Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 85: [] If that’s friendship, then I’ve never experienced it

Chapter 85: [Chapter 085] If that's friendship, then I've never experienced it

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The crown prince's shocked expression was quite a sight. When I challenged the law that he had wholeheartedly supported, he was speechless for a moment and turned his gaze to Roardnes, his eyes pleading for help. I followed the crown prince's gaze and looked at Roardnes, who seemed quite taken aback. I gave Roardnes a slight smile. Noticing the corner of my lips turning up, Roardnes sighed deeply enough for me to hear and nodded.

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"That's right, Your Highness."

It was a statement that empowered me. When even Roardnes, his last hope, sided with me, the crown prince seemed truly perplexed. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa for a long time before finally opening his mouth.

"I'll think about it, Countess."

"...Alright."

I knew my request was sudden. But since what I said wasn't wrong, it was natural for the crown prince to ponder deeply. It would be difficult for him to oppose it simply because I was a woman, considering that his grandmother, Duchess Winston, one of his most powerful supporters, was involved. Of course, I had considered this carefully before speaking, so I held my head up proudly.

"Even if you agree, there won't be much for the Countess to do immediately. If you don't want to have your future decided by marriage anymore, I completely understand..."

"No, I want to serve Your Highness closely."

"...!"

"I'm sure I can be of great help to Your Highness."

Bardenaldo's eyes shone with interest for a very brief moment before fading. He seemed to realize that it wasn't the place to show his interest.

"I'm certain there will be things you need my help with."

My words of strong conviction, spoken directly into his eyes, made the crown prince's eyes flicker once more. And exactly a week later, the 9th prince, Epero, who had been studying in Elacon, returned to Ronta without any prior notice.

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As soon as Gaspal received the newspaper, he rushed to the dining room. Blie was sitting there as usual, eating her meal as if she were the mistress of the house.

"Madame! Look at this!"

The news of the 9th Prince Epero's return was on the front page. Blie finished her meal without any particular reaction and rinsed her mouth.

"Madame, why aren't you saying anything?"

"What am I supposed to say?"

"I, about the task you gave me..."

"Butler."

Blie glared at him, interrupting his hasty words. Gaspal shut his mouth, watching her with one eyebrow raised.

"What did I order you to do that's causing such a commotion?"

Ah, this vixen is trying to pretend she doesn't know anything. Gaspal was overjoyed when Blie had told him a week ago that she would take him to the palace. It was a lifeline that had come down when he was feeling down because he couldn't contact the crown prince. But Blie's help wasn't out of pure kindness.

'Write a letter to Prince Epero.'

'Yes?'

'In the handwriting of Noevian Trovika. The emperor's birthday is just around the corner, so how can a son not contact him? Say that His Majesty misses him very much.'

'Madame!'

'You've already been abandoned by His Highness the Crown Prince. If he cared about you, wouldn't he have contacted you already, considering what happened to the Grand Duke? Even if he did contact you, at best he would send you to some unknown corner of the north to serve the Grand Duke. According to the rules, shouldn't you go to serve the Grand Duke?'

He had gone to the palace with Blie and confronted the attendant in charge of the crown prince's letters. The attendant, who had filtered out countless letters that he had sent, was startled when he saw him and quickly made excuses. He claimed that due to the Grand Duke's downfall, a flood of letters had arrived, and most personal letters had been filtered out. With sharp eyes, Gaspal realized he had been discarded. So, as Blie had ordered, he took advantage of a moment when the attendant had stepped away, put the letter he had written to Prince Epero in a crown prince's envelope, stamped it with the crown prince's seal, and placed it among the letters that were about to be sent by carrier pigeon. He still couldn't sleep when he thought about that day. He had been so worried about getting caught. Recalling the time when he had been so anxious, he felt resentful. But Blie, indifferent to his feelings, stood up and rang the bell. The maids who came to get her coat moved quickly.

"I'll be entering the palace today, so please take good care of the mansion, butler."

"Madame, don't just pretend you don't know..."

Gaspal tried to get closer, wanting his contribution to be recognized. That was when he heard it.

"Madame! His Highness the Second Prince has arrived."

