The sixth prince, who had been executed in the kingdom after being betrayed by the trusted saint, was reincarnated and, in order to seek revenge, became engaged once again to the neighboring kingdom’s “Guillotine Princess.” As a result, he was adored and lived happily.

Chapter 14 far from welcoming



“Gustave, Your Highness, I’ve come to escort you.”

The door was knocked, and as I welcomed the guest, it turned out to be Princess Abigail, dressed in a deep red gown that matched the color of her eyes.

“Um… Does it suit me?”

“Yes, it suits you very well!”

Oh no, I got lost in admiration and forgot to compliment her. I panicked, and my voice ended up sounding overly enthusiastic.

“Your Highness Gustave, it suits you quite well too.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Today’s attire had been prepared by the Straskreid Empire in advance, and like her dress, it featured shades of red.

“We match, don’t we?”

“Yes… Um…”

When I mentioned that we matched, Princess Abigail blushed and averted her gaze, looking a bit flustered.

Perhaps she had specifically requested that I wear red attire as well.

“Well then, shall we?”

“Yes…”

I took Princess Abigail’s hand, and we left the room, heading to the venue.

On our way there, she asked, “By the way, what kind of conversation did you have with Bridget?”

She peered into my face, and while her expression remained the same, her crimson eyes revealed a hint of anxiety.

“It wasn’t anything significant. I just said, ‘Please take care of Princess Abigail,’ and that was about it.”

“I see…”

Princess Abigail seemed relieved, but she held my hand a little tighter.

She probably knew that Bridget’s words weren’t her true feelings, which was why she felt uneasy.

Therefore…

“As your fiancé and soon-to-be husband, I also want to support Princess Abigail.”

“Oh…”

This was my true intention, not influenced by Bridget’s words. Of course, there was the aspect of not wanting anything to happen to her as it would hinder my revenge, but there was more to it than that.

Because… I wanted to know what came after those words from that day…

“G-Gustave, um…”

Princess Abigail tried to say something, but just as we arrived at the entrance to the venue, the doors were opened by the knights on either side, interrupting her.

“Everyone! Let us bless the future of these two young individuals!”

“Long live Princess Abigail! Long live Prince Gustave!”

“Glory to the Straskreid Empire!”

Led by King Edward’s voice, the attendees filled the hall with their voices, offering insincere praises with fake smiles.

I had no expectations from the start, so it didn’t bother me even if their gazes were scornful, aimed at Valrois, or more specifically, the illegitimate son, the Sixth Prince.

However…

“Well then, enjoy yourselves, everyone.”

With his attendants in tow, King Edward left the venue early.

I wished he had at least blessed Princess Abigail…

“Gustave, Your Highness, here.”

Princess Abigail handed me a glass filled with grapefruit water.

“Thank you.”

“Shall we conclude this party early?”

“Huh? A-Are you sure?”

I hadn’t expected such a proposal, so I asked in surprise.

Could the main guests leave the party early?

“It’s no problem. Besides… Well, never mind.”

Princess Abigail looked at me briefly before shifting her gaze downward.

I see… To protect me from those unpleasant gazes of the people around her…

“Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want to do anything that might make Princess Abigail look bad.”

“But…”

“More importantly, please don’t concern yourself with me. Today is an exceptional gathering of nobles from the entire empire. It would be a waste to let such an opportunity slip by.”

Evidence of that could be seen in the warm gazes directed toward me, even from Valrois’ prince, thanks to the kind woman who had just left.

“If you’re okay with it, let’s stay together until Princess Abigail returns.”

“Yes… Your Highness Bridget will become my sister soon, after all.”

“Haha, that’s true.”

With a playful nod, Bridget brushed her hand against my cheek.

I didn’t mind, but the nobles around us took it as a good impression, as their warm gazes suggested.

Well, it was only natural to feel uncomfortable when the illegitimate Sixth Prince was referred to as her brother.

“Shall we then?”

With Bridget leading me, we left the venue.

Now… I wonder what kind of conversation she’ll have with me.

Smiling innocently, I lifted the corner of my mouth in response to Bridget’s actions.


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