Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
34. Both

"Crown silk ... are you okay?"

Evandre scowled at his temple, "Pretty bad when the Crystal Lady approached me," he replied honestly. "Cornelius, I'd like to sneak in for a second."

"Where are you going?" Cornelius flinched, "A little later dinner. People will know you're gone when they see your seat empty in the dining room."

"Let's say I ate in the room" Evandre said casually and then grabbed the head covering that almost enveloped his entire body. "Let's go through the back door."

"Where did you go?" ask Cornelius again.

"The brothel" said Evandre briefly. "I want to find out if there's a woman whose face looks like the Crystal Lady there for tonight."

Unwittingly, Evandre puts a huge obsession on Marquis Thompsville's second daughter!

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After returning home from the palace, Luz did not immediately order his coachman to drive to the mansion. Now almost entering mid-autumn, beautiful maple leaves are jovially studded everywhere. Loss if you just watch the leaves fall from behind the window while enjoying a cup of tea, Luz prefers here, sitting outside while enjoying a tree that slowly throws its leaves strands by strands.

The garden seemed quiet, probably because the air was cold enough to bring up small steam each time Luz sighed. For a moment he tried to think clearly, seeing from Evandre's bad habits, was his decision to approach the man right?

If Evandre eventually becomes king, Luz doesn't think he will last long sitting on the throne. The competition is many, the enemy of a king must also be everywhere. If he only likes to drift, do not rule out the possibility of nobles who will move to overthrow his power because of boredom plus external incitement.

During this time the crown prince could live luxuriously because his fate was lucky because in surviving, he had no effort at all.

Long daydreaming, Luz finally realized and looked up. Sweeping his eyes out, Luz accidentally saw the Grand Duke in his coat busy doing something across the street.

"The crown prince is not like the Grand Duke," he muttered involuntarily.

Either because it felt noticed, before long the Grand Duke also turned his head right to the other side of the road. His topaz bead collided with the amethyst gaze that was now staring at him coupled with a shocked expression then looked away. Alastair gave a small smile, but no one noticed even the person beside him.

"According to your orders, the land owned by Viscount Joule here has been leased for the construction of a theater and art performance building project. In addition to adding many entrants, we can also preserve the peculiarities of Brighton so as not to lose with the typical of other regions," explained Louis Graham, a party working with the Grand Duke of Brighton. "Does the size of the land match what you want, Your Grace?"

The Grand Duke gave the job a quick finish, not requiring much permission from him but as he wished. For that he handed the project here round and round to Louis Graham, one of the people he trusted.

He nodded, "It's appropriate. One more week you can get the coolies to start working here. Make sure there are no obstacles or immediately report, understand?"

Louis Graham nodded, "Okay, Your Grace."

"You can go."

After that they completely left until leaving the Grand Duke and his guards alone. The man turned around, talking to his coachman. "I can go home by myself, so you can go home now."

Ungoverned for a second time, the coachman jerked the reins of his horse until it moved forward first, leaving the Grand Duke alone while watching Luz from afar. The woman again set her sights on the Grand Duke's passing chariot, staring fixedly at it until it disappeared around the corner of the road.

"Much trouble alive, eh?"

Luz almost squealed in shock if he did not quickly turn around. The Grand Duke appeared behind him.

"That's ... Your train isn't gone?" Luz pointed to the last place the Grand Duke carriage was seen.

"Yes, no problem. I want to walk, why?" Luz looked at Alastair suspiciously. The man added, "The footpath is healthier than sitting still in the train. You don't like walking, do you? It always looks sick."

"About!" Luz took a small blow. Instead of being sick, the punch even invited the laughter of the Grand Duke. "I'm always exercising, you know. Especially in the past, dad to build a private gym in the house to be healthy every day."

"A kind of sports place like that anyway," Luz replied lazily.

The Grand Duke decided to sit next to him. "But as I recall, Marquis Thompsville doesn't have a sports venue like the one you mentioned. He doesn't like sports."

"Oh yeah?"

"Pater's own habits don't know," snorted Alastair.

Luz coldly replied, "He's not my father."

"Biological father," replied Alastair again do not want to lose.

Luz was silent but deep in his heart, he was. That greedy guy really isn't my dad, he's Odyssey's dad!

This is how hard it is to live in someone else's body.

"Whatever you want." Luz stood up and got into his carriage.

The Grand Duke thought Luz was coming home but soon the woman came back out in a head-covering robe tied under the neck.

"Not coming home?"

"Later, there's still a lot to do." Luz saluted, "Then, Your Grace. I'm sorry."

"Near by night" said Alastair flatly.

"I know."

"Go with me." Alastair took off the fur coat he was wearing and handed it to Luz. "Is there another head covering?"

Luz blinked. Women don't have a problem wanting to go for a walk at any time, but it's in New York, not in Brighton. After all, rather than being alone, there are better friends, right.

"Attent." Luz welcomed the Grand Duke's coat and replaced it with a much simpler head covering. "It."

"Thank you." Alastair put it up and tied the rope under the neck with a haphazardly tied up origin. Seeing its shape, Luz could not bear it. He pulled the hand of the Grand Duke then they stood face to face.

"Don't tie it like that, making the person who sees it hurt their eyes" he grumbled as he grabbed the ropes and connected them one by one painfully.

From this close distance, Alastair could smell a foreign scent that made his heart flutter. Moreover, when Luz's palm accidentally touched his neck, there was a kind of invisible sting that Alastair could not explain.

"Crystal Lady, do I have to go home?"

Suddenly Luz pushed Alastair as if he had been hypnotized and then turned around, staring at the horror of the coachman who had been waiting to be ruled by him.

"Just go home. I'll go with the Grand Duke."

Inwardly, Alastair was annoyed half-deadly at the Odyssey's coachman. Why is he bothering at the wrong time, when they are both getting carried away. Why didn't he just leave before instead of watching other people's activities?

Bah, it feels like Alastair wants to strangle people!