Queen of The Scalpel - Chapter 79
Elise shouted in surprise. She felt like she was going to get a heart attack.
“W-Who are you?”
She got up from the chair like she was running away. She had been so focused that she didn’t understand the situation.
He thought she looked adorable doing that. Her widened blue eyes really did look adorable. Enough for anyone to want to hug her.
“It’s been a while, sister-in-law. This is the first time we meet like this, right? I’m Mikhail de Romanoff. You being here is also fate, so I came to say hi.”
He was none other than the 3rd Prince Mikhail de Romanoff! The political enemy of the Crown Prince.
He bowed with a slightly exaggerated gesture and waited for the reaction of his sister-in-law. What would the face of his sister-in-law be when he saw her fiance’s political enemy? Would be surprised? Harden her expression? Or hide her thoughts and put on a kind expression? But her reaction was nothing of the sort. Her eye’s just widened. Like she met someone she didn’t expect.
“…?”
Mikhail had a strange expression on his face. Why was she making that face? He expected her to be surprised, but she didn’t seem just surprised. The emotions in her eyes were…shock, more than surprise, longing, and sadness.
‘Why?’ And it was when he wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. She called his name. In a trembling voice. And with a nickname he didn’t even expect at that.
“G-Goodness. Mil? Is it really you?”
“…?”
Mikhail’s eyes widened. Mil? How did she know that name? There was only one person in the entire world who called him that. No, even that person called him ‘His Highness’ now.
Elise made a face like she understood his confusion and bowed her head. And she spoke.
“I mean. Sorry. Greetings to the 3rd Prince. I am the daughter of the Clarence family, Elise de Clarence.”
But contrary to what she said. Drip. A teardrop fell down her cheek.
Mikhail was surprised at her tears. Wait, why? Why was she crying?
“Sister-in-law?”
“I apologize, Your Highness. Dust went in my eye and…! Please don’t worry about it.”
It was a forced smile that anyone would be able to tell was fake. It was a smile that saddened anyone who would see itm
“Greetings again. I’m Elise of the Clarence family.”
“…!”
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Elise scolded herself. How could she cry as soon as she saw him? And call him Mil on top of that? He would definitely think her strange.
There was nothing she could do. ‘Mil.’ Mikhail de Romanoff, the political enemy of the Crown Prince, was her only friend in her past life.
Although they shouldn’t be close, they were. And they weren’t just close, but were friends who shared each other’s minds. She remembered when she first met him. It was back when she wasn’t called a villainess, when she wasn’t twisted.
She had been crying in the back garden of her palace. It was probably because of the Crown Prince. The 3rd Prince, who had been passing by, saw her tears and approached her.
‘Hm, are you crying sister-in-law?’
He had a troubled expression. He seemed to be worrying about how to treat his political enemy’s pair. Then he sighed and spoke.
His teasing tone comforted her. She was extremely comforted by him. And after that, whenever he saw her, he grinned and said this.
‘It’s crybaby sister-in-law. Do you cry these days too?’
Naturally, the two became close. It was hard to imagine considering their political relationship, but he was the only person she was able to tell everything to. Because she met him here so unexpectedly, she couldn’t control her emotions.
“Why did you do that earlier, sister-in-law? Was it because I’m so good looking? Did you cry because you were so touched?”
When his surprise faded away, he asked jokingly. Elise didn’t have anything to say and just laughed.
‘He is good looking.’ If the Crown Prince was a typical cold handsome man, then Mikhail had another type of handsomeness to him.
She didn’t know if it was appropriate to describe a guy like this, but he was like a flower. A fancy flower. And a vibrant one at that. He had beautiful gold eyes and gold hair. At the same time, he had a sturdy body. It was fitting of the greatest womanizer in Londo.