The Author And Her Protagonist

A few moments ago…,

Eugene, realising he had fallen into someone’s trap, thought quickly to take precautions.

Without further ado, the crown prince summoned Simon using a method only they knew.

In general, Simon is a unique individual. He is not only a regular personal servant, but he also has a second identity as a shadow guard. The tall, sturdy man with neatly slicked back brown hair possessed a high level of fighting ability as well as several other special abilities.

Being able to sense where the master is, for example, if the master is physically injured.

Eugene quickly injures himself by biting his own hand with all his might.

As thick red liquid dripped down the prince’s throat, the smell of iron and a rancid taste filled his mouth.

Simon arrived like a gust of wind in front of the crown prince, as expected.

“Simon has arrived, my lord.”

The burly man knelt in front of him, obediently. His submission was unquestionable, and he truly prioritised Eugene in his life.

“You’re as trustworthy as ever, Simon.” Eugene never fails to compliment his subordinates, even when the situation is dire.

“I’m glad my lord thinks so. So, what can I do for you right now?” Simon maintained his modesty.

Eugene had bitten a deep wound with a lot of blood, but he ignored the pain that was starting to twitch. The man with the dark grey irises looked over at Cheryl, who was still rolling restlessly on the bed.

“The medicine’s effects are becoming stronger,” Eugene observed.

Besides, Eugene had a hazy idea of what would happen next. It wasn’t as simple as meeting her and himself in the room; someone would definitely come to “check” them out the next time.

“I was careless and walked right into someone’s trap. Now I have to get out of here quickly if I don’t want to be seen by others “Eugene said, half-muttering. His gaze remained fixed on the woman on the bed.

“Find a man and a woman and force them to drink aphrodisiacs. Place them in this room.” Eugene gave the command.

Simon is an intelligent man. Eugene’s few words helped him comprehend the entire situation.

“I get it,” he said.

Eugene snatches Cheryl and cradles her in his arms.

“Make certain the woman is dressed in a green gown.”

The prince sent another message while tapping Cheryl’s sleeping spot. He approached the window, holding the tiny woman in his arms.

Simon wishes to assist him with his escape plan. Perhaps because this room is on the second floor and has a height that is quite thrilling for most people. After all, it was his responsibility to ensure the crown prince’s safety.

Eugene, on the other hand, refuses Simon’s assistance.

“You should hurry up because there isn’t much time. This will be a simple escape for me.”

“All right, my lord.”

Simon did not argue, as instructed, and the man vanished without a trace as quickly as he had arrived.

Eugene Laverty used one hand to open the large window. Eugene found it difficult to open the window because of the tricky lock.

Eugene fiddles with the window for a while and it eventually opens. Before deciding to jump, he looked outside to make sure his surroundings were safe.

This resting room faced the back of the palace, where there were few visitors. The gardens and courtyards were probably managed by one or two servants.

In addition, the palace hosted a party today. The maids were obviously all busy, and the backyard was deserted.

Then, with his tiny body in his arms, a man in his over 170s jumped through one window after another until he reached the bottom safely.

Eugene didn’t feel relieved as soon as his feet touched the ground. He kept running as fast as he could towards his residence, which was quite far away among the palace gardens.

–

The atmosphere in the rest room is extremely tense right now.

Especially since someone was attempting to defy the third princess’ orders.

“Who dares to stand in my way?” Yvette screamed internally, her face red with rage.

A beautiful woman took a step forward, revealing herself. She was a duchess in her early 30s with the face of a young girl.

Yvette gritted her teeth silently when she saw who the “opponent” was.

As the wife of a Duke who was listed as a person of solid power in Zizvania, this duchess wielded considerable power in social circles.

The power is no laughing matter. If Yvette continues to pursue her here, she will almost certainly find herself in trouble.

Yvette drew the corners of her lips together, her heart heavy. Her smile was twisted, but it wasn’t obvious because her face was pretty and her temperament was gentle.

“You’re correct, Duchess. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not trying to avoid you. Marie is a Princess in this world. Let her at the very least clean up her appearance first, and then we’ll all discuss how well it should be “Yvette elaborated.

The duchess frowned but did not pursue the matter further and simply let it go.

“The third princess is correct. Even though embarrassing events have occurred, the fourth princess is still a princess who must uphold the royal family’s honour. Please, Princess, we will all be outside waiting for you.”

Instead of returning to the hall, the Duchess chose to “wait outside.” The message was clear. She still didn’t want to pass up “judging the adulterous couple.” Yvette’s heart swelled with rage.

“Thank you for your understanding,” Yvette said with a fake smile.

The other nobles were led out of the room by the Duchess.

Only Edgar remained behind. He turned around after watching Yvette act with a disgusted expression.

He did, however, have the distinct impression that he had stepped on something. While the others were distracted, he bent down and picked up a small object from under his shoe.

It was a coat button from a man.

Edgar’s expression darkened immediately.

Edgar wouldn’t have cared if these were regular coat buttons. These buttons, on the other hand, have a distinct design that makes them easily identifiable. Eugene Laverty, the crown prince, is the only person in Zizvania who has a button engraved with a dragon’s head.

Edgar’s large hand tightened its grip on the small object. The man emerged from the restroom, walked through the crowd, and continued on his way.

Edgar never came back to the banquet hall. Instead, he exited the palace, summoned Harold, and issued orders to him.

“Look into what happened just now. Find out where Beth and the others are as well.”

Harold had been the Marquess’ personal servant since Edgar’s arrival. Although he is usually a professional, his youth causes him to be somewhat innocent at times.

He was taken aback when he heard what his master had to say.

“Has anything happened, My Lord?”

“Yes,” Edgar agreed. “Someone falsely accused my wife. Fortunately, she was rescued in time. I’m going to get her back now.”

“That’s all right, my lord. I comprehend.”

A master and servant are separated.

As he stated, the young marquis proceeded to Eugene’s residence. His hands remained tightly gripped on the carved buttons, which irritated him from time to time.

–

In Edgar’s line of sight appeared a small white palace building that wasn’t too large. The small residence was so elegant that just looking at it gave person a calming feeling.

However, not for Edgar. Instead, his heart throbbed uncomfortably.

Edgar didn’t wait for the doormaid to finish greeting him. In an impolite manner, the man dashed inside. His long, wavy hair was tied back and swayed slightly from her quick movement.

Eugene, who was immaculately dressed, was sitting relaxed in his mini-hall, reading a book and sipping the tea specially sent by the envoy from the east.

Because he was a prince from the empire, his acting style sometimes adopted the empire’s customs. His grace set him apart from the majority of men in Zizvania. Especially in comparison to the way Edgar was now, which was as diametrically opposed as day and night.

Eugene didn’t mind seeing the young Marquess rush into his home. He didn’t even react much, just a quick glance.

“Oh, you’ve arrived, Marquess,” Eugene said lightheartedly.

Eugene’s calm demeanour irritated Edgar’s eyes. Without further ado, he tossed the coat buttons in his hand onto the table, landing precisely in front of Eugene.

“Isn’t that yours?” Edgar posed the question in a hostile tone.

The prince took the shirt button from the table. He stiffened slightly when he saw the dragon head carving. Of course, he remembered how the buttons on this coat had come undone. Shame entered his mind.

Edgar Baldwin’s sharp eyes were drawn to Eugene’s thin reaction. He would have grabbed Eugene by the collar and punched him in the face if he hadn’t had such strong self-control.

Eugene hadn’t even responded yet, but Edgar was already itching to beat him up. The prince clearly knew because the man with the surname Baldwin didn’t bother to hide his expression.

“Yes, it’s mine,” Eugene readily admitted.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.