Chapter 285
The dismay of Marianne at her sister’s touch the first day at the Palace, the words she uttered to his Lady in his presence and lastly... the hideous aura Paul never ceased to showcase when in front of him along with his beloved change of demeanour once he appeared before them during a wonderful dance... It was all told bluntly to Orland, whose animosity ceased solely to listen carefully to the words being said.
"A gaze like his is what true madness looks like. I bet you’ve seen enough of those. You fought on battlefields too before gaining your title... Your son’s madness is sickening even to myself."
"Your Highness." — The butler, interrupted their conversation, surprising both severe nobles. — "As much as you are a royal guest. I ask of you to mind the way you speak to my Lord."
Composed and polite, Thomas stood calmly at his Master’s side, flashing a severe glare to the Prince, for he could feel the pain Orland was experiencing at his words.
"Sympathy. I hope you can exercise such characteristics in your personality. An Emperor ought to have it, although controlled."
"... Hm..." — Holding the elder’s gaze, Zeleskiaz sighed heavily after also catching a glimpse of an appreciative smile from the hurt Duke who concealed it while looking down.
Frowning, thinking about that one the man before him had brought to this world, the Crown Prince then decided to reckon the elder’s words. — "The displeasure at the reminiscence made me heartless. I am to keep this advice in mind, experienced man."
"... Wise of you, Crown Prince."
Taking advantage of the silence, Zeleskiaz reached for the tea he had not touched, flinching surprised at the first sip.
"I heed every order from my Lord. Cold tea was served." — Unfazed, Thomas informed the young prince, noticing his surprise.