Chapter 106: A Chat with Prince Alan
Chapter 106: A Chat with Prince Alan
And so, I was currently on my way to Prince Alan’s room. Last night, Linda had come for night duty and thoroughly drained me, so my hips felt light. She even took care of me in the morning, so at this point only dust would come out. If I’m releasing this much since I was a child, won’t my "end" come pretty early? I’ve heard that men have a fixed number of shots in their lifetime, and when the final white ball with "The End" written on it comes out, that’s it. But with ED drugs available in Japan, the total number of times should have increased. I wonder if I’ll ever see that white ball?While thinking about such pointless things, I arrived at Prince Alan’s room.
Cantoner opened the door for me.
"Please come in."
Inside were a man I assumed was Prince Alan and, beside him, a beautiful woman who was slightly older. Could this be the Queen? When I looked, the words "Queen Elizabeth, 44 years old" appeared, confirming it.
"Thank you for inviting me today. Queen Elizabeth, Prince Alan."
I greeted them politely. Both of them looked slightly surprised. Hmm... This must be the reaction to how different I am from the image of the 11th Prince — the idiot who knows nothing about common sense.
Since no one said anything, I remained standing at the entrance. Finally noticing, the Queen said,
"Welcome, Lord Robin. Please, have a seat over here."
Queen Elizabeth was 44, yet she wore a dress with a deeply plunging neckline. Her ample, soft-looking breasts seemed ready to spill out. Even if they did, I wouldn’t particularly want to see that. Her face was perfectly covered in makeup, but her skin... couldn’t hide her age. There were spots, loss of firmness, and wrinkles. Unlike Lily, she looked her age. Well, she’s someone else’s wife, so it doesn’t matter to me. However, the Queen’s aura was overwhelming — dazzling and radiant. It wasn’t just the white makeup; there was something else.
I was guided to sit on the sofa opposite the two of them. I was inwardly amazed by the size of the room and the splendor of the furniture and decorations. Even someone like me with no eye for such things could tell these were extremely expensive, high-class items. Quite different from a certain 11th Prince.
Since I had nothing in particular to say just because I’d met them, I decided to wait for them to start the conversation.
But Prince Alan was surprisingly shy and didn’t say anything himself. Is this a strategy where he stays silent and waits for me to talk until I self-destruct? The Queen was just smiling, so I eventually gave in to the pressure of the silence and spoke first.
"May I ask what brings me here today?"
I looked back and forth between Prince Alan and the Queen.
"There wasn’t any particular business. I simply wanted to get to know you a little better, Lord Robin, so I invited you."
The Queen answered with a gentle smile. Prince Alan just kept smiling. Well, his face was smiling, but his eyes weren’t. They weren’t sharp eyes trying to evaluate me either — they just looked bored. It was the look of someone with no interest in me as a person, someone who was only sitting here to humor his mother. He probably didn’t lack interest in everything, but he clearly felt dragged out against his will.