I Became The Servant Who Received The Crown Prince’s Obsession - Chapter 13

Clyde regretted his hesitation. It was strange that he couldn’t catch such a definite smell at the shooting range earlier.

 

The distance to the bed was too short. After a few steps, it was time to put her down.

 

The platinum lashes that set down quietly didn’t flutter at all. If she were awake, her acting was high quality. Her body was limp in his arm, and she seemed fast asleep.

 

‘You’ve been overworked all day, so you should sleep comfortably.’

 

He seemed getting drunk while secretly smelling Edith.

 

He tried to think of something useless in vain.

 

‘I’ll have to put her down….’

 

Bullying someone was something a child would do. He had already done quite a lot of similar things, so she even showed signs of hate. He had made many plans to be nice in the future, it would be difficult to be crooked again from now on.

 

Clyde crouched at the bed’s edge and got lost in his mind for a long time.

 

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There was a so-called ‘[tnote keyword=”morning chirp”]Implying that there is a beep beep scene and the next scene there is a bird chirping in the morning without any description of the ‘night activity’.[/tnote]’ scene.

 

It was impossible to describe the situation in which the two main characters have 19-rated beep– the action exploded and beep– full of flesh at night, so it was deleted entirely.

 

Unfortunately, editing [tnote keyword=”the time to build the Great Wall”]I couldn’t find whether the Great Wall have another meaning/slang or it was really intended to write the Great Wall. But if it really as it is, from the context I think ‘the time to build the Great Wall’ signifies the time the couple do the deeds. I’m sorry if I’m wrong.[/tnote] was inevitable due to regulation. She couldn’t help but just imagine the hot night alone and passed on to the novel.

 

However, the morning Edith experienced when she had just opened her eyes was slightly different.

 

A bird chirping could be heard over the window curtain, which her blurred eyes could see. It was the morning chirp.

 

Her whole body could feel the mattress’ softness, and the duvet’s soft texture embroidered with gold and silver thread showed that this was not Edith’s bedroom.

 

She had an inadvisable sleep habit, which was sleeping on her stomach. From the pillow filled with feathers, she looked around with only one eye.

 

She didn’t feel good.

 

Why did she feel like something happened last night when nothing should have happened?

 

There was a difference between the usual morning chirp and the morning she experienced here. The other couple skips a night of doing so many things, but Edith feels like she had something removed entirely despite having a good night’s sleep.

 

She was dressed properly. Even if she didn’t lift the blanket and check it, she could tell if she wriggled a little by just the touch.

 

‘Eventually, Clyde put me here.’

 

When she thought of the Crown Prince in her mind, she called him a bastard.

 

She moved slowly. Then tossed and turned her body, waking up from sleep.

 

‘He’s a pervert. I was forced to work hard and this is how–’

 

The moment she turned her face to the other side, the opponent she cursed inside appeared.

 

“Argh!”

 

She was caught off guard. The evil boss Clyde was right under her nose with his eyes wide open.

 

He lied when he said he would sleep separately. He’s like a swindler.

 

The disheveled dark hair floated on top of his head and several strands ran down his forehead. On the contrary, his ears and neckline were more radiant than usual, thanks to the back hair that was neatly cut.

 

If she liked the messy hairstyle like a beast more than the neatly combed hair, did it make her a pervert?

 

Clyde who lay down on one’s side facing her, blinked his eyes repeatedly.

 

“Did you have a good dream?”

 

She nodded for a moment because she had slept so soundly and didn’t even have a dream that felt like she had moved from her desk to the bed.

 

A long finger ran across Edith’s face. The familiar touch of his hand now pressed down between her eyebrows.

 

“Why don’t you straighten up your wrinkles here?”

 

Edith was in her prime and unlikely to have wrinkles, but Clyde had an odd personality and found a fault for no reason.

 

But it was true that she was frowning.

 

An unexpectedly fresh morning. With a medieval cinematic bedroom setting. A good morning greeting from a man with fantastic charm.

 

To express that sense, the overwhelming feeling of discomfort was a bit bigger than the excitement that tickled her throat. Edith’s face turned reddish and bluish when she understood the situation.

 

“I said I would go home. There’s no way you can keep someone up late like yesterday.”

 

No matter how nice a relaxed man looked, it was difficult to be deceived. His fingertips that stayed between her forehead and gently tickled her nose were also not to be missed.

 

Wake up, Edith. She wasn’t the main bottom Adrian, she also had no intention to change the original story and became the main character.

 

To make matters worse, Clyde had just woken up and his voice was slightly hoarse.

 

He was very sexy and that could kill her.

 

“I apologize for that. However, Edith can just put your mind down from the outset.”

 

What if Clyde kept asking her to put her heart down, and eventually she was persuaded by it?

 

“What do you mean to put it down?”

 

“Stay in the palace. It will reduce your work.”

 

It was pretty tempting. Who wouldn’t welcome less work to do?

 

Edith’s puffy cheek went in a little. Wait a minute. What would be different if she lived in the palace? She was busy thinking about the pros and cons.

 

“Are you asking me to become a court lady on the condition you will reduce my work?”

 

“That’s right. I’ll make sure to assign you a good room.”

 

That was a bit expected even if Clyde didn’t emphasize it. Those who served the Crown Prince directly were treated well.

 

“Hm…. Let me think about it.”

 

It was a choice between going home and sleeping comfortably or living in a good environment palace with a 24-hour standby condition.

 

Although he asked as a favor, the subordinate must obey without hesitation when a solemn order was given. Honestly, it wasn’t a matter of thinking and sleeping. However, the situation at Edith’s house was a mess these days, so it was a little difficult to live in the palace, leaving her father and the house.

 

Clyde seemed to think it was fun to mess around with her. His fingers tickled unbearably as they went up and down her nose.

