Tales Of Another World's

⸙ Ch.32 ◈ Rosta Blanors

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Arlen bowed respectfully to Aisley.

She had returned, next to her stood a woman who was wearing a blue dress. The woman looks beautiful, graceful, gentle, polite and friendly.

"No problem." Aisley said without smiling.

He would not be friendly if he was playing. Maybe it will be arrogant? But who cared, after all he was the direct disciple of the Magical Tower Leader. That's the thing that can make him arrogant, right?

"Pardon me for making such a fuss that you are disturbed, Miss." The woman beside Arlen.

The woman looked down respectfully at the female noble.

"I am the second daughter of the Marquess Blanors, Rosta Blanors." Further.

"Rosta Blanors? Wasn't she the woman they were talking about that night?" Aisley tried to recall the conversation on the balcony during the dance.

"It's nice to meet you, Lady Blanors. I'm Aisley Verrychiy, you can call me Aisley." Aisley replied without looking at Rosta, she was busy looking at the tea that was in the cup.

"All right, Lady."

"Ck, such a trait is very uncomfortable to look at!" Arlen sees Aisley indifferently.

"Sit down Lady." Arlen invites Rosta to sit in an empty chair.

Rosta immediately sat down, he sat in front of Aisley's left side. Arlen returned to his seat on Aisley's right.

"Lady Aisley, forgive me for bothering me. I-I just didn't know if you were at the residence of Prince Flawmish." Rosta once again apologized in a nervous tone.

"No problem." Answer Aisley.

"Why is it suddenly awkward!?" Inner Aisley.

"I'm honored to meet you, who's the only disciple of the Magical Tower Leader." A smile rose on Rosta's face, but his face seemed doubtful.

"Thank you," Aisley was confused as to what to answer.

"Oh yes, sorry if this is disrespectful. But why did Lady Aisley come to Prince Flawmish's mansion?" Ask Rosta directly.

"I met Lady Aisley on my way home. Because the Lady helped me, to say thank you I invited her here." Arlen.

"When you play.." Aisley smiled inwardly.

"Ah so apparently, but what problem made Prince Flawmish assisted by Lady Aisley." Rosta seems suspicious, because he knows that this one prince never needs help.

"It's not a big deal, it's just his leg that's injured." Aisley.

"What's? You hurt!? Is that severe?" Rista looked panicked.

"CK! What's that cool for? I feel like I want to kick him up to Aslatsir!" Rutuk Arlen in heart.

"It was, but after Lady Aisley helped me it wasn't. You don't have to worry, anyway this has nothing to do with you." Arlen.

"Damn it! why is he exaggerating!?" Bump Aisley in the heart.

"Thank God if that's the case, thank you Lady Aisley for helping Prince Flawmish." Rosta seemed to be smiling sincerely at Aisley.

"Prince Flawmish, how can I not worry? You are my fiancee Candidate directly chosen by Her Majesty the Queen. So of course I'm worried about your safety." Clearly Rosta clarified his words.

"But it's only the betrothed Candidate, although it was chosen by the queen's own majesty but it can still change." Arlen explained, he did not like what Rosta said.

Rosta flinched with what this 'Fiance Candidate' said. Did prince Flawmish not approve of this engagement!?

"I-yes too, it seems like I'm overdoing it." Rosta looked down, he looked disappointed.

"Hey, it turns out he's good at acting." Aisley smiled inwardly.

"Hope I have mercy on you for that disappointed tone? Hahaha don't dream! Who do you think you are!?" Aisley laughed inwardly.

"I accidentally met the third Prince, so we came together." Aisley replied indifferently.

"I think I should teach you a lesson!" Arlen Umbat.

"It turns out to be just a coincidence, but what about you guys dancing together? As far as I know, Prince Flawmish never wanted to dance at any event." Rosta smiled, but it could be seen clearly that that smile was not a good one.

Everyone knows, if the dance after the King and Queen is a dance for the couple. Usually done by married couples or lovers who have been engaged. So for Rosta, it was quite strange and he obviously didn't accept it

"Lady Blanors." Call Arlen in a cold tone.

Rosta gasped at Arlen who called out to him. He turned his attention to Arlen with a slight bow.

"Lady Aisley is the representative of the magic tower, she is the only disciple of the leader of the magic tower. It's only natural that I become his dance partner. My first brother already has a fiance, so he can't possibly dance with Lady Aisley." Arlen.

Rosta who heard the explanation obviously did not accept, for him it was not an explanation but just a few sentences of elation. From the beginning he did like Arlen, after hearing rumors about Arlen and Aisley he became a blacksmith.

By relying on his father's relationship with the Queen, he whines to be Arlen's fiancee. But who would have thought that during the dance party she was waiting for, she fell ill. So the plan to dance with Arlen in public failed.

"But the dance should not be done for the Lady or Sir who does not yet have a partner. Back when Mr. Avram came to the party he didn't!"

*TUK

Aisley put down her teacup quite hard, she purposely did so to silence Rosta's mouth. And in fact it did work, Rosta fell silent while looking at Aisley.

"Damn!" Rosta Umbat.

Unlike his expectations, he instead made a mistake while speaking. Now that Aisley looked at him coldly, he failed to take advantage of Aisley!

"It looks like you guys have a problem to solve, I'd better come back so you can solve the problem." Aisley stood up and said it calmly.

"Sa-my... Sorry for my stupidity earlier, sa-I didn't mean un-!" Rosta's words were cut back.

"It's okay, I conquered it. I'm sorry if you don't like it when I'm dancing with the Flawmish prince, but next time you'd better not limit the people you don't have a relationship with." Aisley saluted the noble.

"I'm sorry for your discomfort Lady." Arlen apologized while looking down.

"No problem, then I go first." Aisley walked down the gazebo.

"La-Lady, I'm sorry." Rosta berlik, he looks panicked.

"No need." Aisley opened the teleportation.

Before entering Aisley once again saluted, Arlen and Rosta did too. Then Aisley went inside, while Rosta silently smiled.

"If you can't use it, at least make him dislike Flawmish or keep his distance." Rosta was still staring ahead with a devilish smile.

"Hey, this pretentious lady really wants me to kill right now!" Arlen looked at Rosta in annoyance.

"Pa-prince... I know I'm guilty." Rosta showed me teary eyes.

"Have no thought, Lady Aisley will definitely not bring her to death. You better be careful with that tongue." Flawmish looked at him coldly.

"My-me..." Tears in Rosta's eyes seemed to be unstoppable again.

"Go back, I still have business." Arlen walks past Rosta.

"Ah yes, Lady.. Don't keep whining to get engaged to me, and don't be so cocky. We only met a few times and talked briefly." Arlen glanced at Rosta.

Rosta flinched, her hands squeezing the dress she was wearing with annoyance. There could be a man who rejects it!

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...To be continued.......

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