I Became The Servant Who Received The Crown Prince’s Obsession - Chapter 10

With only 25 episodes released, that day was mentioned only as an introduction in the original story. Which was the content she just read a while ago.

 

Clyde ran wild and Adrian stopped him on the verge of the worst disaster. It was full of clichés, but it was not too much in terms of the story and was convincing.

 

However, it was doubtful whether this place necessarily matched the original.

 

For example, in the original story, Adrian couldn’t have been interested in a female Beta. Obviously, it was a BL novel and the main bottom wasn’t an unfaithful character.

 

‘Is the invisible flow changing?’

 

She attempted to meet the two main characters earlier than in the original story but has yet to achieve any results.

 

‘It could’ve just been old feelings. Maybe I don’t have to take Adrian’s attitude too seriously.’

 

In retrospect, Adrian wouldn’t have been watching her quietly if he had loved her so much. He was still the lead role and had a good chance of getting involved with Clyde.

 

As I thought about something else for a long time, the servant who held the horse’s reins looked at her with a puzzled look.

 

“Why don’t you get off? Do you need a footrest?”

 

“Yes? Ah, no.”

 

Edith, who basically knew how to ride a horse, easily got off the horse alone.

 

In her head, where fear lingered, she imagined a future where Clyde would turn the entire empire into a sea of ​​blood. What would happen to her when that day comes? Would she be one of the targets?

 

Clyde, who showed his back, looked like an active soldier. Judging from his long and sleek body, he was clearly keen on his physical activities hobbies as she had been told.

 

He turned aside and found her. Under the bright sun, his raven hair gleamed. The deep curves made his dark shadowed eyes attractive. His high nose bridge was slanted arrogantly as if dissatisfied with something.

 

“You’re late.”

 

He checked his watch.

 

There was no way he would have waited. Edith was bummed for no reason and snapped back.

 

“I came to work on time. I stopped by the office and received my order.”

 

She was embarrassed to say Clyde’s special room, so she changed it into an office.

 

Edith’s fist clenched in her sleeve as she stood beside him. Was he being cheap about time? She doubted he would leave her alone even if she came on time.

 

Clyde exudes his wild charm with a matchlock on his side.

 

His body shape was well exposed because he was dressed more simply than in the palace. The broad shoulders were so wonderful that made her want to touch them.

 

He paused his shot and glanced at Edith.

 

The look in his eyes was unusual.

 

It was the same feeling as when she took a test or was appointed as a service attendant.

 

His gaze was drawn to her riding pants and knee-high boots. The sculptural jawline was faintly skewed.

 

“The clothes….”

 

What on earth was it he didn’t like?

 

“It’s the outfit I received.”

 

“Yeah, I chose it, but….”

 

Clyde chose it himself? Why on earth did he?

 

The riding outfit which she accepted lightly, suddenly felt burdensome.

 

Attire was also essential for servants who directly served the imperial family. The subordinate’s level was directly related to the lord’s dignity, so she must be a good-looking and well-dressed servant.

 

She simply thought she was getting a little support because she couldn’t afford clothes that would fit Clyde, but it was unexpected that he chose it himself.

 

Unexpected behavior that broke common sense continued. He suddenly took off his coat. The people beside him were baffled because they didn’t know what would happen.

 

He strode over to Edith.

 

He drew closer with his stature that tall enough to shadow her and raised his arm around her.

 

Clyde’s upper body, like a barrier, came into contact with her body without a chance for her to avoid him. Edith witnessed in real-time that the man’s throat was straining as if he endured thirst, without even blinking her eyes.

 

Unexpectedly, a men’s coat was wrapped around her shoulders that crouched like a startled rabbit.

 

“Wear it.”

 

The coat that was much bigger than her was almost like a blanket. Her body was covered and the length came down to her knees. Even though only her head was sticking out, she carefully opened the front.

 

“Why did you give me this–”

 

The clothing attendant was also waiting there, so that didn’t mean Edith should hold it.

 

Wearing only an ivory silk shirt, his chest curves were clearly revealed. Perhaps the static electricity from rubbing against his coat had caused the lace around his neck to rise slightly, and his front chest tightened.

 

The thick, muscular chest went up and down. The rock-like chest muscles and deep-cut chest bones that changed according to his breathing were clearly visible under the thin silk.

 

Big hands wrapped around Edith’s forearms like a noose.

 

Clyde’s warm breath tickled her forehead as he bowed his head slightly.

 

“You look too good in a riding suit.”

 

The sudden remarks made her dizzy.

 

What did that mean?

 

It was impossible to judge because her thoughts were scattered like flying sand.

 

The grip on her forearm grew stronger.

 

“I can’t leave you like this, so I’ll have to withdraw for today.”

 

The piercing gaze seemed to penetrate deep into her heart like an awl.

 

“What did I—did I make a mistake?”

