Chapter 130: The Queen Wants One More Time
Chapter 130: The Queen Wants One More Time
"Finally, I have one last request. You have no choice but to say yes. Is that all right?"Prime Minister Richelieu asked with a slightly gentler face.
"You can’t just say yes without hearing the details, right? But don’t you think there’s a saying that favors don’t pay for trouble?"
This is bad. That phrase isn’t something a child would know. Besides, I don’t know if that kind of saying even exists in this world.
"No, this is something only Prince Robin can do, and I’m truly sorry, but I have no choice but to ask you to help."
Asking me to help? There’s only one thing I can imagine.
"Is it possible that the Queen is involved?"
Prime Minister Richelieu’s face lit up with a wide smile and he gave a firm nod.
"You understand! That’s right! The Queen has fallen so deeply in love with the food in the commoner district that she wants to go again. Since she’s been staying in the palace all this time, she was overjoyed that you took her out there. She said she wanted to go one more time before you leave for the Kingdom of Mainz, and I couldn’t refuse her no matter what... This is her final request! This is the very last time!"
"I don’t think so~"
"You’re making a huge mistake by troubling Prince Robin alone, but I beg you to hear Her Majesty’s request!"
Prime Minister Richelieu’s entire body was radiating desperation.
"Seriously!?"
I thought I couldn’t refuse, but... couldn’t someone else do it? Like Cantoner or Relf?
"I understand. I know how heavy the mental burden is on Prince Robin, but there is no one else who can do this. Please, I beg you."
Prime Minister Richelieu bowed deeply. Following him, the aides also said in unison,
"Please, we beg you."
Why is this happening when they said it was the last time?! My heart screamed. Did my scream reach them?
"If you really don’t want to, then you’ll have to speak to the Queen directly. I’ll arrange for you to meet her as soon as possible."
"Eh—!?"
No way! That would be even worse.
Just then, someone brought a cup of tea that wasn’t even cold. A capable young aide had prepared it.
But the cup was strangely colored. The rim of the white cup was stained a deep red. It looked odd. The color wasn’t the same on my cup and Richelieu’s. Something’s wrong here. I should ask about it.
"Prime Minister Richelieu, the rim of that cup is stained red."
"Hm? It doesn’t look stained at all? Prince Robin, what are you talking about?"