Chapter 56: French Fries Are So Good
As Darius Moonlight, dating proposals aren’t frequent. There’s a clear reason for that: I wasted most of my time in brothels and scaring off noble women. Let’s just say you need a certain talent to tarnish your reputation so much, and luckily, I have plenty of talent for that kind of thing.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that this is the first time going out with someone, and my head is thinking what the hell to wear. Wait, first of all, where are we even going? No idea.
Normally, I just escape the palace on foot and wear whatever to wander around without a care. It seems everyone has these problems sooner or later.
What can you do? I sigh as I search for the most casual thing in my closet, but by my standards, from this world, my wardrobe is far from casual. The clothes are full of details, and some even have jewels on them, for goodness’ sake.
I’ll just grab whatever is least flashy and give my hair a light comb-through, just enough to be recognizable, so no one gets too close. A few dabs of random perfume from my desk and I’m ready.
It’s already late afternoon, and you can see the sun setting on the horizon, disappearing behind the clouds. It’s a beautiful view from the room, the whole city is coming to life as the sky darkens.
Thinking back, Moriah probably don’t have the habit of going out? She lived cooped up inside, working, and only went out when she needed alchemical materials to return to her studies. A kind of sad life, I doubt she even has any friends.
I left the room with the sound of my boots muffled by the thick carpet in the palace corridors. Two guards at the door tried to greet me with that robotic bow, but a brief wave was enough for them to understand that I wasn’t interested in formalities today.
I went down the stairs with an almost rehearsed tranquility. We’re not in a hurry for anything, I’m calmer than ever. To me, this is just another one of those normal little getaways I’ve always made. If someone asks, I just brush off, saying about enjoying a night off, after all, even problematic heirs deserve a break once in a while.
Moriah waited for me at the main entrance, leaning against one of the columns and fidgeting with the fingers of her four hands. She had a dark cloak thrown over the dress, her hair was still a little messy from the lab, and a bored look was plastered on her face.
That is, until she saw this handsome guy right here. It was an incredible transformation from finding everything boring to suddenly the world gaining an absurd amount of colors. Is that the effect of my presence? If so, wow, I’m flattered.
I hide my hands in my pockets, trying to keep my posture as straight as possible, but honestly, the sheer exhaustion in my bones wants to knock me down after two steps. Relaxing is the best right now.