I Bought the Villains With Money - CH 32.1

‘But wouldn’t it be too much?’

But I couldn’t take it back.

Janice worked on the scissors after I sat Cassion in front of the mirror.

Cassion stared at himself in the mirror with his lower lip tightly closed.

“Janice, come here and trim this part of His Highness’ hair.”

When I called Janice, Cassion clasped Janice’s hand.

“No.”

Janice looked at the stubborn Cassion in the mirror shaking his head, who looked at me.

“Not Janice. You cut it for me.”

“I’ve never given someone a haircut.”

“Still, you do it.”

Cassion took his courage and demanded that I cut his hair, of course I could not recklessly deny him.

“All right, don’t tell me later if I cut it weird, Your Highness.”

After I told him not to whine later, I started cutting Cassion’s soft hair. Black hair fell to the floor.

Cassion’s appearance shone just by cutting off the hair that covered his eyes.

He still didn’t look healthy as he was thin and pale, but there was this atmosphere that anyone rarely could find in an 11-year-old boy.

‘He’s going to make a lot of girls cry later.’

When the hair problem was solved, the rest was quickly solved.

Perhaps because Rupert’s medicine worked well, Cassion did not lose his standing and was very cooperative throughout the preparation.

“All right, Your Highness. Shall we go out now?”

When he was ready, I held out my hand.

Cassion took my hand. Whether it was him or mine, I could feel the slow pulse begin to beat faster.

The dinner was held at Astro Hall. The Third Prince’s Palace and Astro Hall were quite far away, so it took a long time to get there.

We weren’t in a hurry, though the dinner had already begun because I calculated that the more people there were, the more Julia would not be able to run wild.

And the later we appeared, the more likely we were to get attention.

Dyson’s birthday dinner was his first official event as a prince.

I wanted as many people as possible to focus on Cassion.

When I looked at Cassion and thought of the nobles and royals who would be surprised, I was excited.

But the excitement quickly disappeared.

“I’m sorry. You can’t go in, Lady. Only His Highness can.”

The guard stopped us. To be exact, me.

“Why not?”

When I asked, the guard repeatedly uttered the same answer like a doll that gave a set answer.

“If you don’t have an invitation, you can’t go in.”

To attend a Royal Prince’s birthday dinner, of course I needed an invitation since I wasn’t a royalty. I knew that, too.

But I couldn’t get an invitation for the name of Irenberg family.

‘I wouldn’t expect Count Corcos to go and get it from Julia himself either.’

In the past, my family would have invitations sent to our mansion.

But there have been subtle changes from the past.

I didn’t mind much. I didn’t think the invitation was a big deal.

Because I expected to be able to get in the dinner with Cassion.

‘Who’s going to stop me when I have a Royal Prince to guarantee my identity?’

But I was too complacent. The guard was a stubborn principled man.

‘If I knew this would happen, I would have prepared an invitation even if I had to steal it.’

“You must have an invitation.”

When the guard mentioned the invitation for the nth time, Cassion grabbed my skirt and pulled it as he stepped forward.

“Even if I guarantee her identity?”

In the royal palace, Cassion’s face was an invitation.

“That will not do.”

But the guard flatly denied him. Cassion clenched his fist.

‘Who does he think he is?’

It was when I tried to step up because I couldn’t stand the rude guard, Cassion said something unexpected.

“It’s an order. Open the door.”

Cassion ordered the guard in a dignified tone– small but determined voice.

“I’m sorry, but without an invitation…”

“I’ll take responsibility, so open the door. How dare you disobey my orders?”

The guard didn’t know what to do, so he just averted his eyes anxiously.

“Or do you think I’ll hurt His Majesty and my family?”

“No, Your Highness! How could I think of that!”

“If you don’t, why can’t the person I guarantee get in? I think the invitation to the dinner is needed to let in those with unidentified status.”

The guard was overwhelmed by the little Cassion.

He only gulped because Cassion only said the right things and he couldn’t say anything else.

“Did you decide that the person I guaranteed was dangerous? Doesn’t that mean you don’t trust me?”

“That’s not it….”

“You’re making me look like a villain”

“No, Your Highness!”

The guard desperately denied it.

When Cassion said, the guard was implying him to be the villain, who was trying to kill the King and annihilate the royal family.

The sin of sullen destruction of the royal family was too heavy to be easily said.

“So open it.”

Cassion did not back down. I could see the sweat on the back of his neck.