish today Biel... You seem to enjoy being stupidly reckless."

"I-I swear!... I swear I won’t act like that again." — Although his hand had not reached the right hand, the deathly blood-thirst of a deity in the crown prince’s vessels threw off the confidence of the man, sucking up any bravery he was able to pretend when before an enraged master, feeling the weight of the aura’s danger in the beats of a heart much too aware of its possible death.

"... Tsk. It doesn’t matter. My lady appeared entertained so I’ll let it go as long as you don’t let it get to your head."

"... Blessed be the Ninth... an angel... she came to tame the devil I work for..."

"..."

"She’s indeed a pure lady. I bet you have thought of her as an angel more than you would like to confess."

"Sigh... Was I to kill you now would only stain the wonderful day this is." — Zeleskiaz, deciding to ignore the silliness of his right hand walked to his desk. Regaining the good mood he had while before his bureau’s entrance, finding truth in Biel’s sayings while also recalling the laughter the encounter permitted his ears... Ultimately calling the attention of that one accompanying him.

"That I do believe it. You seem unusually tame... is this the extent of the effect the Ninth’s recovery has on you? It is impressive to witness, dare I say."

"... It’s not only her recovery."

"? Then what is it? You did have a better mood whenever you met her before but... today..."

"? Today what? Don’t stare at me as if you knew anything."

"... Zeleskiaz, even while I was trying to mess with you in front of her you were smiling... it’s weird to witness, not to say disgustingly odd. I was used to only seeing you frown less after visiting her."

"Hah... haaa... d*mn it, Biel..." — Zeleskiaz chuckled, embarrassed to be noticed yet not regretful of it... for not even in the wish to appear as dangerous as before, his delight could be hidden. And even at the roughness in the considerations of a friend, no true wish to act upon rage could be born. — "The more I hear this from others, the more I am aware of how it affects my being..."

"? What are you talking about?"

"... I am... the happiest today..."

"... G-good mate. Care to tell why?"

"I have formally asked the Duke of Sylfinnier to allow myself to become Lady Marianne’s suitor."

"... WHAT?! Y-You told him out of nowhere?! H-How did it go?! Does the Ninth know??!"

"An answer has yet to be given... and of course she knows... I wouldn’t risk my everything like that."