Chapter Fifty
.Chapter fifty.
Their appointment left someone else in addition to them confused.
He crossed his legs while resting on the sofa of the carriage, with a frown on his face as he bit his nails.
Jed was the one clearly in a bad mood.
The beginning was simple.. He had told one of his long-time followers to tell him if Carmella appeared on the Avenue of Arts, and he went out today after receiving a call saying that she was there.
The more he knew about his enemy, the better… at least he thought so.
But unfortunately, what he saw that day left him astonished and dismayed.
'His Majesty...!'.
He could not believe what his eyes saw, as he always dealt with matters realistically and calmly.
'No. This is not possible.. It is impossible for His Majesty the Crown Prince to eat something from the street, or to walk with that woman with such a happy face.’.
However, even if he blinked and looked again, even if he looked closely, the Crown Prince was still with her.
It was not usual for the Crown Prince to be seen walking with a woman, let alone embracing her intimately while he was fascinated by her.
Worse still, he seems to notice when she looks at him intently, and even when she turns around, he seems to feel her gaze.
He tried to deny reality as he returned to his palace with his mouth open foolishly and foolishly.
'No... Perhaps he is doing this out of responsibility and due to the circumstances that necessitate it... Perhaps his motive was his concern for Bernard.'.
He tried to convince himself that what he saw might have been a mistake, but it did not work.
“What nonsense…this can’t be possible…looking at her with love and eating street food, what he saw couldn’t be fake…it really is His Majesty…your Majesty’.
‘The street food he hates so much...eat it!!’.
He was even smiling... They were eating street food and smiling!.
He pulled his hair hard.
He had no idea how this was going, but he was sure something was up.
The prince never showed interest in women.
This was the first time he cared for a woman, and it was the first time he overcame his intractable condition, which was bothering him so much.
His condition was so difficult that his disease (contact phobia) was not treated even after he went to the battlefield.
Is that all there is to it? Or does it get worse?.
An ominous and terrifying fear ran up his spine.
'Impossible...'.
“That woman will become my master’s companion? What is this nonsense?.
“Ah!”
Because of this, he did not notice his companion looking at him strangely, as if he had become an idiot.
I had no idea how Carmella and Max met.
Moreover, his relationship with Carmella was already ruined to the point of destruction.
groan.
“Damn, how did this disaster happen...”
The knight rubbed his head while thinking with confusion and dissatisfaction.
The knight's trained hands were so burning that he quickly frowned and held his head in pain: “After all, it can't be a dream...”
He quickly gave up and started shaking his head.
When he could not come up with an answer on his own, he turned his head to the knight.
Jed asked in an angry tone: “Lim, what gifts do women like?”
The servant, who was thinking that his master was acting strangely like a mad bastard, answered with pity.
“Is this why you're acting like a crazy person? If you're really crazy, just tear up our contract and go away.”
Jade snorted at those words.
“You will be the first to come after me if I really go crazy, so I can't end a contract with you... so don't dream and serve me well.”
The servant answered frankly to these words as he drove the carriage again: “Thank you for crushing my dream… I hope you will quickly look for someone to replace me.”
It was a shockingly rude thing for a servant to say to his master, but Jed carelessly rubbed his ears and said, “Thank you for your kind words. Thanks to you, I will live a long time... What do women like most? Answer me Lim! Lim?”
But the attendant simply ignored him.
Jed grabbed him by the back of the head again: “Ah... I can’t believe the day has come when I try to impress her... I can’t believe it.”
The creaking of pens pervaded the room and the rustling of paper echoed regularly in the room.
Soft voices pleasantly pleasing to the ears: “Note the importance of looking carefully at the notebook, especially with regard to the part of wages and material costs, that the notebook does not lie and contains information that may be of great importance.. Carmela?”
I was surprised and replied, “Yes, Dad… I’m listening carefully.”
At those words, my father narrowed his eyes: “Don’t lie... I saw your eyes were closed. What do you mean, I understand? Wipe the saliva from your mouth.”
While I was gasping and wiping my mouth in surprise, my father said triumphantly: “You deserve it... As expected, you fell asleep... The wiping saliva story was a lie.”
I stopped wiping my mouth and complained with a frown: “Dad!”
“No one can lie to me,” my father said proudly. “Do you think I’ve been catching liars for a year or two? I’ve been catching them all my life.”
I stopped sighing and said, “Well... I was wrong. But, Father, isn’t what you are teaching me now very difficult when I am still just beginning?”
She looked with tired eyes at the old notebooks that probably dated back several years.
“It is impossible to study the current books of the family, starting from the smallest book of trade to the largest….”
At those words, my father made a strange expression.
“The notebook used in the Imperial Palace is a hundred times more complicated than this ordinary notebook. It’s not that difficult, and of course I’ve been studying it for a long time, and this notebook is much simpler than it, so why can’t you study it?”
I was left speechless by his completely strange question: “No... I'm wrong. It seems it's not that difficult... I'll focus on studying it... Can I take some of this notebook with me later and study it separately?”
My father smiled at these words: “Of course... I will ask a servant to carry him to your room.”
I thought for a moment about the amount of documents in my arms and looked at the things scattered around me with disgust.
How long will my parents consider me a miracle?.
