Chapter 118: Back in the Room
Chapter 118: Back in the Room
Dragging my mentally exhausted self back to my room after the Queen’s words had worn me down even further, a maid was waiting with a sealed letter.The sender was the 3rd Prince, Maxim. I had no recollection of him, nor could I remember his face. I’m sure the old Robby before waking up had met him, and I probably saw him at the Crown Prince’s funeral, but there were too many people there. My lifelong inability to remember faces was showing itself again.
When I opened the letter, it simply and clearly said: "Please come to my room after breakfast tomorrow." This was obviously an invitation to join his faction.
Will this play out the same way as with Prince Alan? Will he ask me to take him to some shop I know, or offer to take me to his favorite place? I’m pretty sure the 3rd Prince isn’t the Queen’s son. Of course he’s not my mother’s child either. Even an idiot like me should know his own brothers... though there’s always a chance I don’t. In any case, I understand that my position is quite delicate.
The maid was looking at me with a face that said, "What should I reply?" Since refusing wouldn’t lead to anything good, I wrote "Understood" and handed it to her. Tomorrow, huh... They say good things should be done quickly, but putting off unpleasant things doesn’t help either, so I accepted to get it over with.
I thought about asking Cass about Prince Maxim, but he was nowhere to be seen. It felt wrong to bother him when he was already busy, so I decided I’d just have to wing it. Even if I got information beforehand, there wasn’t much I could do with it anyway. Since there was nothing to discuss at the accounting bureau either, I ended up not talking to anyone about it. The night passed, and the time came to visit Prince Maxim.
After finishing breakfast in my room, a maid informed me that Prince Maxim’s messenger had arrived. I was led to the rear palace entrance where a middle-aged man was waiting. He gave me a beautiful, refined bow. He gave off the impression of a highly capable butler. If someone like this serves you, the master must be quite accomplished.
I was led by the man to Prince Maxim’s room.
"Prince Robin has arrived."
As soon as my arrival was announced, a young man sitting deep in the room stood up straight and walked toward me with a smile.