 

Even if she turned her face, he followed her and poked at the tip of her nose.

 

“Would you mind putting your hand away?”

 

His long fingers fluttered gracefully in front of her eyes.

 

“I want to touch you a little more. The chewy texture is just like freshly baked bread.”

 

In his hands, Edith felt like a doll. If she just leave him this way, he might hug her and roll around like a doll in bed.

 

It was extremely burdensome and unaffordable. She grabbed his swaying hand and snapped it away.

 

She then let out words that she had swallowed several times.

 

“Why are you doing this to me, Your Highness?”

 

To be exact, she wanted to ask what kind of remorse he had to tease her like this?

 

The constant annoying behavior of touching could predict one mentality. She asked casually while she was at it.

 

“Do you like me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“…?”

 

“I said I do.”

 

Edith couldn’t close her open mouth and mumble like a fish for a while.

 

She couldn’t believe he answered a question she asked in a fit of anger. No way.

 

She would be an idiot if she didn’t notice any signs at all, but she felt more of his playfulness than liking her as an opposite gender.

 

Besides, what was wrong with his behavior patterns when he was a grown-up adult Crown Prince. Was he an elementary school student? She couldn’t believe he was expressing his love with a pile of documents filling the wall.

 

There was not just a few confusing situations. Clyde ordered the job seriously and was very persuasive when expressing his intention. She was genuinely annoyed when he asked her to report late at night, but she couldn’t have imagined what Clyde did was because he wanted her to sleep in his bed. It was too childish if that was the intention!

 

Clyde smiled as if nothing had happened.

 

“I get a little hurt if you hate it outright.”

 

He stretched his thick lips in a sexy way with a face that clearly didn’t even have a tiny blemish.

 

His luscious, shiny lips and the moist tongue peeking through them were proofs that the original story was 19-rated.

 

No matter what anyone said, he was an overwhelming man in terms of visuals, so Edith just couldn’t push it.

 

“Your Highness is Alpha. A dominant Alpha at that.”

 

He blinked his eyes instead of nodding his head.

 

“Isn’t it more comfortable with Omega? They say they find them much more attractive.”

 

“That’s true. The power of pheromones cannot be ignored.”

 

It was an instinct for Alphas to prefer Omega. Rather than unscented Beta, Omega was born with pheromones that naturally attract Alpha and arouse overwhelming fascination.

 

In addition, Edith tried to steer a little with the original story.

 

“Besides, you rarely have women around you. I thought you preferred men among Omega.”

 

Clyde paused for a moment.

 

“Come to think of it, I happen to have a lot of men serving me closely. All servants have similar gender ratios.”

 

“As expected, men are better…?”

 

It was a leading question that drove him to BL. Clyde stared at her intently as if he had never thought of it that way.

 

“I suppose it’s right in the current situation.”

 

Edith sang joy in her heart. It felt like the story was moving forward. If Clyde admits his inclinations, her plans to make him meet Adrian will work out as well.

 

But what? He said he liked her, and now he said he liked Omega? He just said this and then said another.

 

While glancing at her, Clyde drew his hand closer to her hand and gently slipped it.

 

The feeling of crossing each other’s palms was strange.

 

“I don’t mean to play with people’s hearts, but… there are many kinds of liking.”

 

“….”

 

“Relax, Edith. I’m not going to ask you to become the Crown Princess at this moment, not yet. That’s not how we like it, is it?”

 

As Clyde said, she had to manage her facial expression so that she didn’t show too much relief.

 

To make a rough guess, she would simply be the kind of servant he liked. Was she a person he wanted to be with as a close aide?

 

She felt relieved. Clyde seemed didn’t want to cross the line either.

 

“Of course, I’m just a servant. Your Highness will soon welcome the Crown Princess, who will be a reliable supporter.”

 

Edith responded without hesitation.

 

But for some reason, she was strangely feeling frustrated inside. She found this situation was a little rougher rather than having feelings for him.

 

Never mind. Let’s not dwell on it.

 

After all, she didn’t like someone enough to change her life plan.

 

Edith got up and brushed her hair as he pulled the rope by his bedside and called for a servant.

 

However, she didn’t notice that she had overlooked the details of his more shocking remarks.

 

The condition of ‘not yet’ was applied and roughly passed.

 

It was just a brief expression, so she dropped it out of one ear. Edith didn’t give much thought to whether it was simply about general relationships between people or whether Clyde was hiding something special.

 

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She could get off work safely the next day after staying overnight.

 

Additional interior work was being done in the bedroom and special room, but it was unknown what would come in. It was also cluttered, so she returned home early.

 

Her father was at home after a long time. He was Duke Paddleton III and the Ketzmorris family’s lord.

 

She doubted why he had not gone to the gambling house for some reason. Were you running out of money for gambling? He had been in debt so much that he didn’t have much room for accommodation anymore.

 

The duke, who was rarely seen at home, was either drunk or hungover when she met him. This time, when she saw his temple being pressed, it looked like he had a bottle of wine.

 

She felt she didn’t want to talk to Duke Paddleton and wanted to cut ties altogether. However, while living in this world over the years, Edith followed the way this body owner’s soul did. She didn’t know when she would get out of this body and return to the real world, so she called him father as this body had initially done.

 

“It’s been a while, Father.”

 

“Ugh, Edith….”

 

Although his face was not shriveled, there was no hint of drunkenness.

 

Duke Paddleton was always guilty when he was sober. Faced with Edith, he clearly showed his timid personality and couldn’t properly make eye contact.

 

Even if he dug a tunnel and reflected on himself, leaving the house quickly and spending a few days in a gambling house was a problem.

 

“I had something to tell you. Could you spare me a moment?”

 

“Well, what is it? Is it… important?”

 

The Duke was restless even before she brought up the topic.