Otome Shuraba: The villain heartthrob refuses to flirt

"Bang——" There was a light sound.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the seat crushed the wine glass in his hand.

Glass and wine spilled on the gold-encrusted dress, making it glow a little bright red.

The maid standing nearby hurriedly stepped forward to arrange the clothes for His Highness the Crown Prince.

The emperor sitting on the throne saw this and said calmly: "Go down and change into another dress."

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor. There was no respect in his golden eyes, but he still said "hmm".

But just when the boy was about to turn around and leave, the emperor on the throne suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The rapid coughing made the emperor's face turn slightly red, and his tall body was shaking violently due to panting.

"His Majesty!"

"Father!"

The empress and the second prince Richard, who were sitting next to the emperor, both looked very worried.

They hurriedly called Earl Jack to come forward, gave the emperor medicine and water, and stroked his back.

Bastian, on the other hand, stood there with an indifferent expression, watching the "love" between the people on the throne.

Haha, Dog Emperor, what a great performance.

Obviously there are only more than three hours left before the seal can be opened, but looking at him like this, is he already impatient?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s been thousands of years, nothing has changed at all.

The blood of the Alabrian royal family is actually more greedy and evil than the dwarves.

Forget it, since he is so eager to die, how can he not do it himself?

A slight sneer curled up at the corner of his lips, and the boy's golden eyes became even colder.

He took a few steps forward and said, "I never expected that my father's health would be so bad.

"The banquet has already started at this time. Although the teacher did not come, I did not dare to bother my father to hold the banquet for me.

"How about you ask me to help you return to the palace to rest? It just so happens that I have something to discuss with my father."

The green pupils suddenly shrank.

Not only the emperor, but also Richard and Earl Jack around him were stunned.

The queen, who didn't understand why, was unhappy and scolded:

"Have you learned all these years of royal etiquette like a dog's belly? My clothes are so dirty, how can I have the face to help your father?"

The emperor, who understood the truth, had no time to take care of Bastian's dress.

Although the cough just now was intentional, his body was indeed extremely ill.

He wants to inherit the power of the God of Darkness as soon as possible and regain his former glory more than anyone else!

"It doesn't matter." Suppressing the excitement in his heart, the emperor stood up and said:

"Sure enough, one year older and more sensible. Our current crown prince also knows that he feels sorry for his father. In this case, my father will trouble you to send it off."

She did not expect that the emperor's tone would be biased towards Bastian, and the queen's expression did not ease until the two of them walked away.

After a moment, she looked at Richard with a pale face, "My child, what happened to your father today? Is he really interested in that idiot Bastian?"

Faced with the Queen's question, the second prince Richard did not say a word. He just stared at the backs of the two people as they left, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

The little episode that happened on the throne was quickly buried by the lively banquet, and Mark, who was standing in the corner, didn't notice anything unusual.

After laughing and joking among friends, Allen was called away by his family.

Anthony looked at the back of Allen talking with his family in the distance, and couldn't help but think of his sister. He couldn't help it, and lightly poked Mark with his elbow.

"Hey, please tell me, my sister Monica, is there no hope at all?"

Mark, who had just taken a sip of wine, was so frightened when he heard this that he almost spit out the wine.

When Anthony saw Mark's look, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "My sister has liked you since she was a child. It's not like you don't know, why are you so surprised?"

"Ahem—" After coughing several times, Mark recovered. He said helplessly:

"But I have rejected your sister many times, and you know that."

Anthony curled his lips, "Yes, yes, I know, but today is different from the past.

"In the past, you liked the National Preceptor, but my sister could not be compared with the National Preceptor. She had no hope.

"But you just said that the Imperial Master is not sentimental. She only likes her own dragon and has nothing to do with you, and she will not accept your courtship.

"You can't become the male favorite of the Imperial Master in your life, so why can't you accept my sister? My sister and you grew up together, and we have a childhood sweetheart relationship.

"And my sister likes you so much that she doesn't even mind that you pretend to be the National Master in your heart. Besides..."

Anthony paused, raised his chin slightly, and motioned to the center of the banquet.

"Your mother has always been fond of my sister and keeps talking to her, acting like a quasi-daughter-in-law.

"I can guarantee that as long as you let go, your parents will be able to go to my house tomorrow to propose marriage."

Looking at his mother's kind face in the middle of the banquet, Mark's tone was calm, but full of persistence.

"But I won't let go, not in this life."

Although he had already guessed that Mark would refuse, Anthony still frowned.

"Mark, to be honest, if I didn't treat you as a brother and you rejected my sister again and again, I would really beat you up."

Hearing what his friend said, Mark smiled instead.

"We are each other, and I really treat you as a brother, that's why I rejected Monica again and again.

"Anthony, let me tell you the truth, I actually understand many things.

"I know that my infatuation with the National Master will not be fruitful, and I also know that I will face a lot of pressure.

"My parents' expectations, my family's mission, and the inheritance of my bloodline. I have too many responsibilities."

"But here." Mark raised his hand and pointed hard at his heart, "I really can't control it."

“My heart can’t hold anyone else except the Imperial Master.

"If I relent and marry Monica, I will never be able to give her happiness in this life."

Mark glanced sideways at the quiet girl in a pink-blue dress in the center of the banquet.

"Monica and I are childhood sweethearts, and I know she is a very good girl.

"Because of this, she deserves to have her own happiness. I can't..."

"Mark!" A rich male voice interrupted Mark.

The two of them looked in the direction of the voice. Mark was slightly startled and said, "Father."

Anthony obviously did not expect Count Lauel to appear suddenly, and he quickly stood up straight and saluted, "Your Majesty, Count."

He is worthy of being the first arms officer in the empire. Although he is wearing an elegant dress, he is still not angry or intimidating.

But at this moment, when he looked at his son's friend, there was a touch of softness on his face.

“Anthony, you should know Mark’s character, don’t worry, he will make Monica happy.

"What's more, your aunt and I love Monica very much. If she marries into the Loel family, we will not let her suffer any injustice."

Mark was stunned when he heard this and said anxiously: "Father!"

"Shut up!" The old man, who was so pleasant a second ago, was instantly furious.

"Go to the corridor, I have something to tell you."