Chapter 298: The Witch and The Ash-Covered Bride (8)
The heir to the Lumière Count family.
The young man called “Prince” by others—a title quite irreverent from the royal family’s perspective—they’d immediately behead him if he acted like this outside the territory, but they pretended not to notice since it was only within their territory—objectively had quite impressive specs.
A tall build, handsome face, and dignified voice.
He was skilled in dealing with people, a prodigy in academics, and while somewhat lacking in martial arts, he was interested in dance and theater, so his body wasn’t weak. After all, dance wasn’t a culture that weak people could easily enjoy.
However, this prince had one flaw: he placed a lot—no, quite a lot of importance on appearance.
Generally, noble marriages should consider political factors or family background rather than the individual appearance of the spouse, but for the prince, beauty was the absolute top priority.
When his father scolded him, asking if looks put food on the table, he proudly declared, “I’d rather be a hungry aesthete than a full-bellied pig!” — an expression that could be described as both idiotic and cool. Let’s skip over how some philosopher would have immediately wanted to bash his head in if they heard this.1
And now, this appearance-obsessed prince was feeling the bliss of his life.
Wow, she’s pretty. Really, incredibly pretty.
So much so that his language ability had somewhat decreased due to excessive happiness.
The woman’s skin was like white jade, her hair like silk, and her eyes and lips like jewels.
When their eyes met during the dance, she would smile gently, and seeing that made him feel as if a shiver was running down his spine.