You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 563

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"How the lady allows myself by her side is only the goodness of your heart. For ruthless is what I truly am."

’... Why is he expressing himself like this?’ — I thought as I could not believe what he declared with heartless sound. Lifting my gaze to see him frown, avoiding to look me in the eye as his countenance hardened further in dislike.

"Sigh. Even so... What I am is something I do not want to tarnish you with. I needed to inform you of this decision, for I still... somehow... I still wish for you to learn what my hand will do from my own mouth before you see it or hear about it by chance. I believe it is best to save yourself the surprise."

"... I understand what you say, but you still have not given me the real motives." — Without getting my mind to snap out of the blank his palpable selfishness instilled within myself, I blurted out... as cold as his tone had sounded while saying these things.

"... I have just told you."

"No. You told your wants, not what happened for you to decide this." — Looking him in those eyes that now seemed awoken, I declared... annoyed at what this attitude of his made me feel. Conscious of the glare I wanted to stab at him as I continued to say. — "What? Are you only going to say you will kill her and leave the reasons for my imagination to fill? Does the crown prince want myself to craft them based on these rumours I have heard and you say are truthful? I refuse to believe you mentioned this with such sentiment because if that is how it is... then I see no meaning in you informing myself of any of this for I will still think of you badly once you take her life."

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"I am not naive, crown prince. Neither am I witless. Perhaps I do value who I see in you. Yet I also know who you are known as. Ignoring such would be senseless."

Frowning this time. Annoyed by the way he had found to keep me from the evil he may indulge in so suddenly as if I ignored there was a side of him very different to the one he shows, I felt hatred be born within my stomach as he stared speechless.

’I did forget momentarily since he’s always sweet when with me...’ — I considered as I turned tired of dedicating this glare to the one my heart melted for... experiencing the pain that this disturbing dislike provoked in my soul while thinking he believed I would be alright with this kind of selfishness. — ’Yet, does he believe I am a child? He’s known as a hero to the Empire, does he believe I do not know how much blood there must be in his hands for him to earn that? It is not like I think every rumour is false... but exaggeration is surely in it... and even if it is all true...’

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"Then? Are you to explain it? Or should I simply believe it is because you feel like you should kill her and end this conversation, crown prince?"

"... I can tell the lady is displeased."

"Of course I am." — I acknowledged meeting his gaze that had softened at last.

What sense was there to hide it? In a moment, with this distance, he placed in the way to handle this announcement, as if we had turned back in time... I felt the need to be blunt, even unapproachable and cold as if not close. This attitude was one of a prince I did not know... and instead it was one of who I should be cautious of... only that it hurt my heart this time... for I now felt deeply for him unlike I did at first.

Hence, my expression was as honest as the severity of my sound. That perhaps was what he finally needed to get himself out of the mistake he was committing with his ways.

"I had forgotten how honest my Lady could be." — He said with a troubled expression, finally dismissing this uncalled stillness. — "It is not because I simply feel like it... The first time I encountered that woman, not only did she approach me and behaved unreasonably, but also caused a misunderstanding between you and I, my Lady Marianne."

"... That reason would only suggest it is because she is not worthy of your favour. Therefore, what happened this second time that aggravated you this much?"

"She offered herself, basically."

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"... I expressed myself wrongly again." — At how shocked I was, he said. Calming down as he noticed the way he was talking continued to not be proper even if irritated. — "This matter itself is uncomfortable to tell the lady, which is why I desisted from giving much detail... I apologise."

"... I can tell prince is shaken." — I replied in what I believed was a playful way to reenact his previous mention of my displeasure. Relieving the weight we had placed on ourselves with the subject for a second.

"... Yes... I am shaken." — He smiled, pausing and taking the time for both of us to understand tension was the least we needed when discussing the reasons for wanting the head of a woman. — "My lady, after I followed your lead... I read what had me elated. The day had been hazardous until the words were read, soothing my craves... to then feel disgusted by that woman’s unwanted presence."

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"Like the first time, she appeared out of nowhere where she shouldn’t. Where it was for us to be at... She acted intimate when I demanded distance and respect. Trying to touch me whatever the consequences even as I told her off... as I also made it clear her life was only forgiven because the day was in your honour and her death would only ruin your father’s gift and happiness." — This time, more controlled and like he is used to, Kinky expressed himself properly, even letting some more concerns be known. — "She behaved as if we were involved when there is no possibility that could ever happen. I feel repulsion from my deepest only thinking about it... she has the nerve to believe she will always be forgiven."