22 Chapter 22

Is Celtic lacking?

That can't be true.

Celtic Durak was the second son, so he couldn't inherit the Durak Marquissate, but he had a merit to surpass it. He was Aurest's friend and right arm, who would be at the center of power in a decade.

As the spouse of the Imperial Princess, he had full qualifications. It was for another reason that Gareth tell off and stopped Celtic so far. But Gareth couldn't tell anyone why. He couldn't tell anything more to Celtic Durak, the closest person to the Crown Prince. Gareth closed his eyes and swarmed.

"Yes! You're not enough! It's Her Imperial Highness uhm, wouldn't it be appropriate if it's a Prince from another country?" Then a woman's voice intervened.

"Really? I don't think so."

Turning his head and looking at her, there was the Princess who leaned obliquely against a shrub. Her apricot dress, made of sky-high materials, made people feel ashamed to see the curves of their bodies. Celet was lowly ashamed. It wasn't because of the Princess's outfit. It was because Gareth was on his leg.

"I came to find you because you never came back after a while. Thanks to you, I had a great time. "The princess slowly scattered the two men in a strange confrontation and smiled. "I didn't know that Sir Gareth was thinking of me that way. Whoo-hoo. Let's at least repay the compliment. Do you want to eat with me, Sir?" '

"What? No. That's all right. Thank you, Your Imperial Highness, for your kindness. Anyway, it's okay." Gareth stood up to protect a little bit of his remaining social reputation, although he had almost evaporated* because of the love affair** he had been committed so far.

(*for a thought, feeling ,etc., to go away.)

(**when he said that Celtic didn't deserve Erin, he seems like confessing his love for her even thought he isn't)

Celtic glared at Gareth a little with resentful gaze, then brushed off the hem of his crumpled pants.

"I'm just sorry for showing the unsightly appearance to the Princess."

"Don't bother too much." The Princess approached the soft-spoken Celtic and put their arms together. Celtic was staring at the princess with an awkward smile, as if he had been angry with Gareth. Gareth, who was watching the two's backs as they were leaving, scattered his hair nervously. His golden brown hair has become a magpie's nest*.

(*magpie is a kind of bird which makes their nest from scraps of hoomans so his hair literally became messy)

Soon after, he squeezed his shoulders and went back into the Princess' Palace. It seemed wrong to persuade Celtic today. Still, there is hope. If Crown Prince Aurest knows about this, and if he turns Celtic's mind back until then...

Gareth's little master will never fall into 'the path of disgrace'.

* * *

People who were paid for wealth and entertainment and showed a glimpse of the a confidentiak information existed everywhere regardless of the times. Of course it was also in the Imperial Palace.

Strictly speaking, these people were more concentrated in the Imperial Palace than any other part of the empire. Gail McHurt, the Crown Prince's aide, was a man who groaned for this situation. The Imperial Palace is a place to discuss national affairs, and more than any other place, they had to pay more attention to confidentiality.

Isn't that the way the country is maintained, the society is maintained, and the family is maintained?

So Gail McHurt, who handed over the personal information of Crown Prince Aurest, which should be treated as confidential, to Jedis Bell, was disastrous. Of course, Gail had his own circumstances.

Gail was busy.

He was usually busy, but he has been even more busy since the last cabinet meeting. It was because the ministers who attended the meeting as well as the nobles who were drooling over Rowental's property were anxious to meet the Crown Prince once. After sending a mechanical reply to the incoming letter, Gale was tormented by organizing the schedule and putting his head on the book.

'This is all because of the Princess. Even if the princess did not attend the cabinet meeting! Even if the princess did not pop out at any time...!'

Jedis came to Gale. He held a bottle of unknown alcohol* in his hand.

(*sorry for mistranslation, the Belshan shipper Gail drank is actually called Belshan liquor, I will edit it ASAP)

Gale took a couple of strong liquor at once, and then expressed his frustration.

"May I help you?" (Jedis)

"Then, I would be very grateful. But how?" (Gail)

"Do you know who my brother is?" (Jedis)

"Isn't it Sir Gereint Bell. You're now Her Imperial Princess's lady-in-waiting." (Gail)

''And I am Her Imperial Highness the Princess' beloved lady-in-waiting. Trust me. It's easy if you have the Crown Prince's schedule." (Jedis)

"The official schedule will be distributed every month." (Gail)

"The unofficial schedule." (Jedis)

"Why is that?" (Gail)

"When it comes to His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, isn't it unavoidable to be political on a personal schedule?" (Jedis)

"That's right." (Gail)

"He won't bother you anymore. If I inform you in advance about His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince's official schedule and informal schedule, I will induce Her Imperial Highness the Princess to visit His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince only at 'appropriate time'." Jedis said seriously. "Of course there is a price."

"What is it?" At that time, Jedis was massaging a white kitten that was walking around the Imperial Palace.

"His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince's taste for women. In great detail."

It was an offer that he couldn't really refuse. In that way, Gail passed the Crown Prince's personal information to Jedis with his own hands, and with the subtle joy of saying, 'I will relieve my worries now,' and when he stood in front of God, he decided to live a life without shame.

On the contrary, Jedis discovering the <Aurest's Rational Taste statistics and Analysis report> sandwiched between the informal schedules quickly became fun. Her joy disappeared as soon as she learned that Crown Prince Aurest was more than a blonde lover and was a crazy blonde man (Jedis was a brunette), but that wasn't the area for Gail to care about.

Anyway, there was such a secret deal.

As Jedis promised, the Princess came only at the appropriate time. Thanks to this, Gail of these days was lighthearted. He was relieved until they met the Princess who had her ladies-in-waiting behind.

