After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me chapter 160

160 – Return of the Princess

Asteria shines pure white thanks to the exquisite moonlight.

“So. How long are you going to admire the main woman’s appearance?”

Did you watch too blankly?

It was as if a goddess had descended.

“… Please come in.”

“Thank you.”

The princess walked in with a seductive step and sat down with her legs crossed in front of her table.

“Haaah. My lady, it was so hard in the North. I missed you so much.”

“Has the duchy been stabilized?”

“Of course. What kind of person is she? She worked hard, staying up all night to see you as soon as possible.”

“That’s a very happy thing.”

I know better than anyone else that Asteria is the type of person who uses flirting instead of joking.

She was the one who made her confession from the first time we met.

In some ways, it is a confession machine worse than Pong Pong.

Of course, her appearance, body, and status were incomparable to his.

‘If you do something wrong, you will be eaten.’

I responded appropriately to her words and prepared tea and refreshments that were easy to drink.

Unlike when I was trembling with debt, I’m in a better situation now, right?

“Hmm. It’s a nice scent.”

Asteria closes her eyes and elegantly savors the scent of tea leaves.

When I see her like that, I am reminded of her status as a princess.

“Comfortable and soft. It’s a scent that goes well with late evenings. As expected, you have good sense.”

“It’s an honor. The princess also looks good at night. She’s as white as the moonlight.”

“Oh my. Flirting?”

I took a deep breath as I saw Asteria smiling like a nine-tailed fox.

‘… I can’t praise you enough.’

Actually, this is a question that has been asked to the princess once.

Asteria Estrid, the third princess of the empire.

She can change the color of her hair whenever she wants.

Brilliant blonde hair.

And pure white hair.

It is not just a magical disguise, but a power imprinted in her veins.

If it is proof that the noble blonde is born in the blood of Estrid, the founder of the Britannia Empire…

The pure white hair belongs to the witch whom the founder Estrid contracted with.

Because the two colors are usually mixed, the hair color of the emperor’s family is often faded blonde.

‘That’s why I tend to hit pure blondes better.’

The more golden the blonde, the more traditional it becomes.

But Asteria was different.

Born with both brilliant blonde hair and pure white hair.

You can even change the color freely.

That is the specialness she has hidden all this time.

Only her escorts, including me, know.

Her hair color was always bright blonde.

— Rattling

Asteria opened her mouth with the sound of a teacup hitting a plate.

“In your opinion, which color suits you better?”

I was taken aback by Asteria’s question.

This serious atmosphere right now.

The princess’s question is not simply a question about aesthetic sense.

The meaning behind that question is probably this.

Blonde, Estrid’s bloodline. Will he challenge for the throne fairly with his natural blood as an emperor and submit if he loses?

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Or will he become a tyrant with white hair and witch blood who doesn’t hesitate to rebel?

The question has been raised about which one to choose between them.

[The Princess of Rebellion]

A being with such a nickname.

“……”

I stared at her quietly.

Asteria’s white hair shines in the moonlight as if dispelling the surrounding darkness.

“The main girl, Ian, she wants you to have her favorite color.”

Even though I say that, there is no way my choice will have much of an impact on her decision-making. No matter what anyone says, Asteria is a proud being born with noble blood.

So this is a kind of test.

Her test to determine whether I can be with her or not.

At the same time, it may also be a suggestion.

My worries did not last long.

“I like white hair better.”

The bloodline of the imperial family is absolute and noble.

Even if it becomes the seed of rebellion, it is worth keeping by our side.

I need her just as she needs me.

Asteria smiled brightly.

“Really? Then, I’ll just walk around like this.”

“…Are you okay?”

Her white hair was originally a color used for camouflage.

“We have gathered the northern forces that belonged to the second prince. There is no longer any need to humble her true wife.”

Asteria’s eyes glowed passionately, as if an old wish had been fulfilled.

“The second prince’s birthday banquet will be held in three days. You will go to the imperial palace with me this time.”

Asteria makes decisions without asking other people’s schedules.

As expected, she is a princess.

Of course, I knew something like this would happen, so I left everything out of my schedule.

“I also have to give you the number I promised you. … Oh, and.”

“?”

“The Emperor wants to see you. I think he plans to praise Richard Geon for his achievements. Let’s at least prepare to make a mark on him.”

