“…That concludes my report.”
While I was getting dressed in the morning, Monica reported on the current situation surrounding me.
I have her investigate the Royal Palace and its surroundings regularly through the Chevalier family, especially because of Cardis and Wilfred, but…
“Well, isn’t that a little too obvious?”
“Indeed. I’d say it’s rather unsportsmanlike.”
The discussion with Cardis a week ago? I don’t know if you can even call it that, but it seems that the breakdown in our brotherly relationship became definitive at that time, and the criticism against me from the Cardis faction of nobles has been incredible.
Moreover, according to the report, Cardis himself and Wilfred seem to be inciting the nobles, which means they must resent me that much.
…Or maybe it’s a little different. Cardis can’t forgive being slighted as a result by an ‘Incompetent Rascal Prince’ like me.
From this, you can see how much he looked down on me.
As for Wilfred, I guess he also has the intention of solidifying his position as Cardis’ right-hand man, in addition to retaliating for what’s happened so far. Not that I care.
In any case, although I’m now completely at odds with those two, I’m going to abandon my position as a prince anyway, and at least fade out of the ‘Search for the World’s Greatest Fiancée’ in EnHaza, so it doesn’t bother me.
“In any case, as long as Young Lady remains Prince Harold’s fiancée, the Royal Family will not lay a hand on His Highness.”
Huh? Wait a minute?
Monica, didn’t you just say something amazing so casually?
“Um… in that case, if I were to dissolve my engagement with Sandra…”
“Naturally, the Royal Family would bare its fangs in a grand fashion. Whether they poison your meals, send assassins, or…”
“Stop it already.”
It seems that the only way for me to survive is to maintain my engagement with Sandra.
Of course, that’s what I want, but even though it’s my own fault, it’s a little sad.
“Please rest assured. There’s no escape for Prince Harold now. If you were to break off your engagement with Young Lady, even if there’s only one chance in ten thousand… no, such a future is impossible. Before you can declare the engagement cancellation, Young Lady will silence you so that you can’t do such a thing. Physically.”
“What’s with that, it’s scary.”
I didn’t want to know another side of my favorite fiancée.
That means she’s a Yandere, doesn’t it? I knew it, though.
“By the way, I report all of Prince Harold’s actions when Young Lady is not with him. What you ate, when you went to sleep, what kind of sleep talking you were doing.”
“I can’t get married anymore.”
I covered my face with both hands in embarrassment.
That means Monica is sneaking into my bedroom, right? That’s so embarrassing.
“Even now, Young Lady is probably taking home the trash that His Highness threw away and reminiscing about you while smelling it…”
“…Monica. Do you have any last words before you die?”
“Eeeeeek!”
Sandra, who had somehow entered the room, raised the corners of her mouth into a crescent-shaped grin, and even Monica, who is usually so nonchalant, screamed.
Huh? Why is she here? That’s so scary.
“Lord Hal, please don’t take Monica’s words at face value. I wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“Young Lady, it hurts, it hurts!”
Sandra, who quickly pinned Monica down and rubbed her temples, pleaded with a dignified expression.
Well, she’s very beautiful, but the gap between her posture and the content of her conversation is amazing.
“Um… so, you’re saying you’re not taking my trash home, right?”
“Of course…”
“Huh? The other day, Sandra asked me if she could have the trash Hal threw away, so I gave her a lot?”
Yes, that’s a lie.
Sandra, what are you doing with my trash? Don’t look away, please answer me properly.
“Sandra.”
“B-but I can’t help it! Once I return to the mansion, I have to endure until the next morning! If that’s the case, then it’s only natural that I’m allowed to do that much!”
“Caz. Next time you’re asked to do something like that, can you tell me right away? Oh, and when Monica disposes of the trash too.”
“O-okay…”
Caz replied, ignoring Sandra’s resentful gaze.
Anyway, I’ll make sure to manage my trash carefully from now on. I can’t trust either Sandra or Monica.
Haa… I’m so tired from the morning.
After getting dressed, I sighed and took Sandra’s hand, who was looking down with an awkward expression, and headed to the dining room for breakfast.
On the way there.
“Well, well, Prince Harold, good morning.”
Marion, who seemed to be in a good mood, appeared and curtsied gracefully.
Moreover, she was wearing a dress like a noble lady, not her usual maid uniform.
…Come to think of it, she was also a Countess’ daughter. I forgot.
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