Chapter 22
The Crown Prince of Archion, who had been furious then… that was him.
“……!”
When their eyes met, the Crown Prince faltered.
Had he recognized her? As the Crown Prince’s gaze turned her way, the High Priest said, as if for him to hear:
“She is Beakin’s trash. Covering her body… it seems even a slave knows shame.”
As he said this and turned his gaze away, a sneer rose to the High Priest’s lips.
At this non-introduction, not only the priests but even the knights of the imperial palace in black turned their eyes to her.
Delonas’s hands, clutching the cloth, tightened with force.
“It seems the Crown Prince is pleased. Prepare her to attend him.”
That’s when the High Priest spoke.
Wh-what did he say?
Delonas’s eyes widened.
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She had been served before, but there was no way she had ever served anyone.
Delonas’s eyes filled with confusion.
But no one would wait for her.
Priests rushed at her, tearing off her garment—which could hardly be called clothing—as if ripping it apart, and then threw something resembling a maid’s uniform over her.
It was literally ‘something resembling’ one.
While the plain pattern and decoration resembled a maid’s uniform, the side of the prominent bust and below was completely open.
The only thing covering it was a single ribbon tied around her waist like a decoration.
It was obvious that without even that ribbon, everything below and her chest would be completely exposed, so she couldn’t move properly.
And in front of her in such a state, the Crown Prince and the Pope were conversing.
“I understand the imperial family is devoting considerable effort to caring for the lives of the Empire’s people, which have become difficult since the war.”
At the Pope’s words, the Crown Prince rolled his eyes.
He had been feeling rather awkward for a while now.
And for good reason.
—Clink.
It wasn’t breaking, but a sound equivalent to it was coming from between the teacup and its saucer.
And the one pouring tea into that cup was Delonas, the former princess of Beakin, whose face he had seen across the table at the Continental Peace Conference just a few years ago.
The fact that she had come, supposedly to serve him, was absurd enough, but that outfit…
Even when he tried not to look, his gaze was inevitably drawn.
With every move she made, the full curve of her bust swayed precariously within the sheer fabric.
Because of her pronounced curves, the dress, barely tied at the waist with a ribbon, was slowly riding up, now only just covering her n*****s.
Whether she knew it or not, the princess was pouring all her focus into filling the teacup.
As the Crown Prince kept glancing at it, one of the priests spoke.
“We brought her to attend upon Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, but her training is still lacking. Please inform us if she makes any mistakes.”
He said this while bowing his head.
“We will educate her properly.”
“…I see.”
The Crown Prince replied with a slightly troubled expression.
He was not a man who was disinterested in women.
How could a man in the prime of his youth ignore a female form swaying right before his eyes?
But he was a man governed more by reason than that, and so he made an effort to avert his gaze.
And just as Delonas was feeling a slight sense of relief at that…
Disaster strikes when tension eases.
“Ah…!”
It was because, at the very moment she finished pouring the hot water and was about to return the teapot to its place, Delonas saw that half of her b****t had slipped out of the dress.
Startled, she instinctively raised her arms to her chest.
And in that instant.
“!”
A few drops of hot water splashed onto the Crown Prince’s clothes.
“I’m sor…ry…!”
Because Delonas also knew the Crown Prince’s face, the words of apology reflexively sprang forth, only for her to try to swallow them back.
The very act of receiving someone she had once faced as a princess in this state was, in itself, a humiliation to her.
“What is the matter?”
It was then that a priest approached.
Seeing the tea-stained clothes of the Crown Prince, his expression turned vicious.
“It seems those who were once the imperial family of Beakin cannot even control their own bodies properly. Our deepest apologies, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince.”
“It’s fine.”
Although the Crown Prince said this, the priests grabbed her two hands and twisted them behind her back brutally.
As her body twisted, the b****t she had tried to cover jutted out completely through the fabric.
The men’s gazes felt so piercing that Delonas’s face flushed crimson.
And the next moment.
“Take her away and educate her properly.”
One of the head priests said.
The priests dragged her out of the room with brutality.
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