 

She didn’t want the Crown Prince to change his schedule because of her.

 

His large, persistent hand climbed her shoulder and touched her hair. The wavy ends of her tied hair brushed lightly as if they were coincidental. Only Edith was unaware that her shiny platinum blonde was gleaming brightly in the sun and how lovely her green eyes were with green forest in the back. Her big eyes looked like a cat when she narrowed them down, and like a puppy when she was surprised.

 

“Well, if we go back now, Edith will be in trouble.”

 

There were only close aides at the shooting range, but everyone would wonder why she came back earlier if she returned to the palace.

 

In the intimate atmosphere, his lips were about to touch her forehead.

 

“Then shall we stay a little longer?”

 

“I will follow according to Your Highness’s wish….”

 

She couldn’t understand how such a man would become a tyrant, then annihilate all his loyal and deceitful vassals.

 

The current Clyde was a Crown Prince who performed his role quite well in public while enjoying physical training and shooting in private. Although he pushed his aides firmly, few people in the palace wanted to quit.

 

“Does Edith know how to shoot?”

 

He couldn’t bear to touch her slender chin and was careful with his fingertips.

 

“A gun? No.”

 

“Would you like to shoot?”

 

How far was this man would shock her? Edith’s way of thinking couldn’t keep up with him.

 

“I… I–”

 

“It’s not difficult. The servant will load it for you. All you have to do is look at the target and pull the trigger.”

 

He raised his chin and headed towards the shooter’s position where the guns were waiting.

 

After instructing the attendant to prepare another gun, he loaded his bullets and used a stick to load the gunpowder. Clyde was ready to shoot at a much faster speed than the shooting range attendant and looked at the target set on the other side of the lawn.

 

He didn’t urge Edith to follow him with any intentions of coercion. He shot one shot first and prepared the next shot.

 

The sound of firing was loud, but Edith honestly wanted to shoot. It looked fun.

 

Although her future in the original was only grimly intertwined with Clyde’s gun, she personally liked the new experience.

 

When she had an opportunity to learn horseback riding, she didn’t hesitate to accept it. The nobles here mainly used wagons, so they didn’t ride horses, but it was interesting to learn. This tendency overlapped between Edith before possession and her current self.

 

As she approached slowly, he opened his mouth with a smile.

 

“As expected of Edith.”

 

It was a reaction she couldn’t understand.

 

“What do you mean–?”

 

“Never mind. This is your first time shooting, right?”

 

Clyde turned around and reached out his hand, waiting for her to come closer.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Come here. I’ll teach you.”

 

Handing the gun prepared for Edith, he briefly explained how to shoot. It was a method of fixing the gun by inserting a Y-shaped rod into the ground and shooting while standing.

 

She didn’t think it would be difficult. She was nervous as if standing at the starting point of a sprint when she grabbed the shiny handle.

 

“Should I aim like this?”

 

She looked at the target through the gauge.

 

“That position is unstable. You can bounce back the moment you shoot.”

 

“Really?”

 

“I’ll give you a little support.”

 

Clyde removed the coat from her shoulder and held her elbow from behind.

 

The man’s warm body temperature directly reached her spine when he grasped her elbow.

 

His chest was pressed gently against her shoulder joint. The man’s chest, which seemed to be firm when she only looked at it, was actually like a stone when it came into contact. The muscles that were not overly large and well-developed moved delicately.

 

His hand grabbed the other elbow. Her back was almost completely hugged.

 

Was this his way to fix her shooting? Or did he not think much when he suggested it, but the situation became like this as she aimed at it?

 

She was in big trouble. She couldn’t push Clyde away.

 

Although there was a hint of caution in fear she might be embarrassed, her heart was engulfed.

 

It was good, however it was uncomfortable, but it was good….

 

This guy’s face was really her liking.

 

She fixed her thoughts. It was his face plus body to be precise.

 

“Look carefully ahead. Can you shoot?”

 

The whispering voice tickled her ear.

 

Ha, even his voice was artistic.

 

Her nape became stiff. Deep within the scalp where her hair was neatly tied, she could feel even the pores stand on the end.

 

It was hard to tell whether his lips touched his ears or not because his breath and words were entangled. She felt his pulse pounding in her red, hot ears.

 

“If you can’t do it, should we do it together?

 

When she got stuck, Clyde offered a different approach. She couldn’t say anything, but she couldn’t tell the truth about her fluctuating mental state.

 

“No, I can do it.”

 

She honestly wasn’t confident. Even though she looked away, all her attention was focused on Clyde. He hugged her to fix her arms posture, and his stone chest that pressed her shoulders was distracting.

 

The narrow contact was sensuous and burned her.

 

He didn’t hug her tightly, but the area that rubbed gently along his breath was particularly sensitive.

 

Moreover, it was gradually getting hotter. It was terribly hot. Heat rose all over their bodies who were in close contact.