Please Be A Traitor - Chapter 68.1

Please Be a Traitor

Vol. 14: If You Can’t Avoid Him, Make Him Asleep

Chapter 68

I smiled out of courtesy as I noticed his bright smile as if welcoming us a. Have you ever seen someone who you use to see once or twice a year this often?

It felt like I had seen him this entire year.

Considering the stories we’ve shared, have we not talked about our entire lives?

“I had the honor of meeting His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“Why are you waiting, Hyung-nim?”

Karpel, as usual, brought up the subject without greeting him.

“I shouldn’t make the lady wait any longer, especially since she’s not feeling well.”

“I appreciate your kindness, Your Highness.”

When I thanked him, the crown prince shook his head slightly.

“Just like Karpel, you are like a sister to me. And I’m concerned because your body is frail. You should take care of your own body in the same way that you take care of others. Have a pleasant journey and return as soon as possible. I’m not sure what my schedule will be, but I’ll stop by the villa whenever I have time.”

“I appreciate your words, Your Highness. You don’t need to be concerned. I was so excited about the spring event after my engagement ceremony and spent so much time with my friends that I couldn’t have a good time with His Highness Prince Karpel. I was sad about that that I’m going to a villa and will have a good time with His Highness this time.”

“Cough.”

Karpel cleared his throat as he stood next to me.

I know I was being impolite, but because of my age, what I did could be considered aegyo.

Instead, the prince and his attendants’ strange eyes pointed to Karpel.

Our party seemed to be looking at Karpel as well.

“So, in that case……”

They appeared to be thinking, “Kids these days, tsk tsk tsk.”

What does it matter?

I didn’t want the crown prince butting in.

The Crown Prince is a powerful man who, even if he appears out of nowhere, no one can say anything about.

That is why prior blocking was required.

I looked at the impatient guide of the movement magic circle.

Next to the Crown Prince, the guide stomped his foot.

Seeing him act like that while muttering something, it seemed that the Crown Prince was going quite far away.

“Then I’ll get started right away, Your Highness. I’m afraid that delaying it will interrupt your plans.”

“Lady as well. You have a long way to go, but you’re still thinking of me. And Karpel…… Stepping slowly will all be memories in the future, so don’t be too hasty…… You don’t have to.”

Karpel said bluntly, twitching the corners of her mouth.

“I’m not sure what you’re on about, Hyung-nim.”

I know, right.

What did he mean when he said don’t be too hasty?

Stepping slowly!?

You’re even engaged to Shabelle, a 13-year-old.

What a filthy pervert.

When the prince’s gaze met mine, he flinched, as I couldn’t control my own expression and looked disgusted.

He appeared to be making excuses, but the gate of the movement magic square had already opened, and we needed to move.

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I smelled warm, humid air as I took a few steps inside the rather cool and dry Imperial Magic Research Institute building.

Everyone in charge of the building was waiting in front of the magical square.

They all bowed at the same time as our party exited and the door closed.

“I see His Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness Prince Karpel, and the Ducal Princess of Krenberia.”

“Lead the way.”

“Yes, please come this way.’’

There were two carriages ready, one for the knight escorts and one for me and Karpel.

It would take half a day to get from here to the villa. And I’ll prepare the items I’ll need to bring to Elysium.

I stuffed a bag of maps and plant illustrations given to me by Salik into my carriage.

I could hear the sky croaking as I climbed into the carriage, holding Karpel’s hand.

Dappled dark clouds moved quickly across the sky.

“Does it look like a shower?”

“We’re heading in the right direction.”

I didn’t realize there was a villa on the side of the clouds until I heard Karpel.

Karpel had to be here for the first time, so I was curious how he knew that.

I heard a muffled noise outside while waiting for the carriage to leave.

Lord Izellan eventually knocked on the carriage door.

“I am reporting to you. The road is flooded, causing traffic delays. We’re trying to get on the dry road as soon as possible.”

“Alright.”

“Then we will depart.”

The carriage was luxurious, with a good cushion and stable magic, so it was similar to the train, but when it began to run wild, I felt like I was riding in a trolley.

I was afraid the carriage would flip over every time it faltered.

Maybe disco pang pang is more liable than this.

I was gripping the chair with all my strength to keep from falling off, but Karpel crossed his legs and looked at me leisurely.

It hurts my pride.

I went with the flow, leaving myself to the tremors of the carriage.

I was also a person with some sense of equilibrium.

When I thought I had regained my balance, I crossed my legs.

Of course, I couldn’t see it because my crossed legs were obscured by the overflowing dress, but I was content.

I was about to hand back my hair, but the carriage bounced and I almost poked my eyes on my own, so I gave up and folded my arms.

How’s it going? My sense of equilibrium is the same as that of the final boss.

I looked triumphantly at Karpel, and he looked back with a ‘so what’ expression.

At that moment, a loud sound was heard hitting the carriage’s roof. And the carriage’s speed slowed as well.

Karpel took his gaze away from me, as if he’d had enough of me. It was bad enough to be watched, but it didn’t feel good when he turned his gaze away because I was no longer interesting.

I shut my mouth and gazed out the window. The water had submerged all of the grass visible through the rain stems.

The grasses that grew unevenly and randomly reminded me of rice paddies.

It appeared that if we simply planted rice without watering it on a regular basis, it would grow quickly.

When I looked at the grass that had been dyed yellow and had grains attached to it, I realized it was real rice.

Given the abundance of rainfall in this area, wild rice grows well and is harvested to be made into wine.

Water droplets from the water’s surface were receding as I looked at the rice.

The rain had stopped, but the sound of it hitting the roof had not, so I reached out the window. It was dripping, but not that strong.

“What?”

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