Neil's loud voice came from the dining room. Startled, Blie blinked and smiled sweetly at Gaspal.

"...I see. I'll tell His Highness the Second Prince about your contribution..."

"Have a safe journey."

Gaspal felt his breath catch in his throat as soon as he heard that the Second Prince had arrived. He didn't want to be seen by him, nor did he want Blie to tell the prince about him.

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As soon as I left the irritating Gaspal behind, I found Roardnes waiting outside. Cloaked in black fur, he looked like a huge, beautiful black panther.

"Thank you for coming, Your Highness."

Without asking how he knew I would be there, I immediately expressed my gratitude. Neil must have shared my schedule with him. Roardnes stared down at me silently, as if waiting for me to say more. When I remained silent with a bright expression, his handsome brow furrowed.

"Is that all?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all."

No, there was. Staring at me silently for a long time, Roardnes opened the carriage door with a slightly angry gesture and held out his hand to me. As we traveled to the palace, Roardnes kept his eyes fixed on me. I couldn't take it anymore and shouted softly.

"What's wrong with you? If you have a complaint, just say it!"

"I have no complaints."

I raised an eyebrow, not believing him at all.

"...I just... missed you. Is that okay?"

I turned away to look out the window, speechless. Leaning on the small carriage table, Roardnes casually looked out the window, but his red eyes, occasionally illuminated by the sunlight, flickered with complex emotions. I had been cooped up in the grand duke's residence for the past few days, sorting out my thoughts and not contacting anyone.

"...Are you usually so cold to your friends?"

Still looking out the window, he muttered nonchalantly.

"Am I?"

"I didn't get a single letter from you, no matter how long I waited."

I didn't want to show that I was sulking, but his indifferent expression that seemed to want me to understand his feelings struck me.

'He's so cute.'

...Oh no, am I crazy? He's so much bigger than me, with sharp eyes, sculpted features, and a tendency to scowl and speak harshly to his subordinates. The fact that I found it incredibly cute that he was complaining about me being cold is insane.

'He wants me to say it again.'

I hesitated, considering whether I should say it again. I felt my scalp tingle. I thought I might burst out laughing. If Neil heard me say that I found Roardnes cute, he would probably pretend to vomit. But in my eyes, he looked that way. I wanted to run up to him right now, hug him tightly, and stroke his cheek.

I managed to control my expression and lowered the fan, putting on a prim and proper demeanor.

"No, I think I'm quite a caring friend, actually."

"...Where?"

He still wouldn't look at me.

"I had a friend I loved more than anything in the world."

Roardnes' eyebrows furrowed as if he was annoyed. He crossed his legs, folded his arms as if closing his heart, and tilted his chin slightly, as if daring me to continue.

"I wrote to that friend almost every day, like a diary. When I was sad, I would complain, and when I was happy, I would brag."

"Who was it?"

"I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I held hands with that friend for the first time in my life. And I even kissed them."

Roardnes' face hardened. Leaning on the armrest, he crossed his arms and twisted his legs, as if closing his heart. He tried to hide his trembling chin and tilted his chin slightly, as if daring me to continue.

"Isn't that quite caring for a friend? So please don't misunderstand me and think I'm a cold person."

"If that's what a friend is, then I've never had a friend."

Even though the carriage had stopped in front of the crown prince's palace, Roardnes continued to look at me with a defiant expression. I smiled softly and held out my hand to him.

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Roardnes followed closely behind me, standing there in a daze for a moment. When we arrived, the door to the audience chamber was already wide open. With my face flushed, I looked straight ahead, but when I saw the people inside the audience chamber, I was startled.

"You've arrived, Countess."

Beside the crown prince, whose face looked drained of energy, there were people I had never seen before. I recognized one of them immediately. The 9th Prince, Epero. The handsome young man, who bore a striking resemblance to the crown prince, Bardenaldo, with his fiery red hair and blue eyes, was undoubtedly a member of the Rontan royal family. The difference was that unlike the crown prince's gentle expression, he had fierce-looking eyes and messy hair. He was adorned with so many accessories that he hardly looked like royalty.

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