“…Yes?”

“It means that you must also have an audience with the Emperor.”

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Unexpectedly, there was one more companion on the way to the capital.

“I heard it from the princess.”

The office of the Laurent Upper Liechten branch.

Sylvia smiled brightly and continued her words.

“Don’t worry too much. I will take good care of you. The social flower of the Count Laurent family is Sylvia.”

Hohoho.

Sylvia covers her mouth and smiles elegantly like her daughter. It looks so believable that I can really trust it.

“… Still, it’s an audience with the emperor.”

This is an event for an audience with the emperor that came out of nowhere.

No, now that I think about it, it didn’t come out of nowhere. Because I was the one who killed Richard.

In any case, an audience with the emperor is not desirable.

This is because there is too much to lose compared to what is gained.

The emperor of an empire has absolute power.

Even if you were a Liechten cadet without a friend, in front of him, it would be like the life of Paris.

If you don’t like it even a little bit, it’s a joke.

Even if you make a mistake with your words, it’s okay.

Daenggang made a coughing sound.

You don’t know what will happen.

I can imagine all kinds of bad flags being stuck.

Will the reward be greater than the risk?

Probably not.

Having an audience with the emperor is itself an honor and reward.

‘I also want to become emperor and eat me.’

In fact, it is a problem even if you receive great compensation.

The compensation will definitely be for political reasons, and it could end up only creating unnecessary political enemies.

As I explained my thoughts, Sylvia nodded her head.

“That’s accurate.”

“… Then what should I do? Should I just say I’m sick? Isn’t there any cold medicine that they sell at the top?”

Silvia’s eyes narrowed.

“… It was very ugly just now.”

This is the first fact bombing in a while.

My heart ached.

But I am sincere to that extent.

“The princess will be busy, so I will coach her. Don’t worry.”

Well.

Silvia grew up in a prestigious count family (even a founding credit). The story goes that she knows things like the culture and etiquette of the ruling class better than anyone else.

If she gets her etiquette taught to her every now and then, she’ll be like, ‘That guy has no manners!’ She’ll do it just enough so she won’t get her neck broken.

“We don’t have much time, so let’s start now. The time is also good. First, let’s learn how to say hello like a gentleman.”

And after a while.

I regretted that decision.

“Bend a little more! Is that the best you can do, Ian? A little more gently!”

“Ack! Break your arm! Break your arm, Sylvia!”

“More! More! I can’t do it. Point your finger.”

Sylvia was a stricter teacher than she thought.

Sylvia’s wooden stick flies at her fingernails with just the right amount of force and force. I don’t even know why she has these things.

One thing is certain…

— Took!

It may not seem like a big deal, but it really hurts.

“… I’m sick, Sylvia.”

“It’s okay if a child who can’t even say hello properly gets sick. Once again.”

… For about an hour, I had an indirect experience of how Sylvia’s elegance was learned.

I was finally able to learn how to greet a male noble.

“Trevien. Very good. Good job.”

Only after the fingernail tips of all ten fingers turned red was I able to give a proper greeting.

“Are your hands okay?”

“No. It really hurts.”

This is Sylvia, who hit with such exquisite force that her fingernails did not break. Although her expression was calm.

“It’s a terrible death. I was hit harder and harder than this?”

“Does Sylvia have her steel fingernails?”

Wow.

She lightly tapped her forearm and squatted down in front of her drawers.

Then she goes through her drawers and brings out her medicine cabinet.

“Hold out your hand.”

Tub.

She felt like a puppy as she placed her hand on her palm.

Without even having time to react, Sylvia took the medicine and applied it to her fingers.

Cluck, cluck.

Sylvia gently brushed her fingers against mine until the somewhat sticky medicine soaked in.

— Phew

With warm breath blowing.

… This is giving a bottle and medicine.

She smiled brightly as she painstakingly applied the medicine to each of her fingers.

“That’s it. It doesn’t hurt anymore, right? This is a pretty effective ointment.”

“That’s right.”

I agreed with her words and took her coat.

Why?

She put her hand back on the wooden stick.

“I think I’ve learned all the etiquette to follow in the imperial palace through this. Thank you, Sylvia. I’m going to leave now. See you next time.”

— Ttogak

Sylvia skillfully blocks her door.

“What do you mean? There’s still a lot to learn.”

… Save me.