"Brother!"

It was the time when the sun set to the west. The Princess was walking with the sun on her back. The Princess's curling blonde hair shone white like a halo. He began to feel the polite atmosphere from Aurest, the Crown Prince who opened his eyes thinly.

"Oh, Gail. Who is that beautiful lady walking to me? She's too dazzling for me to look at her straightly. Is she an angel wandering the earth because she can't find the stairs to heaven?"

'Was she dazzling because if the backlight?'

or

'Did he forgot his little sister's face, it was a sign of dimentia.'

Similar thoughts came to Gail McHurt. But it's the sad fate of all the subordinates to keep up with their boss's bullshits. If you don't match it, it's the least hated thing. It wasn't just about being fired or dismissed, it was really 'a pain in the neck*'. Gail responded politely because he was an aide who knew how to value his life.

(*idk if u guys get it but it means there is a possibility that their neck will be chopped off so "pain in the neck" it is)

"It's Her Imperial Highness the Princess, who will be the little sister of His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince."

"I can't believe that that beautiful person is my sister..."

The Crown Prince's words stopped there. Because of that, Gail couldn't know whether the words that would follow were 'I'm a very blessed person' or 'God is also very cruel to me'.

In fact, he wasn't even curious about it.

Gail, who was looking at the Princess' appearance, quickly looked at her outfit. She was usually gorgeous, but today she was more. Armed with ornaments made of large jewels, it seemed to prepare for going out. In particular, the necklace made of red diamonds was a gift from the Crown Prince on her birthday last year, but it was never worn unless it was a special day.

Gail's heart, who had been heavier, suddenly became heavier.

'Why do you come here at this time? Shee told me that she would only let the Princess visit at the right time...'

Gale turned his eyes and searched for Jedis. However, there was no Jedis next to Gareth and Celat who followed as escorts, but only a lady-in-waiting, Vivia, with a strange face. The Princess, who greeted him by being held back in the arms of her brother with her arms wide open, quickly chatted.

"Oh my brother! I'm going to see Rick Chaicoch's play!"

"Chaicoch's?"

Rick Chaicoch was the Crown Prince's favorite playwright.

The Crown Prince sponsored the theater company to which Chaicaoch was affiliated with private expenses, and whenever his piece of work comes up, he would always watch from the first to the last performances.

"Today? Wasn't it two days later?"

"It will be officially released two days later, but there is a special performance today for the sponsors who supported the production of the play! No way, the invitation didn't reached my brother..."

The princess's eyes swifted and turned to Gail. The Crown Prince looked after Gail with a cold face.

The meaning was clear.

'Hey why didn't you tell me?'

Gail's day went down. He answered in a businesslike manner.

"I'm sorry. Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince. Today, we have a dinner with the Marquis Bloomlodrin." Because of that, three days ago, Gail McHurt, who saw the sudden flight of invitations, was tormented by tearing his head. If the Crown Prince heard of the special performance, it was clear that he would break his promise with the Marquis of Bloomlodrin.

However, because of only one performance, he could not postpone or cancel his appointment with the Marquis of Bloomlodrin. So, Gail was prepared to return and hid the invitation. It was because ge thought that the mood of the Marquis of Bloomlodrin was more important than the performances that could be seen later. Although the Crown Prince didn't think so.

"Hey. Gail McHurt. I can always listen to a bad old man* who was growling all the time. But Chaicoch's performance..."

(*old man = Gail. He was saying that he can tolerate Gail's grumblings)

Aurest hit Gail's chest with his fisted hand. Gail squeezed his lips with his head down. He's used to humiliation.

"...I can't see it anytime. The playwright's pride in what he usually eats is very high*." Because of the heavy weight on his fists, his shoulders were pushed back. "If I said to postpone a little, add a little, I'd rather hit your neck, and I'm very upset. Those guys already owes me a lot of money that I don't already know how much they owe me."

(*that the playwright was carrying huge pride every performance)

The weigh on the last fist was considerable. Gail staggered. He felt as if he had a bruise on his chest. Aurest clicked his tongue.

"Okay. Tell the Marquis Bloomlodrin I can't go because I'm sick of what I ate yesterday."

The Crown Prince was a man who could chew the steel bars and digest them. He's going to assume that the Marquis of Bloomlodrin, who knows that, would believe that the Crown Prince was sick. He was fortunate that the Crown Prince did not turn the tables* because he ignored him. Then the princess burst in.

(*to reverse a situation in which the person who had a disadvantage now has an advantage over the other)

"Sir Gail can go to see Marquis Bloombordin instead of my brother. You often send a proxy when you're busy, don't you?"

"Yes, that'd be better. Do it."

"Your Imperial Highness, but..."

Then he'll fly away with the table*.

(*in reference to the "turn the tables" like he would have so many disadvantages that rather than having the so-called "table" only flipped around, he would be thrown with the table)

"I have nothing more to say. Why aren't you going?"

Aurest waved his hand. The princess smiled obnoxiously.

"Good luck, Sir Gail." Gail clenched his fist. His fingernails penetrated into the palm of his hand.

Should we be more criticized?

'Are you going to offend the military just for one performance? Aren't you worried about his retaliation? What would the other subjects think of you if you pretended not to know someone who contributed to the suppression of the rebellion...'

After a short time of thought, he did what the Crown Prince aide deserved. Gail McHurt closed his lips tightly and bowed his head.

T/N: I was too busy doing my schoolworks as I am a graduating student so, bear with me! And I would update maybe this Saturday or this Sunday, like many chapters (coz I'm free!! Hooray!!).

And I honestly miss Tristan's appearance. I wonder where did he go... Lmao.