'Dad, I am a very ordinary daughter... I cannot study all of this. Please come back to reality...'.
“I’ll take care of it, so you don’t have to worry too much,” I muttered, avoiding my father’s bright eyes.
But my father was excited: “No… I don’t think it will be a bother to K. It’s a pity that I didn’t study you in advance, but since you won’t get married, I have plenty of time to teach you… I would rather have you live with you for the rest of your life… than have that bastard take away Bernard...”
My father spoke with a trembling mouth, as if he was remembering that incident again.
“He deserved to be killed a thousand times over, but I'm glad he revealed his true intentions from the beginning, otherwise you would have gone to him and married him and ended up miserable. How would your father have known then?”
My heart sank at the sudden words.
He answered the words I really wanted to ask, but never could.
“It is not permissible for a girl who got married and took all this dowry to cause problems for the family...”
At those words, my father took off his glasses and grabbed my shoulder.
He looked at my face kindly and spoke clearly and distinctly, as if asking me to remember: “But no matter where you are, you are my daughter... If I commit the crime of rebellion, will you abandon me? The same goes for you Carmilla... I will never abandon you.”
At the same time, my father affectionately stroked my head and put his glasses back on.
“This incident made me realize that I was very strict with you. But we love you. The formalities of your marriage and leaving the family are not important... This house is not more important than you... I knew it when I cried and despaired, when I offered to help at Bernard’s wedding, with dark eyes. I realized that I should have been kinder to you and expressed my feelings more... I only realized that after I hurt you like that.”
My father looked aimlessly at the documents, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes as if he was tired, and spoke with his head down.
“If I lost you because of that son of a bitch, I would go crazy...your mother too. When I thought about it, there was no way I would send you to someone else’s house to be at his mercy. Once you get married, you become at your husband’s will, and if we interfere in your affairs, you become hated by his family.”
Suddenly, my father's gray hair caught my attention.
Did my father's hair suddenly increase in gray hair because he was getting older or because he was very busy with me?.
My eyes became red and I cried: “Dad… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I didn’t know you were thinking like this.”
My father turned his face and said.
My father's eyes and ears were red from crying and his voice trembled because the thought of it was so heartbreaking for him.
This was the first time I had seen my father, who was very quiet, shake like that.
“Takri. You should learn a lot from me while I am alive, and become someone in this family that cannot be ignored... Well... And you should also meet Sid, who I am training to be the next heir.”
I was briefly taken aback by those words.
“Oh, it seems like you've been trying to hide Master from me... Are you finally going to introduce me to him properly?”
At those words, my father showed a troubled expression: “It was a good thing that I brainwashed the Armin family again and again to say: ‘Everything belongs to Carmilla and you are just borrowing it, and even after my death, whenever the eldest lady wants something, you must do everything in your power to help and protect her.’.”
“You became something strange to them...that's why I was reluctant to let you meet him.”
I stopped for a moment to understand and opened my mouth: “Dad, what did you do to him?” He was so cute when I saw him when he was little!”
I still remember... When my father brought the children of his distant relatives to me and told me to choose a child from among them, I chose a boy whose brown hair was like yellow straw, and his light blue eyes had a little pigment in them, so I thought he looked like a beggar prince.
I think now even though my thoughts were bullying.
However, when I chose that child, his big blue eyes were so beautiful - I smiled selflessly at him.
And just when I thought we could be friends, he suddenly disappeared.
Although it was her father's fault that even the next head of the family thinks he is not a real member of the family because of him.
At these words, my father said in a complaining tone: “Even if I train him a thousand times, it is not enough. “I can’t trust humans at all…except you and my wife.”
She laughed: “Oh, Dad... I didn’t know that my father was a very kind and sensitive person and had a lot of fears.”
“However, in his case, the education was very successful and yet don’t approach him unless you want to run the family with him in the future, you should meet him… when he goes abroad and you can take charge of the family business and manage it.”
I thought about it for a while, then asked my father: “What if I change my mind and get married?”
My father answered firmly, as if he had already thought about it: “It doesn’t matter if I get married… I just need to bring my brother-in-law this time to live with me.”
At that moment, for some reason, Max came to my mind even though I was crying because of my father.
Is he really worthy of becoming my husband?.
I was also very pathetic, but that was what bothered me the most, so I cautiously opened my mouth: “What if I have to go to his house because he can’t stay at our house like your brother-in-law….?.
At these words, my father became angry, hit the desk hard, and said: “Nonsense!” I would definitely disagree with that. If you're talking about that guy Bernard, I'll challenge him to a duel, give him a few punches and blows, and knock him out!"
His words seemed comical because my father's soft, white arms had no muscles, and he was holding a pen in them, which he revealed when he unbuttoned his cufflinks due to their tightness.
'Oh my god daddy....'.
My father finally calmed down, closed his mouth, and could barely speak: "I will never give you to another family again. Now I know how serious it is. It's not just you who will get hurt... It seems ridiculous to entrust your life and happiness to another family other than mine."
My father's voice was muffled and pained.
His voice came out as if he had endured many nights of pain and torment.
So I looked at my father, and looked at the gray hair on his head, and agreed: “I will stay in this house as you want, father, with you and my mother.”
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