Please Don’t Remember Me - Chapter 0

“I’m being looked down, aren’t I?”

His platinum blonde hair arched lazily, his dark eyes drooping. The prince, dressed in his typical white attire, murmured as he looked out of the window of the royal castle at the streets of Bajona below.

“They are totally lying to us, aren’t they?”

The knight, Julio Asti, stood against the door of the luxurious room, looking for an answer in vain.
Auguste, the second prince of the Kingdom of Corafran, was completely tamed by the neighboring small country of Bajona. It was hard to deny that he was displeased.

“I wonder if the story would have been different if the crown prince’s brother had come instead of you.”

Auguste let out a dry laugh.

“No, I think the result would have been the same regardless of who is here.”

“You admit you are being played?”

Auguste raised one side of his mouth. He has the worst personality among his many brothers, though he was a gorgeous prince. He understood that he was a spare for the prince and undertook the dark side of the royal family himself.

“Isn’t it strange? I came to see my sister who got married in this country, but she wouldn’t see me.”

“It’s weird.”

“That’s a quick answer,”

“It’s weird.”

“She has a cold. Her husband said she has a cold and he didn’t want me to go see her. I’m her brother! I’m a Prince!”

Auguste was visiting the country of Bajona to inspect the reconstruction of the bridge over the great river that runs along the border. He had also arranged to meet the third princess, Clara, who had married the Duke of Bajona a year earlier. However, the day of his visit arrived without a favourable reply from Bajona.

“The Duchess is away on holiday.”

“Then tell me where she’s going so I can come and see her.”

“She’s back from her trip, but she’s not feeling well.”

“Then I’ll go and visit her.”

“You can’t see her because she’s ill and it’s contagious.”

“If it’s that serious, I’d rather go and see her.”

“I checked and it’s just a cold. She doesn’t want to see you because she’s tired.”

Generally speaking, it was such a futile conversation.

“There’s something he’s not telling us.”

“I think so, too.”

“Do they think they can cover it up with such a lame lie?”

“…… perhaps.”

There was a set of tea utensils on the table, but Auguste never ate or drank anything without checking the poison.
He folded his long legs and flopped down on the sofa, resting his chin on his knees.

“You’ve brought some people with you. Let me go check. Find out where Clara is.”

“What? You’re not to leave me. Get someone else to check.”

“……”

“If I find her, I’ll go and see her myself without their permission.”

“You do that sort of thing….”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I love you for being so obvious. Find her soon.”

Auguste waved his hand. As if he understood, Julio put his hand on his chest, nodded, and left the room without a sound.

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